The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1879-06-06

you'll never could make up my mind
10 write Il; but she was 1t work here -
Greta Loring by -the-way, ! haven't
paid her yst-and- my diamond
ring was In the same room, and-it's
there yet, only the diamonds gone.
Nobody else had been In the house.
What could I thinkP Of courso she
stole Il. though she brazens Il out - she
does"
Mr.. Stoughton turned ash-color. laid
down his fork, and stared at his wife.
.sAnd you accused her OF stealing the
diamondp"
81 wrote to her very kindly and con-
siderately. She replied in . high and
mighty tone. which was simply insult
ing. lPut the case into Mr.. Grafton's
"Iafo Gratfon's hands, Well, and
what did be say about itP"
"sayl Why, he's going to marry
"Looks as IL you'd win your case"
laughed Mr.. Stoughton, uneasily.
"And 30 Greta IL going to marry The
old fox A pretty kettle Of fish! My
dear, | really wish you had notified me
of your loss
He took up his hat and went out
grimly- He had very disagreeable
duty to perform, and he wanted It over
with; it had spoiled his dinner, and
that was enough. He knocked at Gre
ta,s door.
"The diamond again." she thought.
After all, be cogitated. "why not
let well enough enough alone? Perhaps
she loves tbs fellow"
Greta bore herself like one with good
news; tender color trembled on her
cheek, sort Of suppressed joy shone in
her eyes. An open letter lay before her,
and MIR. Grafton sat in her easy-chair
Mrs. Stoughton, watching from her
window, wondered what under the sun
Herbert could have TO say tha. would
take 50 long. and hoped he was giving
Greta piece Of his mind, but grew all
the more bevildered when he and Mr..
Grafton came out together and separated
without word.
II guess her cake Is dough, = she con-
jectured.
When Greta was left once more alone.
she turned to her open letter, written in
= strange hand:
whet does this mean, nv dearest Greta,
] sometimes think I'm Lot Quite sane vet.
and rs all fiction 0f my disturbed brain.
Here | was, Just picking up fron = fever. In
strange city, when received all my old let
tiers and keepsakes from my sweetheart. and
not word or explanation. II was like =
homb-sheil. ! was out Of my head for
month zfterwzrd, and small wonder. Greta.'
/ love Inu--IUtR a.
never meant to be wasted. The hospital
nurse kindly writes this for me. since can
only swear that am still, and ever win be.
your devoted lover,
STEPHEN soTHKRxE.
Mr.. Stoughton looked very sober
when he sat down to his tea table tina.
night.
"I'm dying to know what Miss Grets
had to say for herself" remarked his
wife.
The stronger vessel smiled. "Your
tea, my dear, resembles the church Il
Laodicea-it Is neither hot nor cold.-
1T waited for you long enough to
cool. ! wonder you didn't see that you
were de frop at Miss Loring's.r
81 think maybe Grafton found me
de frop- In the mean time, my love, I
am happy to restore your diamond"
and be passed tiny box across the
table.
Then she has coRfessedPr sparkled
Mrs. Stoughton.
You jump at conclusions. Women
are fond Of such gymnastic exercises, /
hear. No; the confession comes from
your humble servant. am the culprit.
Mrs. Stoughton- 1t was who, wanting
some ready money for business purpos-
e., distracted the diamond from your
ring, and pawned il 10 Mr.. Grafton.
He advanced considerable sum upon
i. and ! never meant you should know
till had redeemed it-perhaps not then.
After all, perfect confidence Is the only
safe thing between yon and me, find.
Now we must 60 and beg Greta's par
don"
"And Mr.. Grafton"
The blue satin parlor Is mistake.
as well as the boudoir; he will remain 4
selfP',
"All's fair in love and war. even
forgery, is his creed.''
"Then Greta viii return to her car
petsp''
mot il Stephen Sotherne can help
IT, Harpers Basar.
Bread Soup: Take large coffee
cup Of stale bread -crumbs--rolled as
finely as pOsSible-and having rcsdx ~