Western Reserve chronicle. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1855-1921, 1857-12-09

ers, to look at the miniatures, and see
how the work went on.
The jeweler, surprised at the appear
ance of the president, appeared not
little embarrassed. The miniature frames
were in the next room; but the jeweller
seemed reluctant to permit the president
TO enter that room. Under some pre-
tense he went himself in % the inner room
and brought out what the baron wished
to see. Whilst the latter was examin'
ing the work, the door of the aforesaid
room opened, and young lady, with
eyes swollen with weeping, appeared
The baron felt fever-hot at the sight of
her, for he recognized his former table
companion, whom in spite of all his great
state affairs, he had neither forgotten,
nor sought TO forget.
He bowed TO her in silence. She pass
ed him in her way to the street door,
with eyes cast down, and with blush.
As the jeweIler opened the door for her,
he said: "You are not we'll, my lady"
She stepped back. supported by the jew
eller, and then sunk, deadly pale, upon
a seat behind her. The baron, with a
tbrobbing heart, turned hastily towards
her. and the jewellers wife brought a
glass of water. The young lady drank
of il, and in a few minutes was so far re-
covered as to say !: Il am well now
Pardon the trouble 1 have given you"
She rose, and no entreaties could prevail
upon her to wait moment longer. cat
least you must permit me to accompany
you home" said the baron, drawing her
arm within his, notwithstanding her re-
fusal, and attending her through the
streets. His inquiries were answered
only in monosyllables, and the warm ex-
preston of his regret at renewing the
acquaintance under such circumstances.
vas met only with cold polileness. Her
arm trembled on his, as if he was leading
her TO execution; and her voice was faint
as if she was about to die Having, at
last, reached her residence, he bowed
with deep feeling. and she instantly dis
appeared. -
The president lost nearly all command
of himself. He stood rooted 10 the spot
for q moment, and then determined to
go back to the jewellers to inquire about
the unknown, and was all imDatience 10
learn the cause of her sorrow. He rush
ed blindly on, but thought not of the way
he had taken, until he found himself in
the country, full half a mile from his
residence.
Here he first started from his dream
ing. and, instead of the jewellers shop,
saw only a. huge oak, rustling over his
head. He could not help laughing at
himself, as he turned towards the city,
"What fool ami he exclaimed. In
a few minutes he was at the jewellers
again, who led him straight into the
back room.
Hero he learned the young lady's
name. 1t was Emma Helmold. But the
cause Of her tears was made known to
him with considerable hesitation on the
part of the jeweller. The young lady,
it appeared, without the knowledge of
her mother, whom anxiety had made so
i'll that she was unable to leave her bed,
had come TO sell costly ornament of
hers, an hereditary necklace of pearls
and diamonds, in order to meet the eI-
pense of her fathers household. She
had told the jeweller how her innocent
father had been thrown into prison, how
The whole family had been left without
support, and that nothing but extreme
necessity would have induced her to part
with the necklace, which she greatly
valued. The tradesman had, indeed,
purchased the ornament of her, but had,
of his own accord, promised to keep it
a year. that she might, if she had an
opportunity, redeem it at the same price.
''Send the neck lace back to the lady
this very moment; you shall have the
money for it within an hour. But this
very noment!" cried the baron, quitting
the place in great excitement.
1t was already dark when the jeweller
took back the necklace to the astonished
young lady. She would not take it,
"You must!' said the man, in the great
est anxiety. "The money for it is al
ready in my hands. 1 am commanded
10 return it." "How! the money!" ask
ed E una, with the greatest surprise /;
"the money? from whom?" The soft.
hearted jeweller, whose cardinal virtue
was not silence, told all. Emma blush
ed deeply. The jeweller laid the neck.
lace on the table. and took his leave.
1t was well that he did SO, for the sor
rowing girl needed solitude. Half an
hour she sat there, with hands clasped,
unconscious of the lapse of time, dream
ing and weeping. Her life had been a
retired one, and until this day she had
never known the person of the president
of the privy council.
When she was in the back room of
the jewellers. weeping over her sad ne
cessity, the man came hastily in. and sx-
claimed, Conceal your tears, young
lady. his e1cellency, the president. is
coming" Sho was frightened; for, since
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