The Camden chronicle. (Camden, Tenn.) 1890-current, 1896-04-10

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engaged our top-story back, Peggy.
says Feathertop, says be. we've got
the humbIiest woman In New York for
our tenant
But Mary Price, II she was neither
young nor beautiful, possessed tho
rare attributes Of aick-nurao-tho
soft step, tho quick perception, tho
noisoless, gliding meyoment-aud be-
fore she had been the guardian genius
Of poor John Judson's room for a
week, tho fever turned and ho began
to grow better.
$50" ho said, suddenly, ono bleak
February afternoon, when Mary Price
had been stitching silently by his
side, 81 shall got we'll
"The doctor says 30. silently as
sented Miss Price.
"Why didn't they let me dio?"
grOanod the poor lapidary. sorewing
up his forehead,
Miss Price looked at him in amaze
ment
Don't you want to liyo2" she said.
"What have got left to live for?"
burst out John Judson. 'T have
neither name nor fame left, and can't
even get the chance to earn my own
living. They believe me to be thief.
AS well die Of fever as die Of starya-
ton"
Miss Price looked gently at him.
"There is no need Of either" said
she. 81 have a few dollars in the
savings bank. You are welcome to
them until you can work and earn
something for yourself"
Judson raised himself on his elbow
and stared at her.
"Why do you give me your hard
earned savings?" said he, bluntly.
because you need them more than
1 do" said Miss Price, sewing away.
Judson uttered low, bitter laugh.
II thought the race of Christians
was extinct" said he. "But 1 be-
lieve there are some left"
After that he recovered rapidly.
But on the day on which he first sat
up there came a laundering knock at
the door, and in walked old Mr.. Gold
love, plump, clean-shay u, and look
ing eminently respectable in his fur
trimmed oyercoat and new kid gloves
Judson started.
"Have you come to arrest me, sir,
said he.
"Not at all, my dear felIow-not at
all, said the old gentleman. "Look
here.
And opening his hand he showed,
snugly reposing in the palm, some
thing small and sparkling, like drop
of blue dew.
cts the Mordaunt sapphire" ex-
claimed the lapidary rather eagerly.
Exactly" said Mr.. Goldilove. at
is the Mordaunt sapphire, and where
do you suppose we found it?"
81 am sure, sir, I do not know, E"
answered Judson, whose fever bright
eyes were still fixed on the glittering
blue jewel, as if he expected to see it
melt away.
"Why," chuckled Mr.. Goldilove,
81 was the thief myself. Ha, ha,
hap
'You, sir ?" asked John.
81 sent this coat to the furrier's, 4"
said Mr.. Goldilove, "to have the trim
ming repaired where it had ripped
away. And the furrler found the sap
phire lodged neatly IN a seam. It
must have chung to the fur some tim Q
when leaned my elbow carelessly on
the table-slipped in at the ripped
place. and tucked itself comfortably
away. And all the time was scold-
ing about you, Judson, and believing
you, in my heart, to be thief, I was
carrying about the missing jewel my
SELF Good faith, my dear fellowk I've
thought since, if the Lord judged us
as hardly as we judge each other, our
chances in the other world would be
mighty slim, Ell? But I'm sorry
sorry from the very bottom of my
heart-and beg your pardon, Jud-
sonl And the old place at the shop
is waiting for you, with little rise in