Show I THE PEEP O' DAT— A LITEKAitr lUGAZtXB — BY E W TOLLIDGE o CHAPTER XJI THE TEMFiTEK ANI) BROTHER THE FOSTER Reppo the foster brother of Terese though a peasant iuul bearing $ name common enough for any niggel bandit had become mneo we Introduced him a higher type of character than when he iirst struck our attention Ills essential character noy ho had become iyman was the sump ns plien a boy but ft had become elaborated and of a tiny' texture lie way Reppo still but Blpo in a higher form with eoiisidemblp(tdish and education The Italian nat’Ro is very susceptible of bejmg drawn out and elaborated into artistic character Italy creates a new nobility — sends to every civilized nation an aiistocracy of artistes W hat especially of the empire of music wonder then that Beppo should like his foster sister have become one of them ? what wonder that he should now be the principal tenor e at the opera house where nis foster was ‘prima donna ? Ha! What hits made this transformation in this wild boy’s nature ? What has made him an artiste when not unlikely lie would have become one of the banditti whom he used to visit in the mountains when Tpreso yns "offended with him? Wliat laid transformed Beppo -- —this would have been banijit to the principal tenor singer of that opera house? The same magician who had half created the Ter ese whom Rome worshiped and who gave to her the sceptre of song ’Tvyas the magician Love ! Here le the transformed foster brother appear op the afternoon of the evening of tlip per? formuupe of Terese' s opera related in a former chapter By that beautiful villa on the suberbs of Rome where lived Spontiui and his pupil the prima donna loitered the foster brother of Terese His mood was not in keeping with the soft sunny serenity around which seemed like the halo of paradise fringing that abode of art Beppo ybo had become known to the public as pignor Farjniii wits a shade in that bright looking landscape Imagine him as a Cain or ail Esau or Islimuel in brooding moody jealousy oyer his birth-right- Walter Was the Jacob who had wrestled and prevailed Not that Sir Walter bad sought the maiden’s love though as wo have sppn from their first meeting ho became tjie master of her soul and fate As a boy Beppo was Torese’s slave As a nym to bo her slave" still as then took in cyery desire and- hope of his life To be her slave but blessed with more of hor love than others held lie wquld have sold his soul to the Arch Tempter of mankind Until Sir Walter Templar came this was how he stood with bis foster sister for she lovpd tjie passionate jealous Beppo more than any 'other But Walter Templar came and how could stand her slave beside her master? Withu tjjat beautiful abode of art on the suberbs of Rome mid siting in tho music room w ere Sir Walter Templar and the prima donna reTerese quested him tq sing to her from Spon-tini’- s estate La Without opera near the window in a dark passionate jealousy listening was the foster brother Signor Farimji Perhaps there was the mingled passion pf a two fold jealousy in his tor Walter’s voico was superior to bis own both in quality and payvyr and es sulr pecially in its majestic declamatory ca pacify “ Holy Virgin I shall go mad !” burst from the tortured soul of the foster brother “Oh! that lie had never darkened our path I hate bis very shadow for it blackens the whole prospect of my life From the hour lie cainc to our quiet beautiful village that gave birth to Terese and me — oh from that accursed hour he has been my fate as well as lners Often have been tempted topliyige my dagger iqtq Ids heart yet somehow 1 dare not Terese would have suspect od me She I know has imd my deep love for her lioly mother how deep is the I poor foster brother’s love for Terese ! have educated myself for her and like her have won the sphere of a principal Mother of God what a voice singer my rival has! It makes me tumble as I listen I was but a fool to think of matching him and by keeping pace with her win her back from him lie is betrothed to tns cousin that I knqw That would leaye 'Terese to me still’ ’Tis not the custom for noblemen to marry peasant girls nor artistes of the stage They make right gallant lovers but not husbands By the God who made me if Sir Walter Templar wrongs my fester sister I would plunge my dagger intq liis heart if I followed him through the world I could forgive bis marrying her for she loves him and would be happy' and oh lioly mother! Beppo would not have his foster sister sacrificed to his secure own happiness but I would not forgive him if lie trifled with her Oh 1 would deeply avenge Terese if Sir Walter Templar played her false” The poor foster brother of the Hebrew maiden was not all dross He was as a boy ungovernable in bis passions and was still glooipy and jealous in his character but his deep and genuine love For Ids foster sister redeemed him and created tfie ft soul of goodness in things evil” Terese’s happinesAvasmqpp tq him than his own and though he would jiuve bartered liis soul to make her his wife yet if it could not be otherwise to see Rep happy lie would have' her Sir Walter In 'view of Templar’s honored wife this the hopeless foster brother would his in solitary rumblings murmur : oftpn “ I slAll never know wife nor children of mine I have loved Terese since I All rocked her in her cnidle my thoughts feelings and actions have been her am slave her was hers slave I Oh 1 can liiyst ever remaiu her slave never wed another ! I hate all the world in my ove for her Would to the Holy Virgin they had never met and then Terese had been the wife of her foster brother But she never can loyeme now as she docs'him I know it I must be her slave still for I love her as she dues Well she will be Sir Walter Templar I ought not to complain a titled lady I shall bq wifeless and childless but will nurse her children ami giypto them jny lqvo for their mother” Such were often the minings of the foster-brothersolitary rumblings Like all persons of a moody hopeless or mis- anthropic character solitude to him r? t -- — i— r - Softly approached the foster-brothThe tempter was near and the expression of his countenance was full of wickedness and beclouded with plots Softer and more insinuating than tho master was the approach of the tempter's servant Ills face was no index of present plots or designs of evil against any one Tber was the stamp ot wickedness on his countenance it is true but which it was an insinuating wickedness suggested that lye would consummate lib villainy without any personal ilbvjll to his victims He was a very Mepjaisto-cle- s in type ’Twas Snap the r aid His master was Sir Herbert Blakely Signor Farinili I’ So "softly was liis name spoken that r was but half aroiysec-frothe foster-brothe- his Signor Farinili’ again vas insinuatingly but more emphatically uttered by Sir Herbert Well Signor Your business with me’ My good Signor Radmil excuse mo if I break upon your study’ I am but a listener Signor’ Like myself Signor Farinili or X would not have addressed you Had you been rehearsing — Oh! in that case Signor I would not cheat the musical of one ot your world of Rome brilliant effects’ Ynur business Signor stranger I say Flattery is distasteful’ said tho singer somewhat rudely I hope I have not offended Farinili’ Nor pleased nor offended Good daj Signor I sey you have no real business with me I atn not disposed for idle gossip’ Courteous Farinili one simple ques- tion I pray you’ Well Signor stranger I listen’ Will you have thapoliteness to name the fellow pupil of the enchanting Te‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ rese ?’ ‘ is Terese to you 1 know yon gallants What Signor stran- She is my i'oster-sister Signor I warn you she likes not your dulcet tongue gallants You had better not begin the chase’ ILi ! Farilini suspicious watchful ! Ha ! ha! Your foster-siste- r Signor Are you not jealous then of that dark young English nobleman with his splendid voice? By the Rope! Signor Farinili hi3 voice rivals your own Doubtless the Signor was in a franca of admiration of his rival’s voice Sir Herbert Let us retire we break tho spell’ insinuated Snap became dark as a The filter-brothe- r thunder-clou- d with passion and threathis dagger But this was eningly clutched what the master and hi? valet had aimed for They had taken the cue at once to the singer's love for his" foster-siste- r Frown not so fiercely Signor Farinili I lqve not your rival man’ Beware sir stranger ! How know’ you he is my rival ? Terese is only my ger? I sister’ was: nature’s ruling institution Men wkc$ hold btit little communion with others often ‘ talk to themselves’ and he did that afternoon as he listened outside that paradise of art on the suburbs of Rome to the magnificent voice of Sir Walter ila! and there were others who on that Bimbright afternoon loitered near that Eden in which dwelt Walter and Tervse with their friend Lord Frederick atpl guardiop master Spontiaf —t ono J ‘ I say he is yopr riyal Clutch not See you your dagger so threateningly not that my servant h prepared tq semi head before a bullet through your you could strike 1 will tell you a sepyet Walter hate I Sir Farinili Templar as much as you can hate him He is in io way ot bqth of us my good Farinili 11a ! I see yqu Do you umjerstand me do A fortuneless singer even of your abilities j‘s no equal single handed tor ami a wealthy Jmglish nobleman-a- ye with such a voice too But I will help liy tho Fopq you! my gpod friend aa wff Sir WfiRej Temper |