Huntsville gazette., 1885-07-11
Andrews rubbed his chin and nodded.

"HO!" cried VIII.
"Fact. Got to get rich first Do
mestic happiness indefinitely post
poned. just bought the ring fumb-
ling in his vest pocket ''You may
look at i and get an idea for your
"Don't joke, Dan. I'm little sore
on the subject of my poverty"
Il am not joking replied Dan.
swapping . spring with his finger;
''what do you think of that" And he
handed him little blue velvet case.
Willis eyes widened. ~
.'Phew! how did you manage that on
seventy-five month? It's a beauty"
Andrews chuckled.
'You like it?' -
Il should say SO. How would stones
like that do for ear-rings?"
''Oh. let up, Dan. Where's the use
of talking about it? That's carat,
isn't it?n ss.s AZ a-.ss
Right you are. But you can get the
same if you wish. y s ,g
20, some installment scheme, sup
pose"
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:
'.Tll try and manage it, Dot.
''WhatP Not the ear-rings?"
"Yes."
20, you darling''
And the very next day he brought
them up.
Didn't they sparkle on their bed of
snowy velvet. thought And weren't
they beauties? Actually larger than
Mrs. Kinsley's, too.
'I'm glad you like them, Dora"
Like them!'
And her eyes were brighter than the
gems.
And for one whole month home was
a paradise of serenity for Will Mayrell.
But one day, going out in hurry, Dora
hastily put in her earrings. She could
not have fastened them securely, for on
her return she found herself minus one.
OF her grief, distraction, who could
write? Straightway downtown went
she and advertised in all the dailies.
But she did not give her real name and
address. She must not let VIII know
till it had been recovered. 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 repos-
session in the same breath. She Of
fered fifteen dollars reward, and came
home tagged and heartsick. But day
by day passed and never word came
there of the missing jewel. She staid at
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 theater with Will
one evening he said suddenly.
"Why, Dora, you haven't got your
earrings in. Are you tired Of them al
ready?"
90, nor' she exclaimed, with a few
erish laugh, ''but 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 ref
erence to divert suspicion-like the
wise fellow he was. And when two
weeks had passed and doubt had began
to settle into despair little Mrs. May
rell began to wonder if she could BY
any economical strain replace the lost
trinket unknown to Will. She might
have managed it if they had not been
such very brilliant stones and so large,
too. They must be worth an enormous
sum! How Will had managed to get
them in the first place rather puzzled
and frightened her when she let herself
| think of it, but then Will always did
things on grand scale when he made
gifts at ALL
They must be worth three hundred
at least. Several had valued them at
that-none less She would take the
one in her dressing-case down to
Mackin, the chief jeweler, tell him of
her loss, and learn from him the lowest
sum at which it could be replaced.
And this the very next day she did.
Mr.. Mackin examined the earring as
she falteringly inquired what one ex-
actly like it would be worth. Two
fifty, madam" tEI
All, even more than she thought!
1.-TWO hundred and fifty! That is a
great dealr' she murmured.
He looked at her blankly. 1.-TWO
dollars and fifty cents, madam. We
don't keep such stones, but we
can have your missing earring re-
placed for that sum.
And then, observing her pallor and
divining the truth, he kindly and po-
litelv 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 her a
paper. pointing out paragraph as he
does so, and this is what she reads:
NEW YonK.-George Kinsley, of Chicago,
who arrived in this city yesterday was to-day
arrested for cmbezzlement as he was about
to board the steamship Servia- His books
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