Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1885-08-22
Andrews rubbed his chin and nod.

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mestic happiness indefinitely post
poned. just bought the ring"
fumbling in his vest pocket. "You
may look at it and get an idea of your
wife's solitaires."
"Don't joke, Dan. l am little
sore on the subject of my poverty"
81 am not Joking" replied Dan,
swapping a spring with his finger !;
''what do you think of ahat ?" And
he handed him little blue velvet
case. Willis eyes widened.
"Whew! How did you manage
that on $75 a month! It's a
beauty"
Andrews chuckled.
"You like it?
81 should say So"
GLOW would stones like that do
for earrings ?'
"Oh, let up, Dan. What's the use
of talking about it %
"But you can get the same if you
wish"
"On some installment scheme, l
suppose"
Andrews restored the ring to its
case and the case to his pocket.
"Not exactly"
And he forthwith proceeded to ex-
plain.
That night Mayrell said to his
wife:
"Pll try and manage it, Dot"
"What? Not the earrings ~
eyes"
go, you darling"
And the very next day he brought
them up.
Didn't they sparkle on their bed of
snowy velvet, though Aud weren't
they beauties? Actually larger than
Mrs. Kinsley's, too.
Pm glad you like them, Dora.'
"Like them"
And her eyes were brighter than
the gems.
And for one whole month was
paradise of serenity for Will Mayrel..
But one day, going out in a hurry,
Dora hastily putin her earrings. She
could not have fastened them secure
ly, for on her return she found her
self minus one.
Of her grief, distraction, who
could write? Straightway down
town and advertised in all the dali
les. But she did not give her real
name and address. She must not
let Will know till it had been recov-
cred. He would feel SO badly about
it. No, no, she would conceal the
fact of her loss from HIM till she
could tell HIM of her repossession in
the same breath. She offered fifteen
dollars reward, and came home lag
ged and heartsick. But day by day
passed and never word came there
of the missing jewel. She staid in
the house altogether now. She had
no heart for shopping Or calls.
Her hope of ever recovering her
precious earring grew fainter daily.
She could not bear to look at the
poor lonely one laid so carefully away.
Going out to the theatre with Will
one evening he said suddenly.
"Why, Dora, you haven't got your
earrings in. Are you tired of them
already ?"
go, mop she exclaimed, with a
feverish laugh, "but l can't wait for
them. Come, do hate to be late" "
And Will, having read the oft-re-
peated advertisements and noticing
the unadorned pink ears, had come
to his own conclusion. But he only
smiled and was silent-except for
this one reference to divert suspicion
like the wise fellow he was. And
when two weeks had passed and
doubt had begun to settle into de.
spair little Mrs. Mayrell began te
wonder if she could by any econ.
omical strain replace the lost trinket
unknown to Will. She might have
managed it if they had not beer
such very brilliant stones, and SC
large, too. They must be worth an
enormous sum! How Will had man
aged to get them in the first place
rather puzzled and frightened hel
when she let herself think of it, but
then Will always did things on a
grand scale when he made gifts a
all.