The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1870-05-26
T1aE FATAL JEwELs.

THE FATAL JEWELS.
.sGood-by, Mr.. Haywarde," he said;
"I need not tell you that I am not going
to put my head in the lions mouth. /
am off tomorrow, but not for Odessa.
Whatever may happen, do not think too
harshly of me. I never was fellow to
shirk temptation, and ! am in for it now.
God bless you"
Haywarde wrung his hand and hasten
ed on, anxious to follow his wife, but
was again detained. The hamels who
had brought him, demanded payment.
as he was not going to take them back
to the hotel; and as he could not under
stand one word they said, some time
passed before they could obtain an inter-
prefer and come to an explanation. This
effected, he made the best of his way
back to the hotel, and, in reply to his
madame had been in some time, and had
gone to her room. That was all right.
As he passed through the hail. lie was
hailed by some bold Britons in the wait
ing-room, who we're indulging lin soda
and brandy and talk of the ball. Give
your bold Briton the fatness Of the land
where he is entertained, and he cannot
resist soda and brandy and talk over
the entertainment somewhere else. There
are no such things rs dressing-rooms at
Mlsseri's, and Susey would be at least
twenty minutes dofing her war-paint
He would join those bold Britons and
smoke cigar for twenty minutes. In
that time, he heard more than he liked
about Count Schuoff; not the most re-
cent scandal about him; of that, of
course, they could say nothing in Hay
warde's presence; but of his tests and
frailties in general. Haywarde went up
to his wife's room, thinking that he had
been little imprudent, and feeling glad
that his dangerous fascinator, with whom
no woman was safe, was perhaps, even
then, on the sea. He opened the door,
and there was darkness. Had she gone
to bed? No. He touched the coverlet
gently, for fear he might wake her, but
there was no one there. Ah, that was it.
She had gone to her maids room, to
wait till he came. He went to the maids
room, and there was no light, the maid
asleep in her chair, but no SRsey. He
could get no answer from the sleepy SER
want but that she did not know where her
mistress was. He rushed down to the
porter's lodge and found it closed. The
porter had gone to bed, the outer gates
were locked; every one had gone to bed.
He reused up Misseri and his wife; and
those good people-of whom much in
Justice has been written, but of whose
kindness to strangers not one-hundredth
could for him. They woke up the por-
ter. What did he mean by saying that
the lady had come in? Well, four ladies
had come in, and he thought that one of
them must be the lady of the Signor.
Had any one raped after the Signor re-
turned? No, the Signor was the last in.
''Then," said Misseri, 'she has been
taken to some other house by mistake;
perhaps to the British Embassy or tile
Consul General's--who knows? And
there she will remain until the morning.
Have no fear, sir; she is SAFE"
It is all very we'll to say "She is safe;
have no fear" In the four years of their
married life she had scarcely ever been
four hours out of his sight. In coun-
try like this she could not be safe ut n
greater distance from him than his arm
could reach to enfold her. But what
could he do? Dash out into the now de-
serted streets, and. ask, in English, where
his wife was? Insult her by sending
messengers here and there, and suppos-
ing she could be doing wrong? No!
With heavy aching heart, lie felt bound
to take Misseri's explanation. She had
gone home with some friends by mistake.
She would turn mp in the morning. o,
the morning! Would it never come?
It came at last, and with it bad news.
The lady was not at the Embassy. or the
house of the Consul Generals; no one
knew where she was; but Percy Wylde,
commanding the ISationaire, reported,
that when going down to his boat after
the ball, he had passed sedan with
lady inside, whom he recognized as Mrs.
Haywarde, and that as she passed she
leaned forward as though about to speak,
and then fell back and passed on; that
the hamals took her down a side street
leading towards Galata. Why had lie
not stopped her? Why should he? He
thought she had changed her mind about
sleeping at the hotel, and was going on
board the yacht. He could say no more.
The police could. They had found a
glove and fan in the street, down which
the British captain had seen the lady
pass, and close to the house where the
Count Schuoff lodged. They knew also
that the Count and lady had embarked
at daylight on board the French steamer
for Marseilles. All, poor Stewart Hay
warde! Then friends (?) came out with