The weekly messenger. [volume] (St. Martinsville [i.e. St. Martinville] La.) 1886-1948, 1889-09-14

II ~ sweet flVOr. lne power,
! ATIZ# a pleasure and insi pidity
SS5rrSX,. of her new life We're, so
S&\D to speak, in the swad-
ding clothes of novelty as yet. In
fact, about the only relic of old times
left t. Mrs. Horshaw was Mr.. Horshaw,
and he did not count for much in
society'S opinion, except as the husband
of Mrs. Horshaw.
Scarcely year since the new lead in
the Little Jule" silver mine had de
velored its Aladdin-like qualities.
Scarcely year since the modest cabin
IN Red Wood Gulch had been ex-
changed for the brown-stone sar-
cophagus on Prairie avenue, whence
Mrs. HOrShaw, after few brief pre-
liminary hutters, had burst upon So
ciety like golden butterfly, little
crude and glarinG perhaps, vet genuine,
very genuine. Little julie" was dis
gorging cool five thousand in silver
bullion per week. The mine had been
named after Mrs. Horshaw by her hus-
band.
Late in the morning after the pro-
phet's ball, Mrs. Horshaw WIS surveying
the contents of her jewe-case in the
privacy Of her boudoir. There was a
ring Mt the front door, and a housemaid
announced: "A man from Jaccard's,
Mum"
''Jaccard's" was the well-known
iewelry house. "What can he want"
she said, wonderingly. However
send him up."
Presently gentiemanly young man
entered, his hat i'll one hand and
small pOrtmantcau in the other.
Pardon" he said. ''but Mr.. Hor-
shaw left word that YOU might want to
make Il selection, and as We had oi ~
few Of this style let, wat his sug-
ge>tlon-concluGcd 10 submit them to
You for Inspection ut once.
He had opcncd his Sa;chel and taken
ont several sets OF pearl jewc ~ Of a
rather unique design. Mrs. Hor,haw
seemed as:oni,hed.
But | do not care for pearls, she
said. II cannot see why my husband
should have left such directions. A.
,Jaccard's they certainly know my pre-
ference for diamonds
Perhaps there is some mistake"
said he, with Chestcrfieldian bow.
cit is no matter. And Vet these
pearls are really quite the-a-go, as
sure YOU"
"Oh, they Will do-for pearls, 1 sup
pose"
-,Irs. HorShav fingered them care
lessly, then looked fondly Mt her really
fine diamonds. The man adjusted an
eyc-Sla>s and examined them critically.
81 can easily see," he said, CALAMITY,
"why Madam does not care for pearls.
These are indeed perfection. But, if l
mistake not these bracelets nOw-to be
sure That reminds me. Your husband
desired lis to match them with some ear
rings We have in stock"
"Ies-I do need another STYLE of ear
ring. But it was very good OF Mr.. Hor-
shaw to think of that himself"
Mrs. Horshaw looked at the man du-
biously, whereupon. with another bow,
he presented one of Messrs. Jaccard's
business cards.
'I-er-suppose you wish to take one
of these bracelets back"
"With Madam's permission, yes.
For comparison, you know. As it will
take but a short while to match them, |
will leave n set Of the pearls until my
return. Not necessary, of course, this
with fine renunciatory gesture, ''yet
there is no harm, and giving security is
always more busineSs-like.
Such Srandiloquent demeanor was
quite Oyerpowering to Mrs. Horshaw's
still virgin conceptions of eastern polite
requirements. She declined to receive
the pearls, bnt he, having pocketed the
bracelet, would not hear Of it, and de-
parted with final bow and flourish,
leaving her with a titillating sense OF
satisfaction, rs of one before whom the
great of the earth have unbent them
selves.
Two hours later, Mr.. Horshaw. coming
home to lunch, was thanked by his wife
for "being 50 unusually thoughtful.
"Why, L haven't been near Jaccard's,"
said he, when he caught the drift of her
remark.
Mrs. Horshaw felt twinge of alarm;
then she remembered the pearls.