Waterbury evening Democrat., 1888-04-25

,hese lannon's jewels

''My future wife," says Granit grace fully, twill not need the addition of any jewels to make her the most beautiful woman in England"
 ''Ye gods!" cries Miss Grey, springine suddenly to her feet and rushing acros! the room to 8 mirror. "Am I that The most beautiful woman in England Am that now, my good Granits Or il it the fact of being your wife that will make me sop
 'sNow, of course. And then, too, hope"
 "Wrong now, at all events, my friend," after an exhaustive examina tion of her pretty form in the mirror II know some one at this very moment who is unspeakably better worth looking at than am.''
 'Lady Landing?"
 s'No! I prefer myself to her. wa. thinking of my little friend-my youth full instructress-Nadine Roche. By th' bye, what singular thing that you have never seen her.''
 'Quite as singular that she has nevel seen me-"
 'sShe did-once.
 Boyle turns straight round and look, at her. He had been teasing the parrot up to this Though he does not speak something in his face compels her to an swer him as though he had done so.
 ssYes-once, really; so you are not a. unknown to fame as you imagine"
 ''She told you so?''
 "She confessed as much. But, as you seem modest about it, perhaps it will comfort you to learn that what she did a bit of your nose. You know, if you will wear your nose so long you cannot expect it to altogether escape observa tion.'
 Granit laughs
 "So that was all she saw? She can have no idea then what @ good looking fellow am," he says, with mischievous shrug.
 "Not the slightest. Your persistent re. fusal to oblige all your admirers by sit ting to photographer has put it out oi my power to give Nadine some faint idea of your charms"
 "Just as well; she might have been overpowered by them," returns Granit, who has gone back to his task of reduc- ing the parrot to state of frenzy.
 Mot that l believe in photographs, '' goes on Millicent. "There is Lefty Lums- den, she looks like Venus on card board-like dairymaid in the fiesh."
 'tTo say nothing of Mrs. Denby, who looks like saint in the flesh, and like a Bacchante, as portrayed by Dessemains. Pm rather glad Pm out of it. I rejoice to think my face is still my own. Photos'' with a curious little laugh-ssare dan- gerous."
 "If every one thought that the detec- tives would be oftener at fault than they are," says Mrs. Brand. Photographs ',ave been the means of bringing many criminals to justice"
 "As have said-they are dangerous, !" replies her nephew.
 "I wish we had some picture of the wretch who has robbed Millicent."
 "But you see you haven't"
 "You take it very easily-yet you must regret the jewels, Granit,'' says Mrs. Brand, fretfully, who is of opinion that nothing now should be thought of but the irreparable loss her niece has sus- tained, and who regards the present frivolity as being distinctly in bad taste, would have considered it hardly out of place if some one had pulled down the blinds and put muffiing on the knocker.
 'I assure you I do not regret them. I have nothing to regret" returns he, laughing lightly. Then he looks at Mil icent. "How can find room for regret when see my cousin safe and well?''
 Millicent is as touched by his manner as it would be possible for him to move her.
 "Certainly he bears the loss of those jewels very well" she says to herself; "and he used to be their most extrava- gant admirer. Sometimes it irritated me to think he looked upon them with pro- prietorial eye, but after all I believe I wronged him. If they were still in my possession or in his he could not be more 
 She gives him little kindly glance as @ reward for this, which seems to afford him some secret amusement.
 ''The thing that puzzles me-" goes on Mrs. Brand, who cannot keep her mind off the subject, ''is how the miscreant got in. Certainly Brown confesses he is not in the habit of putting up the chain at night-a most reprehensible neglect, for which have severely censured him; but, admitting that, do not see how the burg lar could have had door key exactly like ours. It is one of a most peculiar pattern; poor MT. Brand quite prided him. self on it.
 ''The more peculiar, the easier to take an impression of it," says Granit.
 'To take an impression?-to get false key made? But that means you would suspect the servants. could not do that; they are all old servants-old friends, indeed, might almost say"
 "You are like my mother. She will not believe the servants were implicated in the diamond robbery at valworth; yet if she had taken my advice a recovery might have been effected. Mind, do not say it would," says Capt. Boyle, who seems determined to give everyone a chance; "I only say it might"
 'But-but surely you would not att tach suspicion to Brown?'' says Mrs. Brand, nervously, who is easily swayed.
 ''There are other servants in the house besides Brown; and people come and go -eh?'
 "Eo one comes and goes except Miss Roche; you would not suspect her, SUD- poser" says Millicent coldly.
 "I really could not form an opinion. You forget I have not had the pleasure of an introduction to Miss Roche."
 There is slight return of his sneering tone here-the tone that had driven her to passionate anger during that inter- view at the last dance she had attended. She has seen fit to forget that scene, and so has he; but just now she is strongly re- of it. Mrs. Brand, scenting mis- chief in the air, comes to the rescue.
 "Tut," says she, "what an absurd question to arise! Let Miss Roche's name a1Ona T n11St cau Mi11icanf vor1 chopu