The Russellville Democrat., 1881-03-31


 ment, Missgr while hespoke to an elder y man, who in while came to nle and said
 Would you mind telling me. madam, how this set of jewelry came into your possession."
 Ny heart sank There seemed to he something of doubt as to whether they had been honestly come by.
 Certainly not, said. They were left to me by my aunt, Mrs. Eunice Mar ston. You may perhaps remember that she bought them here
 twill you give me your name and ad- dress please2D
 did S., and found that the younger man knew my husband well, and also re nembered having seen me in the store with my aunt
 Do you know. madam what those jewels are worth?''
 About $50, I suppose | said
 He took one of the earrings out of the case, and giving q little twist and light pressure of the small gilt knob at the lower side of the ball, 1t opened into two parts; taking of. the golden envelope, he held up to my astonished eye an im-
 mense solitaire diamond that sparkled and bIazed like star as it trembled m
 his hand.
 "The earrings alone are worth ten thousand dollars; and, with the brooch,
 which opens to, you see, the set is worth twenty-five thousand dollars" The words had no meaning to me; everything faded befoie my eyes--all
 was darkness.
 When I came to my senses, l was lying 1 or a lounge. and a sweet looking lady sat
 by me bathing my head. When l was | sufficiently recovered to think of what 1 had happened, and was assured that Ii 1 was not dream, l had another inter. 1 view with the gentleman, who, like the genii in an Arabian story bad evoked ! such wonders from a simple golden ball ! Upon my signifying my desire to sell l the jewels, an agreement was made, and l 1 went out of the store rich woman ! with 0rmolu & Co.'s check for twenty i thousand dollars in my pocket. ] When l reached home, Charle stood al ! the front door waiting for me, looking ] anxious poor fellow, for no one could tell ] where I had gone, and it was very unusual for me to be out when he came home.
 ] He must have thought had gone crazy when, putting the check in his hand, ! threw my arms around his neck right there in the yestibule' and crying as il
 my heart would break, said: "Oh. Charliei Oh, Charlier Then when he had taken me into the house, drew ] all my little ones into my arms, cyring
 "0h. my darlingsl my darlings" When my excitement had abated some. what I thought of the precious paper "Where is the check?" l said. "Check" said Charlie. Poor darling trouble has turned your brain"
 But upon insisting, very much as one humors a sick child, he consented to
 humor me, and pretended to look for it.
 Here is something, papa" exclaimed Amy. as she put in his hand a crumpled
 bit of paper she had picked up in the hall.
 can see that expression on his face. I do really believe my husband for a minute thought l had, i'll my insanity, been guilty of forgery, burglary, highway i robbery, or some dreadful thing. IL seems but yesterday, and yet five happy years have gone since then, and we have house of our own, with eozy library full of books for Charlie and a
 large, sunny, lovely room for the ehil- dren's nursery.
 You wouldn't know Charlie he is so
 rugged and brown. He is now cashier of the bank in which he began as errand boy.
 We are not rich by any means, but ! have everything we need and many i luxuries.
 No matter; Charlie and my darling
 children are happy, and l wish Aunt 1 Eunice could look into my grateful heart ! to-night-a heart so filled with a sense
 of all my blessings that l can scarcely
 see through the happy tears that fill
 my eyes, to write these few last words.