The age-herald., 1898-11-20
WENTWORTH DIAMONDS.
=. By Augusta Prescott.

Everything had gone well with Rose Winkworth's true love until then-so well and smoothly that it's course had been hardly uneven enough to be romantic, and that fact had been the nearest approach to grievance that Rose could claim. But when they-Rose and her mother-returned to town from their vacation in the mount aims her trouble began.
 It began one afternoon when Mrs. Wink worth was looking forward to the first of her dinner parties for that season and had called at the bank for her diamond collar It was to be big enough dinner party to require display of diamonds on the part of the hostess. But, instead of the dia- monds, the clerk to whom the application was made, brought back from the vault a requisition, dated in August, signed Robert B. Winkworth," and endorsed, Received the herein mentioned case of diamonds. J. c. Lowell"
 All this constituted a very disagreeable surprise for Mrs. Winkworth, and for Rose, too.
 ''Who is J. c. Lovell?" Mrs. winkworth demanded indignantly.
 q don't know, ma am," said the clerk. Then he turned to the cashier and said, "Mr. Kitson. do you know aything about this?"
 MT. Kitson came, bowed, smiled, looked at the receipted order and said, 'I re- member quite well-the young man who presented the order was unknown to me. But you see 1t says, the bearer and men, tions no name."
 What did the young man look like?"
 Well, perfectly respectable, I should say. Looked like an office messenger of some kind Oh, expect you'll find that MT. Winkworth has been having your da- monds reset for you, while you were away"
 Mrs. Winkworth expected nothing of the sort. She knew that those diamonds were in no need whatever of resetting. She was not clear as to what was to be done, but she knew that no one had been au- thorized to take possession of those dia- monds in her absence and she did not know J. c. Lowell, and she felt that, on the whole, the proper place to investigate this mystery was her husbands office. So Mrs. Winkworth swept in wrath out of the bank, not even turning to say, Good af- ternoon," and Rose followed her, looking very pale and frightened.
 "Who," said Mrs. Winkworth, as she oc- cupied her husbands office in force, "who is J. c. Lovell?"
 MT. Winkworth looked around from a typewriter letter which he was exam,n- ing for clerical errors and said, What, my dear? Lowell? Let me see. I don't know any Lowell, my dear. Whats the matter?'
 ''The matter is that J. c. Lowell went with an order from you, on the 10th of Au- gust. and got my diamond collar out of the bank'
 "Order from me?" Mr. winkworth shouted, "my dear you must be-
 No, I'm not, Robert'
 Papa, they showed us the order, and 1t has your signature"
 At the bank? Did Kitson see it?'
 MT Kitson was the very one who gave up the diamonds"
 Here was, as MT. Winkworth himself put 1t, a pretty mess indeed. The dia- monds had been stolen very cleverly in time to give the thief two months clear start. The signature on the order MT. Winkworth had to admit, was so exactly like his own that he could not blame the cashier for accepting it. Then came the question: who was the forger? And with that came Roses trouble.
 While they had all three been in consulta- ton at the bank with Mir. Kitson it was ! Rose who had suggested that perhaps the