The Washington critic., 1885-07-02

the missing jewel. She stad at the house
altogether now. She had no heart for
shopping or calls.
Her hope of ever errecovering 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 ear
rings iii Are you tired of them alroadyY'
"Oh moi" she exclaimed with feverish
laugh, "but ] can't wait for them. Come,
| do hate to be late"
And VIII, having read the oft-repeated
advertisements and noticing the un-
adorned 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 despair,
little Mrs. Mayrel began to wonder if she
could by any economical strain replace
the lost trinket unknown to Will. She
might have managed 1t If they had not
been such brilliant stones, and so large,
too. They must be worth an enormous
sum- How VIII had managed to get them
in the first place rather puzzled and fright
cned her when she let herself think OF it,
but then Will always did things on a grand
scale when he made gifts at all.
They must be worth $500 at least. Sew
eral had valued them at that-none less.
She would take the one in her dressing
case down to Mackin, the chief ieweler,
tell him of her loss, and learn from him
the lowest sum at which it could be re-
placed.
And this the very next day she did.
Mr.. Mackin examined the earring as
she falteringly inquired what one exactly
like 1T would be worth. "Two fifty, ma
dam"
All, even more than she thought!
Two hundred and fifty! That is a great
dealp she murmured.
He looked at her blankly. "rwo dol
lars and fifty cents, madame. We don't
keep such stones, but we can have your
missing earring replaced for that sum-"
And then observing her pallor and di-
vining the, truth he kindly and politely
turned his back on her.
Over the scene which followed at home
turn low the lights, ring down the curtain.
But raise it again for moment.
1t is two weeks since Mrs. VIII Mayrell
met her husband with face which told
him his scheme had found him out.
He comes in now and hands hera paper,
pointing out u paragraph as he did so, and
this is what she reads
New YoRK.-[Special to The Tribune. l.
George Kinsley of Chicago, who arrived
in this city yesterday, was to-day arrested
for embezzlement as he was about to board
the steamship Servla. His books show q
deficit of $1,000, taken, as is credibly assert
ed, to crafty his wife's extravagant de-
mands. He managed to avoid suspicion
up to, the day of leaving. He swallowed
strychnine and died within the hour.
With very white face Dora laid down
the paper. viii took her in his arms.
Darling" he said quietly, that was the
only other course left open to me-"
ooh, WHIP
"You forgive me now, dear"
She was shaking from head TO feet She
began to cry softly.
mot that Will. You forgive me. ]
didn't know-I didn't think
He kissed her tenderly.
"Of course not, sweetheart. But we can
| do without diamonds better than without
honor or each other, can't we?''
"Yes, yesp' she cried, ana clung to him
| But the tears had washed away the old
selfishness and envy, and with her smile
| of love began grander, fairer woman
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