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send her in my little carriage with the
three ponies to Erdiosegh."
s'Your Excellency is very condescend-
ing," said Neusiedler, bowling TO the
ground.
The local police sought everywhere for
the lost Jewels, but no trace OF them
could be found. The Baroness sat in a
sort of stupor, and gazeI out Of tn, win
dow
81 will 60 to England = said SHE hastl-
ly one day. .Neusiedler,-somei inoney,
and arrange for me to be gone three
months.
'It is well, Madame" said the steward.
1t was very roundabout route that the
Baroness took for England! Wh;n Ma
tide and Madame Pasteur reached the
station at Erdioszcgh, they were astonlsh-
ed to see the Baroness lash into the ticket
Office and buy tickets for Vienna, and
when they arrived, all of them at her fine
hotel at Vienna, vino should step out to
neet them but Sir Lyster Howard Lys-
teri
Nothing but the well known eccentri-
city of the Baroness, apologized to
Madame Pasteur for what followed She
commanded two dresses to be made, and
that Madame Pasteur should go with her
to a Jewish masked ball at the opera
house in Vienna.
"Sir Lyster Howard Lyster will go with
us !" said she, as a shade passed over the
pale face of her companion.
Oh that the Lady Of sixteen quarter
| ings should be seen i'll such a low place !
No, she WAS not seen she was masked !;
but that she should even go What u
l., ,f Mn,ln
| Pasteur thought it, as she saw the Bar
oness take the arm of one masked man
after the other, and then go into the sup
per room with party who followed tall
mask in black domino.
voice struck on Madame Pasteur' 8
car-was it that Of Madame Newsletter? :?
was it-could it be
Yes and as she threw back mask and
hood, there sparklel on her neck, the
pearl-colored pearls, and the emerald pen
dants of the lost jewels. Oh heaven!
"The necklace of the Baroness" shout
ell the impulsive, the imprudent, Madame
Pastcur.
1t nearly spoiled the plot, for Madame
Neusiedler WAS amongst friends and con-
federates However, the tall Englishman
stepped forward, and two Niennese police
men arrested the woman.
She behaved with extraordinary cool
ness and explained:
at is indeed the necklace of the Bar
oness, given by her to my husband for
moneys which he has advanced to her
Let her deny it if she dare l have her
written acknowledgement of the money,
and have come TO Vienna to sell the
necklace where it is well known"
The Jews gathered round the wonder
full necklace, which the Chief of Police
put il lis breast pocket. removing the
woman Neusiedler.
The Baroness went back to her hotel,
and allowed Madame Pastsur to pass n
wretched night She would explain moth
ing.
All Vienna was alive when the great
case came on, and not few ladies' were
glad to hear that the Rukavina Eltz jewels
were i'll pawn-that envied necklace 4!
Newsletter came to his wife's rescue,
and told the story over again. The evi-
dence against the Baroness was damninS.
She mad, according to his story, lived far,
far beyond her income and he had sup
piled her with money from the Jews. She
had fabricated the story of tine lost neck
lace. to try to cheat him, but here were
her signatures, and here was the Baron's
will, which she was about to try to disre-
gard. His WILL saying that she should
never marry, or, if she did, that she lost
all her vast estates.
Baroness Rukavina- Eltz, what have
you to say to this? What is your de-
fence ?" said the prosecuting counsel
''Only tins - said the Baroness, hold
ing up in her hand the pearl -colored
pearls and the emerald drops, the real
necklace On the Judges desk lay
fac-simile OF the famous necklace the
two ornaments looked exactly alike
Let an expert be brought and say
which is the real necklace and which the
imitation one. made in Paris, and used by
me, TO lHre this wretched and dishonest
thief of a steward on TO his own destruc-
ton - said the Baroness, with a flash of
Roumanion fire in her eyes
1t was true Newsletter had been foil
ed (; lie had stolen false necklace, which
the Baroness mad had made in the Rue de
Ia Paix. HE has been stealing from me
for years he has doubtless forged false
will of the Baron. for have found tho
true one - said Rukavina-E -Eltz. Il could
not unravel the net that he has thrown
over me, but for this happy thought of
tempting him to steal some false Jewels
Had he got the real ones his story would
have been possible. Now / trust Justice
is convinced that it is lie y
A dreadful noise followed this speech
Of the spirited Baroness Neusiedler had
fallen down in fit Never more would
he drink the Yellow tinted Ruster never
more would he return to the joys Of
crushing the peasantry of Somlyo-of
cheating the Baroness. The baroness
had cheated him, at last Sold sold !
sold with false pearls and emeralds
Poor Jew poor Jew
1t was Il very grand wedding, that of
the Baroness to Sir Lyster Howard Lys-
teI, who, though only an English country
gentleman, proved to be richer than she,
and who made her loving and hunting
husband
The Emperor gave her away, and sho
wore the pearl-colored pearls with the
emerald drops now become historical
"Ah Madame, dear Baroness, please
tell me where you have kept the rodi-jew-
els all these months - said the pious
Madame Pasteur, almost kissing the hem
Of her mistress's robes.
The Baroness was dressed for travel
ling, as her faithful adherent knelt and
asked this question. She had Oh the
quilted satin red petticoat the scarlet Of
old England.
WAS it in the double locked closet of
the north tower?"
"Ah. no faithful Pasteur, thou know
est Newsletter had the key to that -
Was it in the jewel cuse of thy great
ancestress, the Roumanian Princess @
'No. Guess again !"
WAS it i'll the convent Of the nuns Of
Reg Gebirge?"
NO Pasteur. never gave them any
thing to keep but my sins"
Was i. in the Baron's strong box, IN
the CELLAR"
NO. my dear Pasteur, no. You have
the hiding plnce under your finger. They
were quilted into the lining of this red
satin petticoat. / owe the ilea to that
good Lady Louisa. See here !" and gent
iy raising the edge Of her travelling skirt.
right over her left foot, the Baroness
showed Madame Pasteur, neat little
series of pockets, where the jewels had
been safely hidden, in II scarlet prison.
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