Weekly Calaveras chronicle., 1867-04-20
AN livery DAY TRAGEDY.

AN livery DAY TRAGEDY.
! The stormy December night was
closing darkly over the city, and the
rapidly descending snow seemed to ill
the air with a wilderness Of whirllng
white plumes.
But Mrs. Trevor's boudoir, with its
luxurious appointments and cheerful
fire, seemed almost like q bit of summer
light and warmth in the midst Of tbis,
dreary December twilight.
Ellen Hope, tho pale young seam
stress, had just folded up the costly
satin dress on which she had been work
ing all day, and was putting on her
faded brown bonnet 10 depart, when
Mrs. Trevor herself swept in
"What! going already, child ? BE
sure and come early to-morrew morning,
for | ain IN a great hurry about that
dress"
"Yes, ma a'am," SAID Ellen, still lin
! gering, however, as il she expected
something more But Mrs. Trevor
vent on tossing over the trines on the
ceutro-table. as il III eager search for
some missing toy, aud after a minute's S
hesitation she added
'If you please, 'am, I am in a
great hurry tbs evening it be
convenient for you 10 pay ino for the
days work now 7"
''Not tonight, child p said brs.
Trevor, turning sharply round you
act as though you imagined I vas going
to cheat you cut Of yoor wages Per
haps may give it 10 You to-morrow,
but don't annoy me now y
Az expression Of keen disappoint-
ment came over the girls face, but she
turned away and left the room without
/ 4 word, while Mrs. Trevor continued
her hurried search, throwing the g!eam-
ing jewels and costly aIabaster orua-
ments hither and thither with reckless
haste.
Apparently the investigation vas
vain, for at length she sprang hurried!y
toward the door, as if to cali back Ellen,
and then, remembering that the girl
had been gone some time, she stopped,
and stood two or three minutes in deep
thought
MIR. Trevor was sitting before the
drawing-room fire, a red silk handker-
chief thrown over his bald head, aud
his slippered feet poised on :he fender,
lin blissful enjoyment Of the evening
paper. On the inIaid table beside him
stood a cut-gIass decanter containing
dark red wine, and in one hand he held
tiny engraved goblet, half full Of the
same rosy liquid. In short, 1lr. Trevor
was taking solid comfort after the eft
fnl fever OF day in Wall street.
"Wel, Ely dear" said the gentleman
iaziIy, as his better half's footstep
crossed the threshold, but as lie glanced
i up and caught the peculiar expression
Of her countenance, he set down the
uofniohed draught, exclaiming:
Good heavens. Sarah, what is the
matter p
"Aly diamood ring, Charies-the
solitaire diamond, you know
"Wba: of it ?''
'.it is ne-siolen-and have too
mach reason to think that Ellen Hope
has taken it."
''Nopsense, my DEAR said Trevor,
who had risen and begun to pace up
and down the room. ~ would as soon
suspect yourself Of such a thing
Why, Ellen is innocence aud purity
itself -
$50 | always thouebt-so should
have said," answered Mrs. Trevor /;
"but the diamond ring lay on the table
in my boudoir this morning; two Of the
servants saw it there also-and new it
is gone. Ellen is the only person be-
| side myself who has entered the room
since, aud | observed that she was unu-
suaily perturbed when she went away.
Charles, arr SURE she has taken it !"
Trevor walked up and down the
apartment with hurried, angry footsteps
bis wife leaned against the mautel,
patting her tiny satin slipper on the
aoor, and waiting his final decision
I II am sorry for Ellen-very sorry"
he said at length, with fevered flush
or his bald forehead "but the ring
was worth thousand dollars. Search
The premises thoroughly, once more
aud if tie trinket is not found
s'Well -
II win notify the police at once p