Daily Republican., 1878-11-01
Borrowed Jewels.

and she stood staring NJ splthuid se
Of diamonds--bracsleis ear rings, neck
lace, pin and fing.r-ring-that lay IN
blue velvet cas-. before her. II know
II Is til. most impudent thing cheeky,
Tom would call 1t, but We are cousins
and you'll have them always, and
only want to wear them to Miss Foil
ingsby's wedding. I've black silk
with train and nice lace, but only
my corals; and they dress like queens
this Follingsby lot. DO dear.
"Wsll, Pn sure I'd do anything u
please you, Lofty" said the woman
"You know they are all the fortune
have. shall sell them. We can buy
a little home. and have something LEFT
over, II get the price Sparkle Il Shine
promise me for the stones. Here, put
them on. Well, you do sparkle, to bt
sure.
"Oh, thank you, Hilda, thank you,
exclaimed little Miss Rose, dancing be-
tore the glass. mot one woman in a
thousand would be so good. I'll never,
never, never forget them, not for one
instant. ....-
Away she went, wrapped in her great
cloak, which hid the diamonds from the
eyes Of her waiting husband.
They hurried on, for the Follingsbys
we're only q few blocks of, and CARR.
ages were expensive things--too exp1n-
sive for poor clerk and his wife.
The wedding ceremony was soon over.
The supper followed.
"Who is that girl in the diamond
neck lace p asked one elderly lady OF
another.
"That. Why that is young Mrs.
Rose" replied the other. " Mr.. Rose
is in the bank, He is poor young man
of course but Mr.. Folllngsby thinks 80
mnch of him. He Is so reliable and 30
good"
He must hav. married rich wife, "
replied the othef old lady.
"Oh, | think not replied Mrs.
Follingsby. She "as a governess,
think"
tn. old lady shook her head. Her
husband was an officer III the bank OF
which Mr.. Follingsby was President.
She saw him at the other end OF the
room, and approached him.
"A word to you, sir, said she. ibid
you ever discover the secret OF those
mysterious robb-ries at the bank I
thought not. You know young Rose,
dom your There, that is his wife,"
Pretty GIRL" said the old gentle
man.
pretty !" cried the old lady. sis
that all you think of, Mr.. DeChamp
She wears the finest diamonds in the
ROOM"
Shine as we'll as any" laughed
Mr.. DeChamp. "Glass aud brass. Tia
-ha."
~ shall go distracted" said Mrs.
DeChanlp. "Why, can detect French
paste at a glance. Now, DeChamp, il
your clerk gives his wife-who was a
poor governess--such diamonds, some
thing must be wrong"
"Yes, yes-if--but then," began the
old gentleman.
But away went Mrs. DeChamp. In
five minutes she had obtained an in
PRODUCTION to Mrs. Rose, and had car.
ried her away to the conservatory to
show her q rare flower.
Little Mrs. Rose, hattered by the at
tention, was in high spirits; and when,
after some chat, Mrs. DeChamp said,
with smile:
"It's really quite rude, | know, but
1 can't help speaking Of your beautiful
diamonds. Are they heir-loomsl"
Temptation ov-rcame her. She did
not know enough to understand that
which were heir looms would have been
things to be prouder of than recent
Purchases. Her whole mind was in
the present. She really had worked
herself into a sort of belief that the dia-
monds were her own-'hat she was
rich and fashionable.
ooh dear, no." she said, with care
less air. "My husbands birth day
gift. He promises int watch, set to
match them, next Christmas.
Indeed - said the old lady. "He
is generous. May show the bracelet
to friend 1t is quite unique. Wait
here for me-"
She sped away through the rooms,
with the bracelet folded in her hand
kerchi-f.
"Mr. Follingsby,' she said in whis.
per, ''come with me where we can BE-
alone" And the hank president fol,
lowed his guest into his little study.
There she laid the bracelet upon the
table.
"What are these stones. Mr.. Fol
lingsby ~ said she.
"The finest diamonds every saw"
replied the bank president, who had
begun life as a jeweler.
"The only sensible person yet, cried
Mrs. DeChamp. Nov, sir, your clerk,
Mr.. Rose, gave these to his wife for her
birthday present, and promises her
watch, set to match them, for Chris
mas gift. Do you understand ? Have
You discovered the mysterious robbery
YETI"
Mr.. Follingsby sank into chair, and
said:
81 trusted Rose as though he had
been my son."
A few minutes after young Rose said