Occult & Supernatural Tales. Bram Stoker

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      'Sold again!' said the cynical Gerald. Joshua stood a little amazed, and not altogether satisfied. They both watched the large tent. In a few moments there emerged from the opening not the young girl, but a stately looking woman of middle age and commanding presence.

      The instant she appeared the whole camp seemed to stand still. The clamour of tongues, the laughter and noise of the work were, for a second or two, arrested, and every man or woman who sat, or crouched, or lay, stood up and faced the imperial looking gipsy.

      'The Queen, of course,' murmured Gerald. 'We are in luck tonight.' The gipsy Queen threw a searching glance around the camp, and then, without hesitating an instant, came straight over and stood before Joshua.

      'Hold out your hand,' she said in a commanding tone.

      Again Gerald spoke, sotto voce: 'I have not been spoken to in that way since I was at school.'

      'Your hand must be crossed with gold.'

      'A hundred per cent. at this game,' whispered Gerald, as Joshua laid another half sovereign on his upturned palm.

      The gipsy looked at the hand with knitted brows; then suddenly looking up into his face, said:

      'Have you a strong will—have you a true heart that can be brave for one you love?'

      'I hope so; but I am afraid I have not vanity enough to say "yes".'

      'Then I will answer for you; for I read resolution in your face—resolution desperate and determined if need be. You have a wife you love?'

      'Yes,' emphatically.

      'Then leave her at once—never see her face again. Go from her now, while love is fresh and your heart is free from wicked intent. Go quick—go far, and never see her face again!'

      Joshua drew away his hand quickly, and said, 'Thank you!' stiffly but sarcastically, as he began to move away.

      'I say!' said Gerald, 'you're not going like that, old man; no use in being indignant with the Stars or their prophet—and, moreover, your sovereign—what of it? At least, hear the matter out.'

      'Silence, ribald!' commanded the Queen, 'you know not what you do. Let him go—and go ignorant, if he will not be warned.'

      Joshua immediately turned back. 'At all events, we will see this thing out,' he said. 'Now, madam, you have given me advice, but I paid for a fortune.'

      'Be warned!' said the gipsy. 'The Stars have been silent for long; let the mystery still wrap them round.'

      'My dear madam, I do not get within touch of a mystery every day, and I prefer for my money knowledge rather than ignorance. I can get the latter commodity for nothing when I want any of it.'

      Gerald echoed the sentiment. 'As for me I have a large and unsaleable stock on hand.'

      The gipsy Queen eyed the two men sternly, and then said: 'As you wish. You have chosen for yourself, and have met warning with scorn, and appeal with levity. On your own heads be the doom!'

      'Amen!' said Gerald.

      With an imperious gesture the Queen took Joshua's hand again, and began to tell his fortune.

      'I see here the flowing of blood; it will flow before long; it is running in my sight. It flows through the broken circle of a severed ring.'

      'Go on!' said Joshua, smiling. Gerald was silent.

      'Must I speak plainer?'

      'Certainly; we commonplace mortals want something definite. The Stars are a long way off, and their words get somewhat dulled in the message.'

      The gipsy shuddered, and then spoke impressively. 'This is the hand of a murderer—the murderer of his wife!' She dropped the hand and turned away.

      Joshua laughed. 'Do you know,' said he, 'I think if I were you I should prophesy some jurisprudence into my system. For instance, you say "this hand is the hand of a murderer." Well, whatever it may be in the future—or potentially—it is at present not one. You ought to give your prophecy in such terms as "the hand which will be a murderer's", or, rather, "the hand of one who will be the murderer of his wife". The Stars are really not good on technical questions.'

      The gipsy made no reply of any kind, but, with drooping head and despondent mien, walked slowly to her tent, and, lifting the curtain, disappeared.

      Without speaking the two men turned homewards, and walked across the moor. Presently, after some little hesitation, Gerald spoke.

      'Of course, old man, this is all a joke; a ghastly one, but still a joke. But would it not be well to keep it to ourselves?'

      'How do you mean?'

      'Well, not tell your wife. It might alarm her.'

      'Alarm her! My dear Gerald, what are you thinking of? Why, she would not be alarmed or afraid of me if all the gipsies that ever didn't come from Bohemia agreed that I was to murder her, or even to have a hard thought of her, whilst so long as she was saying "Jack Robinson."'

      Gerald remonstrated. 'Old fellow, women are superstitious—far more than we men are; and, also they are blessed—or cursed—with a nervous system to which we are strangers. I see too much of it in my work not to realise it. Take my advice and do not let her know, or you will frighten her.'

      Joshua's lips unconsciously hardened as he answered: 'My dear fellow, I would not have a secret from my wife. Why, it would be the beginning of a new order of things between us. We have no secrets from each other. If we ever have, then you may begin to look out for something odd between us.'

      'Still,' said Gerald, 'at the risk of unwelcome interference, I say again be warned in time.'

      'The gipsy's very words,' said Joshua. 'You and she seem quite of one accord. Tell me, old man, is this a put-up thing? You told me of the gipsy camp—did you arrange it all with Her Majesty?' This was said with an air of bantering earnestness. Gerald assured him that he only heard of the camp that morning; but he made fun of every answer of his friend, and, in the process of this raillery, the time passed, and they entered the cottage.

      Mary was sitting at the piano but not playing. The dim twilight had waked some very tender feelings in her breast, and her eyes were full of gentle tears. When the men came in she stole over to her husband's side and kissed him. Joshua struck a tragic attitude.

      'Mary,' he said in a deep voice, 'before you approach me, listen to the words of Fate. The Stars have spoken and the doom is sealed.'

      'What is it, dear? Tell me the fortune, but do not frighten me.'

      'Not at all, my dear; but there is a truth which it is well that you should know. Nay, it is necessary so that all your arrangements can be made beforehand, and everything be decently done and in order.'

      'Go on, dear; I am listening.'

      'Mary Considine, your effigy may yet be seen at Madame Tussaud's. СКАЧАТЬ