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i 7| v i -> I, m » t! men DIAMOND ^ CUT DIAMOND ■ Jane Bunker 7 TfOtMG Copyright -The Pobbâ tterrlH Co. "WHY, WOMAN, THEY'RE DIAMOND3, BLOOD-RED DIAMONDS!" Bynopsl».—While in the little French town of Vevey, where the "atald, proper »plaster" who telle the etory !» »pending a vacation, «he 1» asked to allow a young girl. Claire de Ravenol, to be her companion back to the United fttateg. Although forming an attachment to the girl, the heroine takee a dtullke to Monsieur de Ravenol, Claire'» father, and decline*. On the boat »he Und» Claire In the care of a casual acquaintance, Mr». Delarlo, whom ehe had met whtte each wai purchasing a pair of «llppere, exactly alike, which figure largely In eubeequent event* When they reach New York, where Claire wae to have been met by her mother, the latter doe* not appear, and Claire perforce goe* to Mr*. Delarlo - * homo. In the confu«lon at the custom hou*e, the aplnater carries off one of Mr*. Delarlo'* »Upper«. Through that happening she learn» later that some one unknown to her ha* made an entry Into her flat. •M I CHAPTER II—Continued. I suppose I'll be set down as a per feet fool, but I actually turned sick all over, and It required positive courage on my part ta pick up the »Uppers and examine them. Which taught me noth ing. of co'irse, and—-I may as well roufess all my folly—I set them back heel to the wall and actually sat there and watched to see If they'd turn about of their own accord. But noth ing happened, and there they stayed, heel to the watl, till morning. That same evening, however, an other thing happened that annoyed though It didn't alarm me. I was «wakened about half past two by the sound of a key In the front door— someone was trying to get ln. I Hotutced out of bed and looked to see that I be chain twit was on—thnt was all that worried me ; for I had a neigh bor on a floor below who came home frequently nt that hour of the ritght In so elated a condition that ho never stopped ascending stairs until he reached the top, and a* my flat directly corresponded with his on the lower floor he tried to get In with his key, and sometimes threatened to smash the door in If "Minnie" didn't open it. Ho hearing the familiar key now fumbling, I looked at the chain-bolt, and then merely "hollered" through the door my usuul, "You're trying to get In the wrong flat—yours is down stairs." The key slid out of the lock and there wasn't another sound. I stood there shivering In my nightie, waiting for the usual colloquy that would con vince Mr. Mun I wasn't his Minnie, but ss be didn't favor mo wttli so much as an oath of recognition, I went back to bed after a few moments and fell asleep. It never entered my head thnt the person nt the other end of the latchkey wasn't the high-spirited Mr. Man that I knew and was prepared for, but another Mr. Man I didn't know anything about. I went to sleep dreaming about slip pers; I waked up to wonder about slippers. They were Just as I'd left them—which gave me real disappoint ment. I was out nearly all day, and when 1 come home roy first look was to see If the slippers had been making say more "manifestations." ALL THREE SLUTERS WERE GONE. CHAPTER III. Mr*. Delario's Diamond». To say I was astonished when I be held that neat row of footgear with three teeth knocked out simply doesn't express U. I was flabbergasted. It wasn't only the mysterUnisness of that particular theft—If theft It were—and why all three slippers had been taken aud not one slipper, or one pair; It was that nothing so far as I could ob serve had been touched in the flat but Just the particular objects that the day before had turned and toed the wall. Now they had walked off and left me. Well, the end of all my puzzling was that I hud my choice between two ex planations— (1) that some person, name, age and sej unknown, motive Impossible to guess, had entered my Hat with a duplicate key and stolen the slippers; or (2) thnt Mrs. Delarlo had worked a "physical manifestation" to get her slipper home and had taken all three at once to be on the safe side. One explanation seemed about as possible as the other, for 1 didn't see how anyone could have a duplicate key—even the janitor does not have a pass key to the flats In this house—and I didn't see how magic could carry off three slippers. But whatever way I put it I bad still the unpleasant task of explaining the loss to Mrs. Delarlo. I remembered she'd said when we were buying them that they were more than she could afford, but she Just must have them and would go without some thing else, and I was particularly mys tified because of It. If I could in any way have replaced the slipper I'd have done so and never said a word about it. Meantime I remembered that I hadn't communicated with Mrs. Dela rio since my return—though I had the slipper all that time. Then came a letter asking me would I do her a great, a very great favor—would I come to her house that Sunday eve ning at eight o'clock? The letter ar rived on Sunday morning, special de livery I I went, but I never once mentioned the slippers—slippers were the last things In my mind as I rang the bell. Mrs. Delarlo herself admitted me, apologizing that her maid was away for her Sunday evening out, and what between welcoming handshakes and Mrs. Delarlo'« taking off my coat and Insisting on my taking off my hat and "being comfy," and my declining, and her leading me Into the seance room Claire had told me about, and my as tonishment at seeing It, slippers didn't occur to mo and the chance to speak of them went by. The seance room was as queer to my eye as it seemed to huve been to Claire's. I think the Impression upper most In my mind was the Boundless ness of the place. It seemed as re mote from the hustling life of the great city In the midst of which It was us If It had been In the heart of a desert. But Mrs. Delarlo left me but little time for observation; merely remark ing that this was the seuuce room, she asked If I'd seen Clulre und what I thought of her. Well—I thought a great deal of her and many things about her, and while I was considering my unswer Mrs. Delarlo propounded a question that fairly stunned me: "Do you think the girl could be a thief?" "Oh, never—never In the world. What—Claire 1" I cried hotly, and the picture of the high-bred girl came be I J fl 1 *fj lY U rCx 'fr f VJl r / 9 I V / I M ff Mr«, Delarlo Hereelf Admitted Me. fore me. I could as soon have thought my own sister a thief. Nevertheless I was soon at a loss to explain the epi sodes Mrs. Delarlo told me. On the steamer, for Instance, she hud twice caught Claire turning ever things In her—Mrs. Delarlo's—suit case. Claire excused It once by say ing she'd accidentally put some of her own toilet articles In It by mistake while she "was too sick to notice." But what finally brought about the crisis was this: A sitter had given Mrs. Delurio a ten-dollar bill In pay ment for a reading, and she had gone hastily to her room for change, and returning had left her bedroom door ajar and a quantity of bills lying on the bureau which she hadn't stopped to put back Into her purse. The moment she had shown the sitter out she went back to repluce her purse aud found Claire In her room. Claire was In th* act of closing the wardrobe door and said she was looking for her muff! And why her muff in Mrs. Delario's wardrobe? "But did she steal any money?" I demanded, almost In fear of the reply. Mrs. Delarlo took some time to an swer, and this is what she said : "You know I'm so fond of the child I'd rather think I made a mistake than that she robbed me. I had two flve dollar bills—a lot of twos and ones and several tens—and what I think I did was to take a five and a two—seven dollars—and rush downstairs. But what I might have done was taken the two fives—a five Instead of a two— and give them to the lady. She didn't look at them. Anyway, the other five was gone." It was this sort of thing about her that made me like Mrs. Delarlo so much—her willingness to excuse and to wait for final proofs of people's de linquencies. 8he hadn't even men tioned her suspicion to Claire; at the same time the Incident decided her that she could on no account keep the child longer In the house, the worry of looking after her was too great, and she had told Claire this and that If her father didn't arrive by Monday Claire would have to go to a boarding school for safekeeping till he did. Monsieur le pere opportunely arrived next morning and took Claire away. That was Thursday—the day before she called on me—and Claire had bpen with Mrs. Delarlo Just since Monday. Very naturally, then. In all the story I never once thought of the slipper and that Mrs. Delarlo might be suspecting Claire of taking it also. But having, ko to speak, settled Claire In saying that she had left on Thursday after noon, Mrs. Delarlo quickly switched the conversation on the real subject of my visit. She Introduced it by saying that Lila—who was still In a boarding school near Philadelphia—was break ing down and might have to be sent abroad for treatment—she seemed to be developing spinal trouble, though the doctors here really didn't seem to know what ailed the child; and then the sentence I clearly remember was, "I'm very greatly In need of money." I fear I must have drnwn back sud denly—I actually thought she was try ing to borrow of me—for she smiled and answered my unspoken words: "I don't mean I want to borrow anything. I have some property I want to dis pose of. I want to sell some rubles." "Why, Mrs. Delnrlo, I'm not a dealer," I replied quickly. "I know you're not—that's why I thought you could help me better than nnyone Oise. The stones were left me by a great-uncle In France, and I may ns well confess it now—they came In duty free—" "Smuggled !" I interjected. "Well, a friend brought them over and they weren't found when the bag gage was examined. But don't you see that was why I could sell them at a bargain?'' "I don't know anybody who deals in smuggled gems." "Of course—but you needn't tell thnt—you don't actually know how they got In—you are selling them for a friend. It's because you don't know that thnt you can sell them better than I can. At least you wouldn't mind looking at the stones and telling me whnt they're worth so I'll have some thing to go on? I haven't an Idea how valuable they are." "Take them to Tiffany's," I sug gested. "I'm afraid to take them anywhere, to tell you the truth. Eugene took them to a place on Malden lane yes terday and the people acted so queerly. Eugene—he's very psychic—got the Impression that they were going to ac cuse him of smuggling them or some thing of the kind—stealing the rubies, perhaps from them—and he put them In his pocket and rHn out. He thinks he wns followed, but he couldn't mnke sure. Don't you see how easy It would be for nnyone to accuse a lone woman of theft—" "But how would they prove any thing?" I interrupted^ "If the stones are yours—" She stopped me with a bitter laugh. "Can't you see that the mere public accusation that I'd stolen jewels would ruin mo professionally? It would put me instantly under suspicion of fraud lu all my denllngs. Oh. you don't know ; you haven't a conception of what this life means," she went on a little wildly. "You don't know the struggle Just to make one's dally bread. A lawsuit would ruin me finan cially—1 have no money to hire a law yer to defend me." I felt myself give In to her then, as a friend. Yes, I'd help her In every reasonable way. "You mustn't labor under any false Impressions about me," she went on. "I have a little property—not enough to support two people—and what I cam. I live here rent free—they pay the rent—the circle that meets here twice a week. 1 have the house much as n minister has his parsonage. If there were ever any scandal—if they* turned me out from here—I'd be prac tically penniless. I couldn't make a fresh start with that hanging over me. And then my son!" I said, "Well, get the stones and I'll look at them If you care to have me do that." She left me with a grateful smile, but returned so quickly that I rather guessed she had the stones on her at an In I It wns a dingy little paste person. board box she'd come back with, fas tened with a common little elastic. She slipped the elastic and placed the box In my hand. I raised the lid. I gave one look nt the contents, emptied out the stones Into my hand and—nearly fell oft my chair ! THE STONES I HELD WERE BLOOD-RED DIAMONDS ! And there were seven of them—a stone you don't see one of in a year, perhaps. Why, I didn't know there were such stones in the heavens or the earth or the waters under the earth ! Seven blood red diamonds, absolutely flawless, first water gems, and perfectly matched to the_ last facet, the last gleam and twinkle in their radiant depths. I held them, almost frightened, and really didn't hear what she was saying till she remarked something about their being matched. Matched ! Well, they were matched this way: If an absolutely perfect me | ohanicu! mind with an absolutely per feet mechanical tool, working on abso lutely perfect substance can be con ceived, the mind and the tool, work ing without variation, might have pro duced those should say they were matched ! "I remember you told me was prattling, stones the more Individual they be came and the harder they were to match. If they were worth five thou sand dollars apiece couldn't I get— »ay—forty thousand dollars for the seven ?" seven stones. Yes—I once," she that the larger the "Forty thousand dollars 1" I gasped, looking at her now for the first tim« since I'd looked at the stones. An expression of disappointment crossed her face, and of chagrin too. at huving committed herself before an expert—as she kindly regarded me. "Couldn't I get as much as twenty thousand for them, don't you think?" she faltered. "Aren't rubies that size worth even that?" "RUBIES !'' I must have simply shouted the word at her. "And aren't they rubles? Oh. don't tell me they're only paste ! looked ready to cry with disappoint ment and mortification. "PASTE ! She I know I yelled that word so the walls echoed. "Why, woman, they're DIAMONDS 1—blood red diamonds—the most valuable stone In the world." She clasped her hands about my arm and gave out a long "O-o-oh! Then ) 4 J n If. F. f J 1 0/ (I I W i She Gave Out a Long O-o-oh 1 a on they're worth forty thousand dollars at the very least I' "Mrs. Delarlo,' I said soberly, "I can give you only a rough estimate, for those stones are far beyond my range, but In my honest opinion they are worth at least a million dollars." Silence fell on us—my words had sort of stunned us both; for until I had spoken them aloud the full mean ing of the diamonds hadn't come home to me, and that I sat there, casually holding a million dollars in my hand. It all at once seemed a solemn thing to be doing—an immense responsibil ity. I dropped them back In their box, put the lid on and banded them to her. Her own first words showed the timid woman. "And I've all this right here In the house with me!" I felt sorry for her. I was glad I didn't have them in the house with I saw her apprehension when me. her eyes roved over the room as if for a possible hiding place. When her eyes returned to the box she muttered under her breath, "A million dollars! And I asked only a little for Lila's sake. What confidence they must have had in me! A million dollars!" She had evidently taken my word with im plicit trust that I was right, though I was almost doubting it myself. My thoughts were chasing one another, and the silence between us was such you could have heard a pin drop. And in thnt silence the front bell pêaled through the house. Mrs. Delarlo's hands flew to her bo som as though she had been shot. "My God—it's come!" she gasped, and the color left her face. to be Put it in your stocking and run!" .. (TO BE CONTINUED.) Making a Garden. And because the breath of flowers Is far sweeter in the air, where It comes and goes, like the warbling of music, than in the hand, therefore noth ing is more fit for that delight than to know what be the flowers and plants that do best perfume the air. . . , That which above all others yields the sweetest smell In the air Is the vio let; especially the white double violet which comes twice a year, about the middle of April and about Bartholo mew tide. . . . Then wall flowers, which are very delightful to be set un der a parlor or lower chamber win dow ; then pinks and gllliflowers, es pecially the matted pink and clove gll liflower; then the flowers of the lime tree; then the honeysuckles, so they be somewhat far off. Of beauflowers I speak not, because they are field flowers; but those which perfume the air most delightfully, not passed by as the rest, but being trodden upon and crushed, are three; that is, burnet. wild thyme and water mints. There fore you are to set whole alleys of them, to have the pleasure whcD you jwulk or tread.—Francis Bacon. s* package before 5 c a the war package during 5 C a V the war c a package 5 NOW THE FLAVOR LASTS SO DOES THE PRICE! HSU« mi A a 'm 9 a v? Off te« K m 0 HzJLyjk. V H m K] sm Mi i. V h. 17 Have You Heard That— Canaries in their wild Ptate are of a striped greenish color, canary Is due to breeding? The next airships to be built in England are to be 694-foot length, with a lifting power of 82.7 tons? Certain landlords in Scotland are bound, under monetary penalties, to marry at the king's command? A ring is usually worn on the third finger of the left hand because it is the least used of all our fingers and on the least used hand? Prisoners in the Massachusetts state prison wear gray uniforms and not striped clothes. Spy suspects in the A. E. F. were given baths in lemonade in order to reveal any secret writing which they might have written on their skins. The acid in the lemon disclosed "invis ible" Ink? Artificial legs were used by Egypt ians 700 years before Christ?—Boston Post. The yellow For His Own Good. "What became of Niblick who used to be In the ribbons and laces?" "We've transferred him to the hard ware department," answered the man He was getting too sentimental ager. with some of our feminine patrons. If he's called to wait on a woman in the hardware department she'll probably be the kind who won't stand any fool ishness."—Birmingham Age-IIeraUl. Its Nature. "How did you find tiie naturalist's lecture ou sponges?" "Of absorbing Interest." ifiBUMiUMomHiiiiiiiaiimiimiiniiiiimiiiitaiiüiimimaiüiiiiiminnmimmDiiiiiimiiitcniJii Sleepless Nights = □ a and coffee-drinking are closely linked together with people. If your case is like that, try many 5 2 Instant Postum V —a wholesome cereal drink with a really rich coffee-like flavor that meets the test of taste, just as the beverage itself meets the test of health. 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