The News-Herald. [volume] (Hillsboro, Highland Co., Ohio) 1886-1973, 1890-10-09

IutbCu w OuClc NeHdUle b uIlSeU em0Es
aid. He calls it an archaeological aLi-
ance."
swell. should think it partook some-
what of that nature" said Fritz,
thoughtfully.
"Hc is going up to New York to.mor-
row to lapidaries' convention" said
Verbcna. "And suppose he will bring
Mr.. Twistleton back with him."
"Oh, Fritzl"
Don't be alarmed, hearts dearest"
said Fritz, consolingly, encircling her
waist with his arm. "The only way in
which we can effectually guard against
this complication of ills is ="
"Yes, Fritz"
ITO get married while Mr.. Venable is
gone"
"Oh, Fritz, wouldn't dare openly defy
him like that. He has been very good
to me-" fiuttered Verbena.
"Pll be good to you, too, my darling"
"Nonsense, Fritz! You're spoilng my
hair. Do stop, Fritzp' protested the
girl.
"Then promise me, Verbena."
"No, I'll promise nothing!'
At the lapidaries' convention there
was stormy session that year. Herr
Heidelgrun was there, a snuffy, dried
up old man, of great age and still great
er arrogance, who had apparently come
out of his splder-web in Vienna for the
sole purpose of discomfiting all the
antiquaries of the Western continent.
"De Malmaison emeralt!' said Herr
Heidelgrun. dat ish mistake. Vat
you call one big lie. 1t occupies all your
time to chase desc lie, and den nail him
down. haf the MaImaison emeralt in
mine collection"
"How can that be?" said Mr.. Venable,
choking with rage, while Mr.. Twistle-
ton stood by, ready to espouse his
friends cause, "when here it is-the
very stone itself?"
He opened the velvet case, which con-
tanned the drop of green fire. 1t blinked
at the circle of eager faces above 1t like
q baleful eye.
Herr Heidelgrun laughed shrill
cackle of derision
"Dat de Malmaison emeralt," said he.
"Oh, how easy are some folks hood
winked! A ferry goot imitation, I
grant. Oh, yes, can tell you all about
him. But de genuine Malmaison
emeralt it was sell me in 1850, at
Vienna, by one Captain Giles Ven
able
c'Verbena's father" thought Mr..
Venable, with q start and sinking OF
the hearty
"For de gracious Empress Augusta
who den making de collection for 8
sol. 81
the courts of Europe. l pay Captain
Venable three thousand forms for him
and engage my best workmen to make
him an imitation Malmaison emeralt
which shall deceive de very jewellel
himself. t'ink make my fortune, bu
I am wrong De captain he pockets hi
forms and he rides away. De gracious
Empress she change her mindl She ge
tired of emeralts, and she thinks she vii
hat pearls. But know dere will som
day be market for de Malmaison emeI
alt. keep him. I hat him yet. Her
he Is, and here is de letter from Capital
) Giles venable, which proves his genu
!, ineness. Eh? ARE you to be satisf
: nowP"
And the green blaze Of the real ger
pun tne 8rtAuCAaa 1HlltdCaoH u suame q
once.
. Mr.. Venable came home without wait
. ing for the adjournment of the lap
I daries' convention. He did not brin
? Mr.. Twistleton with him.
: "A man who couldn't even tell bogu
+ stone from a real one," sputtered Ven,
: BILE, "and calls himself Judge of gem,
D Verbena, come herel"
Verbena came accordingly, with th
teapot In one hand and pan Of he
graham mullins, fresh from the oven, /
the other.
= "I've got something to tell you," sal
8 Mr.. Venable.
Q eyes, UNCLE" murmured Verbena, he
little heart giving an ominous thro
under the cluster Of roses she wore.
"The Malmaison emerald is a-hun
a bugr' said Mr. Venable, distinctly.
"Oh, uncleI''
Y "And Caleb Twistle ton is charlata
and an adventurerw
r And he proceeded to impart to hi
niece the whole revelation of HeI
. Heidlegrun.
+ Your father, my DEAR" said he, cha
wrecked the family fortunes and broke
my heart Henceforward win give u
I the study Of gems. I'll donate my Co
d lection, such as it is, to the MiddleviIl
museum. 1t may serve as a nucleus fo
= something greater in time. And I'll d.
t vote myself to roses. They can't I'M
tate flowers! And, Verbena-"
"Yes, uncle"
8 "You may marry young Elcombe
you choose. After this, Twistleto
doesn't deserve wife,"
: "Thank you, UNCLE" said Verbena
murely.-Saturday Night.