The Penn's Grove record., 1884-08-09

away, feeling more bitterly than ever
she had done before the pangs Of pow
erty.
And Miss Million got into her car
rage with tine casket of amethysts in
her hand, and drove off to the Park
Lane mansion that had the honor of
shelteTing the family of Million.
Mr.. Jones took up his newspaper
again.
Ferguson" he said to the shop
man, put up these Amethysts."
The shopman surveyed the tray.
"What did she take. sir2"
"Necklace and earrings"
And cross, too2"
mo cross"
"There are only two crosses here"
persisted Ferguson.
Three, you mean" said Mr.. Jones,
still keeping his eye on the paper.
"No, Sir. Two"
"But there ought to be three" cried
Mr.. Jones, jumping up, "There were
three there just now. Look under the
tray. Look on the counter"
But the most thorough search re
vealed no glittering cross, outlined
with purple fire. Mr.. Jones and Fer
guson eyed one another.
cts gone" said the former.
"Stolen, most Gkely.n said the lat
ter,
"That young waman with the old
fashioned ring" said Mr.. Jones,
tits her, you may depend on it,"
nodded the shopman. 81 thouo''
when she oamo io she h. a sly, I'M
o,fnanded way with her. Here's her
name and address-or at least what she
gave as such"
"Call a policeman at once" cried
Mr.. Jones, bustling frantically about.
"Why, that cross was worth ten gum
cas-, at the leastl And to think that it
has been distracted right before our
very face II eyesl RUM What are
you standing staring there for? A
policeman, at oncel"
81 shall be very glad of the situation,
ma'am, if you think l will suit" said
Jessie, meekly.
Mrs. Hornblende (who had called at
the humble lOdg:ngl sat in the little
room, a whirlpool of silks, satins, and
fur-trimmed cloaks. For Jessie had
advertised for a situation as nursery
goyerness, and Mrs. Hornblende, who
was always in hot water with servants
and dependents, had answered it.
'At least you may come and try"
said Mrs. Hornblende. Tomorrow
at-Dear me? what does this police
mar want?"
The official walked in, without even
the preliminary ceremonial of a knock,
followed by Mr.. Jones, and Ferguson,
the shopman.
"We are here," said the jeweller,
with a certain assumption of pomp,
''to arrest Jessie Walters for the theft
of an amethyst crossI'
Jessie started with ashy face and
clasped hands.
"What does he mean?' she asked,
looking wildly around. els he talking
about me?"
''Humphp said the policeman.
Good acting, but it won't go down.
You've took the cross, miss, and it'll
be altogether the cheapest thing for
you to fork it over and confess at
once"
81 do not know anything about the
cross. have not seen the cross" said
Jessie, turning alternately white and
red, and shrinking back into the corner
Of the room,
ooh, come onl'' said the policeman
Hnpatiently. "We hain't no time to
stand fooling here, me and these ERE
gentlemen"
HAS she been-stealing?" Mrs.
HornbleDde demanded under her
breath. land / was Just going to en-
gage her as g%oyerness to my three dear
little childrenl Good gracious! what a
lucky escape l have had!"
And Mrs. Hornblende disappeared,
apparently anxious to get out of the
atmosphere of arrest as quickly as pos
sible.
"Jessie! Jessieln gasped the poor
widowed mother, who had not walked
for five years, but always sat in the
one-arm chair by the one window,
meek and patient as a saint; "what
docs this mean? How have they got
such a thing into their heads?"
''Mother, dear, it will be all right"
said Jessie, Tesolutely checking the
sobs that rose to her throat, 81 have