Waterbury evening Democrat., 1895-07-22

gold fiIigree terminated in two enor- mous pearls Something in MT. Marti not's face frightened Miss Newcastle, for she stepped to the portieres and closed them.
 1T am sorry," said he, "to be abrupt with you, but I must ask you for tI4ose jewels-that frog and the others, They are stolen property, as-you know, but if you give them up at once perhaps''-
 Miss Newcastle smiled, showing a set of very pretty white teeth. ''You are mistaken,'' she said, flor they are not stolen, md if you will allow mo to write note and send it away by a mes senger shall soon receive an answer that will convince you" Miss Newcastle seated herself at dainty desk and dashed off note upon the same paper and ill the sano hand which MT. Martinot remembered. "Now," she said, "I will wait up stairs until the answer comes, but you may keep this if you like, tossing tke frog into his hands.
 No sooner had the portiores closed than Mir. Martinot stepped to the deE',z, and picking up the blotter held it i., front of the ovcrhanging mirror. The words were blurred, but discernible: {: "Come. Trouble. Jewels you gave me. The address was plain. Rushing out, MT. Martinot hailed a cab. "Drive to 99S Chapel street, he ordered land 80 if you beat messenger | with five minutes the start. .'' As the cab drew up to tho door a young man disappeared inside. "That is the man want-the young man who | hides when he sees a stranger. " Up stairs ill his room, where the de- | tective ran two steps at time to catch him, crouched the young man, deadly | pale and trembling from head to foot. "I will confess all-all," he gasped as the frog was flashed before his eyes, telling him that his game was up, "all all, if only you will not 1et-let him l know.
 II was in debt, horribly ill debt. I owed for everything and could not get a hard. And then when was being post | ed at my clubs thought suddenly of of fathers jewels, that he has collected for lifetime, and one of which would mean so much for me. I intended to | slip into the upper apartment and take l only one, but I could not find the casket. I had been drinking to nerve myself, and turned on the keys ono after an other, trying to light tho gas. | 'Then went down stairs to look ill fathers rooms, and I awakened him | getting the casket out. /" "And the firo?''
 | The boy ys face grew so ashen that MT. Martinot stopped him, thinking he would faint.
 70 God! o God!" ho moaned. "How can I hope to be forgiven The sound of that awful explosion rings ill my ears night and day. I have hated | those awful jewels. I gave Marie most | e. them. She sent some to a friend to sell for her. There were so many. But I could not touch one. They were blood | covered y
 | The young man S sobs shook tho table upon which he had buried his head.
 "The little flame of gas must have exploded near those open torches, ia ther's great antique lights. And the peo- pie who died! O my God! I heard them shriekI'
 There was q gasping, gurgling sound.
 Harry Williams was choking, but as he was lifted to the window a queer, weird
 laugh broke from his lips, and his eyes shone like a madman' s.
 "Red as he'll" he shouted. "Beauti- fulv'
 Tho case was never brought to trial, for Harry Williams did not regain his reason, and today his father is broken hearted old man in spite of the recovery of nearly all the precious gems, -Au. gusta Prescott ill St. Louis Globe Demo. crat.