The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1898-10-07

Now, as went home from this in
terview l was, / protest more filed
with regrets that the maharaja h S rubies
could not adorn and be adorned by Syl-
Was neck than with apprehensions as
TO the effect my communication might
have upon my father. Whether Colonel
Merridew had stolen them or not be-
came subordinate question. The great
problem was, Where were they? Why
were they not round Sylvia's neck?
suffered sense of personal loss hardly
less acute than the emotion that had
brought Sir George Marston posthaste'
to the colonel's house 40 years before
| was so engrossed with this aspect of
the case that, as my father and 1 sat,
over our cigarettes after dinner, / ex-
claimed Inadvertently:
How splendidly they'd have suited
her, by Jover'
Whenever anybody in our family
spoke of they" or "them" without
further identification he was under
stood to refer to the maharaiah s rubies
Whom would they have suited?'
dhkeu my IdJn6r.
why, Sylvia Marston, - said.
When you have an awkward disclo-
sure to make, there is nothing like COM
uniting yourself to it at once by an ir-
remediable discretion. 1t blocks the way
back and clears the way forward. My
mention of Sylvia Marston defined the.
position with absolute olearness
whats Sylvia Mansion, 81, ,ra,,giI
asked my father scornfully.
1.-THE whole world and more ~ an
swered fervently.
My father rang the bell for coffee.
When it had been served, he remarked
81 think you had better take a run
on the continent for a few months. Or
what do you say to India? My Uncle
john
Mind you, don't believe he took
them, " l interrupted.
IF you did, l shouldn't be sitting at
the same table with you," observed my
father
But she's the most charming girl L
ever saw, remarked, returning to the
real point
II don't follow the connection Of
your thoughts, " said my father
There are one or two points that de-
serve mention here. The Marston prop
erty was very nice one. Combined
with ours, it would make first class es-
tate. Sir Matthew had no SOD, and Syl-
via was his only daughter. To be per-
sonally opposed in everything by a
neighbor is vexatious. My father was
not really a convinced Home Ruler and
had only appeared ON platforms in that
interest because Sir George was such a
strong Unionist. Finally the duchess
had said that her patience was exhaust
ed with the squabbles Of the Merridews
and the Marstons and that, for her part,
she wouldn't ask either of them. Now,
my father cared as little for a duchess
as any man alive, but the claret at.
Sangblew castle was proverbial.
If, " said my father at the end of a.
long discussion, 1.-THE man Che meant
Sir Matthew Marston) will make an alb
solute and unreserved apology and with.
draw all imputations on Uncle Johns
memory, shall be willing to consider
the matter. "
You might as well, protested.
TASK him to eat the rubies. "
II believe old Sir George did," an
swered my father grimly.
l must pass over the next two or three
months briefly. Thwarted love ran its
usual course. Sylvia (whose interview
with Sir Matthew had been even more
than mine with my IA
ther) peaked and pinned and was sent to,
stay with an aunt at Cheltenham. She.
returned worse than ever | went to,
Paris, where | enjoyed myself very
well, but l came back inconsolable.
Sylvia's health was gravely endangered.
displayed an alarming inability to set
Tie down to anything. We used to meet
every day in highest exultation and part
every day in deepest woe We talked of