Centre Democrat. [volume] (Bellefonte, Pa.) 1848-1989, 1882-11-09

less, gliding movement--and before
she had been the guardian genius of
poor John Judson's room for a week
the fever turned and he began to grow
better.
$50" he said, suddenly, one bleak
February afternoon when Mary Price
sat stitching silently by his side, 81
shall get we'll"
THE doctor says So" silently as
sented Miss Price.
"Why didn't they let me die?"
groaned the poor lapidary, scrcwingup
his forehead.
Miss Price looked at him in amaze
ment.
Don't you want to liye?" she said.
"What have | got to live for?" burst
out John Judson. 81 have neither
name nor fame left, and can't even get
the chance to earn my own living,
They believe me to be thief. As well
die of fever rs die of starvation"
Miss Price looked gently at him.
There is no need Of either" said
she. Il have a few dollars in the
savings bank. You are welcome to
them until you can work and earn
something for yourself"
John raised himself on his elbow
and stared at her.
"Why do you give me your hard
earned savings said he, bluntly.
because YOU need them more than
do" said Miss Price, sewing away.
Judson uttered a how, bitter laugh.
"I thought the race of Christians
was extinct" said he; "but | believe
there are some left"
After that he recovered rapidly.
But on the day on which he first sat
up there came laundering knock at
the door and in walked old Mr.. Goldi-
love, plump, clean-shayen and looking
cminently respectable in his fur
trimmed oycrcoat and new kid gloves.
Judson started.
Have you come to arrest me, sir?"
said he.
Not at all, my dear fcllow-not at
all 80 said the old gentleman, briskly.
Look here "
And opening his hand he showed
snugly reposing in the palm some
thing small and sparkling like a drop
of blue dew.
It's the Mordaunt sappldrel" ex-
claimed the lapidary, eagerly.
Exactly" said Mr. Goldiloyc; "it's
the Mordaunt sapphire. And where
do you suppose we found itT"
Il am sure, sir, l do not know" an
-wcred Judson, whose fcycr-bright
eyes were still fixed upon the glitter
ing blue jewel "a if he momentarily
expected TO see il melt away.
why" chucklcd Mr. Goldiloyc, 81
was the thief. Judson | stole 1t my
self lIa, ha ha "
"You. sir?" calculated John.
sent this coat to the furrier's."
said Mr.. Goldilove, "to have the trim
ming repaired where it had ripped
away. And the furrier found the sap
phre lodged neatly in a seam. II
must have clung to the fur some time
when | leaned my elbow carclessly on
the table slipped in at the ripped
place and tucked itself comfortably
away. And all the time | was scold.
ing about you, JudsGn, and be-
lieving you in my heart to be thief,
was carrying about the missing
jewel myself. Good faith, my dear
fellow! I've thought since if the
Lord judged us as hardly "A we jndge
each other our chances in the other
world would be mighty slim. en-? But
I'm sorry--sorry from thevery bottom
Of my heart--and beg your pardon.
Judson! And your old place at the
shop is waiting for you. with little
rise in wages, whenever you choose to
come back"
And he cordially wrung the lapi-
darys hand once more and hobbled off
and it was not until he had gone that
Judson discovered that he had left
twenty-doIlar bill on the table, folded
in an envelope directed to John judi
son."
When Miss Price came in as usual
on her way home from the shirt fac
tory where she worked John Judson
had story to tell her.
You've kept my heart up many a
time, Miss Price," said he, "when it