The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1885-08-14

OUT OF It's gases, ana IndL grows now
nowhere For they can't find any sub
stance that can quite produce it, And
that made my diamond by slow concen-
tration. Or else, even Il it is not that, it
is the very COMPRESSION of that ancient
atmosphere, almost all carbon, which
hung over the earth in that first mys-
terry of chaos. And, at any rate, it is
of the purest physical perfection known
to-day, and of the simplest chemical
composition. Sol"
MY love. how much you knowi You
take my breath away. 1t seems to me
wickeder to have stolen your diamond
than to steal the Koh-i-noor''
1T is. The Bible saysso. Nathan talked
to King David about the eve lamb
And that was all the diamond had. 1t
would seem so to you, really, if your
head clerk had stolen it. or anybody
had stolen it but this pretty Mildred. "
"But, Janet, you are always SO posi-
tive
"How can you say so? What am
ever positive about? : You wouldn't
have me .distrust the evidence of ny
senses? And if ever saw guilt on any
| face"
There is. nothing more fallible than
the evidence Of your senses. =
Il beg your pardon. can see as far.
and hear as quickly, and taste as keenly
as any one alive. And for you to begin
to run down my eyes now-perhaps
they're not so bright as they have been
but l never thought-to hear you
INVITING me of growing old-in this
way, all of sudden Crying hard to
! swallow her sobs)-''because you re
interested -in-in my servant-maid-n
''For Heavens sake, Janet, think
what you're sayingr'
81 do think what | am saying" she
cried then, in fury. ..And I say,
whatever. the evidence of my senses may
be. have every evidence that you
care nothing at all for my feelings, and
can see me robbed without lifting your
voice, and-and- oh, husband ought
to love his wife, and protect, and take
her part. :" And here Mrs. Janet rose
hurriedly and pushed over her chair,
and was running from the room.
But Mr.. Torrance was not to be out
| done by any such sleight of foot and
| had caught her in his arms before she
reached the door. '.And do you Think
| he exclaimed, that / don't love you.
you abominable little mass of contra
dictions? Do you suppose won't pro-
tect you with my life ITSELF Do you
| fancy for moment that / won't take
your part, when you decide what your
| part isP''
LET me go! Let me 90, sir!" she
exclaimed. ''Or else, at any rate, let me
! find my handkerchief And she strug.
| gled for her handkerchief that the kisses
her husband gave her might not be too
salt, and pulling it from her pocket,
something in a great arc and stream of
luster whirled out with the violently
wrenched handkerchief, sailed through
the air like nothing so much as flying
rainbow, and fell at her feet. ~.
1t was the lost diamond.
Mrs. Terrence stopped in the midst
OF her tears, blushing, disheveled,
acknowledgement herself, as pretty a
sight as rose bush in shower, and
held back her skirts with both hands
while she looked at the great shining
eye there before her on the carpet.
1.-The horrid thing" she said. 1.-The
horrid, unwinking accusing thing! It
| is calling me all sorts of names I
shall never want to see it again. Only
think, if l had denounced that poor
| girl. I'm so glad never breathed of
it to her. / remember had on this
very gown when Mrs. Veasey was in.
How stupid of me! Now, I'll take this
down to diamond brokers' to day, and
Mildred's Mabel shall have her thou
sand dollars, worth of lessons. | dare
say she'll sing at our parties by and by.
She IL be our particular prima donna.
And by that time shall have improved
Mildred into companion. Oh should
think you would despise such a ridicu-
lous, wicked little wife as I am!n she
cried, turning to her husband: "You
ought to have married a saint. What a
good man you are, Archy!"
my dear" said Mr.. Arehy, ''life
with any other woman who didn't
arrange these little circuses for my
morning entertainment would be to
stale, flat and improbable to endure
l!should run away from the saint, and
take to the flying trapeze and you -
Harriet Prescott Spoford, IN Harper's
Bazaar.