Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1871-10-11
THE STORY OF A NECKLACE.

C That necklace, those bracelets, ant
that cross, which you wear, Miss Julie
Maitland. are not really carved coral,
observe" said Miss Caroline Perkins
one of those very disagreeable girls
who are weak enough to pride them
selves Oh wearing expensive fnery, an6
are sometimes guilty of making un
pleasant remarks upon the dress o1
others
''You are a very close observer, Miss
Perkins," said Juliet, smiling; "my
ornaments are not coral, it is true; but
are so good an imitation that anyone
must examine them pretty accurately
| before the difference can be detected. ,
''I assure you I saw what they were
at glance, and I daresay all these young
ladies did the same,' reioined Miss
Perkins, looking around at the juvenile
party assembled to commemorate hel
birthday-Aiss Caroline Perkins hay
lug that day entered her fifteenth year.
And what if they did make that
important discovery" said Juliet,
smiling again.
ooh! you may think it of no conse-
quence, Miss Maitland, but I should
not like it to be said that I wore such
limitations, lLy necklace cost five
guineas, " rejoined Miss Perkins, twist
ing her fingers ostentatiously among
her rich coral beads.
cit is very elegant, [ sdnit," said
Juliet; "but that is large sum to ex-
pend on an ornament"
ooh, Miss Juliet if cheapness We're
your object l can tell you where you
may buy a red glass necklace for a
shilling" said Miss Perkins with an
unkind sneer. Some of the young Ia
dies laughed.
{" haye better apology to offer for
wearing my mock necklace, " returned
Juliet, quietly; Hand I am persuaded
that when [ have related the circum-
stance which induced me to buy it, not
only you, Caroline, but every young
lady in the room will be disposed to
make similar purchase. About a
week ago." continued she, g I went
into the bazaar in Oxford street, with
money which my grandmother had
just given me to buy some ornaments
in remembrance of her While I was
looking at one glittering toy and an
other, at stand in one of the galleries,
my attention was accidentally attracted
by this set of beads, which has been the
subject of our conversation. They
were at that time in the hands of pale,
misunderstanding girl, about two
years older than myself, who had the
appearance Of foreigner, and was
dressed in deep mourning. She was
| speaking with great earnestness to the
person who kept the stand, but drew
back to make way for some ladies,
with an air of evident detection, and
stood modestly waiting for their de
parture, and her eyes still fixed, with a
look OF anxious expectation, on the
proprletress of the stand Beside her
was a sweet little boy of four years
old, whose infant features wore the
same expression of care and sadness,
that so deeply characterized her own.
1 observed that he cast a longing eve
at the cakes and sweetmeats on the
nelghbo1ng stall. He touched his
sisters arm and pointed to them, but
did not speak. She shook her head 81
lently, and her lip trembled. The
child hid his face in her gown, to con-
cea! the tears that rose in his large
dark eyes: My governess, [ suppose,
guessed the cause of his distress, for
she Immediately bought some buns,
which she offered to him His ewes
frightened, and he extended an eager
hand to receive them, but paused, and
looked anxiously into his sisters face.
g You may accept them, Carlos, ,
said she, speaking in Spanish (Which
my governess, Miss Lumley, and un.
derstands you know.
" A deep blush overspread her fea.
lures as she turned tous and expressed
her gratitude in imperfect English fol
Miss Lumley's goodness to her littl,
brother,