The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1880-06-08

cestors will turn over In their graves"
Eugene, overjoyed, received the ring,
and hastily taking leave of the count,
went with his prize at once to the best
judge of diamonds In Paris. The stone
was pronounced genuine, without q
doubt,and one of the finest In the world,
worth at least sixty-five thousand francs.
The young man was delighted, and
went home to gloat over 1t by himself.
Alas his joy was short-lived. DE
Rhoan came in the next day with
downcast look.
Monsieur Lawrence" he said, de-
| jectedly, " ] am come to disappoint you.
know promised to sell you the stone;
but throw myselfu upon your mercy 1t
| Is more to me than 1 thought / cannot
part with it. beg you to give me back
my ring. will raise the money some
other way"
There were actually tears in the dark
eyes as the foreigner uttered these words
and Eugene felt that 1t would be ungen-
erous to urge him farther. OF course he
could not do otherwise than restore the
ring, though he did so with a reluctance
scarcely less than that which the count
himself might have felt at parting with
it. 1t was only the next Saturday that
he was called to London, and then home
at once to America.
Eugene Lawrence had been home
from Europe nearly year now, and yet
all that time he had never forgotten
Count de Rhoan's diamond. He thought
of it often-thought of it always, too,
with sigh of regret, as one sometimes
| thinks of beautiful woman whom he
has failed to win. Probably he wanted
| it all the more because he had been
unable to get 1t. 1t is human nature,
after all, to value thing most when it
belongs to somebody else. But 1t seems
that he had not yet seen the last of the
Golconda stone.
BY what could not but strike him as
remarkable fatality, Eugene, being in
Boston one afternoon in August, intend
ing to return to New York by rail, at
the last moment met friend who was
going on the same night by the Fall
River steamboat, and who persuaded
him to go that way.
Just at dusk, as the vast steamer was
making its way down the east passage,
before reaching Newport, as the two
were sitting together on the after-deck,
Eugene found his cigar had gone out,
and was obliged to appeal to a stranger
beside him for light This stranger,
he had before noticed, was stout, jolly
looking individual, in gray business
suit. He had been sitting there smok-
ing a long while, with his feet on the
rail. He took his own cigar from his
mouth, and politely knocked the ashes
from it before handing it to Lawrence.
AS he did so, the light of the cabin
lamps fell full upon his hand; and
there, right before our heroes eyes, flash
ing and scintillating with brilliancy
that could not be mistaken, was his old
sweetheart, the Golcondd stone. He
recognized it on the instant, positively,
and beyond doubt If he could have
been mistaken by the stone, there was
the gold snake in whose fangs it rested,
familiar to him as though he himself
had worn it all his life. So astonished
was he, and delighted, too, at this un-
expected event, that his hand trembled
violently as he mechanically took the
offered cigar and lit his own with it.
And presently when the stout stranger
moved away, he followed and addressed
him.
1t did not seem to Eugene at all neces-
sary to beat about the bush with this
person, whom he took to be some vulgar
American, made rich by the sale of
butter or lard or some other oily COM
modify; a representative of the later
aristocracy.
"Sir," he said, placing his hand on
the stout mans shoulder, "may 1 in
quire where you got that ring ?"
The stranger looked around, surprised
and apparently startled.
"That ringl" he exclaimed, in voice
of alarm. "WhyY Wasn't it his'n ?"
WASN'T it whoseY"
"Why, the man 1 bought it of-the
count"
$50 De Rhoan sold it, after all, did
hep" Eugene said, in lower tone
half to himself and half to the stout
man.
"Yes," responded the other, opening
his eyes. How the deuce did you
know? Acquainted with the count ?"
| "a IInur much did un1l niua him fnI