The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1900-08-12
The Jewels of lane Jardine.

comic impertinence.
ITO think how hard Stuart has work
ed all these years. went on the elder
sister. And now that he writes he mas
a good position as civil engineer in the
government service, and is coming HON
10 claim you, you decide to fling him
aside like a-a-" she foundered for
a comparison Like an old-fashi0ned
hat" she supplemented
| Jane, erogching in supine comfort on
the wide window seat OF the bay window
in the morning room, lifted her beautiful
brows in apoiogetic remonstranee>
You serious old goose. All the civil
ngineering-whatever that may be-tflaL
poor, dear Stuart will ever do won't De
worth at the end of a laborious exist
ence fourth OF the colored stones TO
which you so eontemptuously refer"
| And will all the jewe.s that were ever
dug out of the earth's heart compen-
safe for the loss OF the love of a man
like Stuart Cameron"
Margaret held suspended the cleaning
needle she had been plying in repair OF
dolent young sister.
The latter pouted bewitchingly: He
is SO good" she acknowledged with
| just a hint of remorse. But he's too
good for me. I'm afraid I'm essentially
and ridiculously frivolous, Margaret.
Stuart should have fallen in love with
you in the first place" When she had
said this Jane Farrar was more nearly
| dismayed and disconnected than she had
ever been in all her happy twenty years
of love, and praise, and adulation
| For Margaret, letting fall the little
ebony, silver-handled member in it's rosy
| sheath she was repairing, looked at her
younger sister In reproach and indigna-
| tion- You must never speak to me ike
that again, Jane. Never
''Why-Margaretr
| Never mind why-only don't! Then
| she rose abruptly, dropping her hose,
silks, carning materials, and hastily left
the room.
The dear-old-thing!'
Jane Farrar clasped her hands over
/ her head. The folds of her imported
kimona biilowed around her in waves OF
! gold embroidered azure. Her pretty face
smiled from its tangle of blonde tres fs.
Her round arms cleaned like marble
| when the loose, wide sleeves of the land
of the cherry blossom fell away, reveal
ing their loveliness.
Mary Burns came in just then-a rather
scrawny Scotch girl, with possibilities
of exquisite physical development.
Were going out to the park, and we
want you and Margaret TO come with US
where is Margie?"
James gentle laugh shook her perfect
shoulders. Echo answers, where?" she
said, sweetly. If you will look at that
stocking basket you will observe that
Margie has been here and has but lately
fed.
Jane laughed gleefully. Fancy" she
said, Margaret calling me TO account
me! She cannot understand how or way
l should let Stuart Cameron make per
sonal arrangements in which l am not
included. But that is just what he must
do because
Because of Edward Jardine, Jane?"
Il think because of Edward Jardine's
family Jewels she said, slowly.
You're not as mercenary as that!'
Jane made little move. 'Mercenary!
I dislike the word. But the Jardine jew
els would make any woman ayaricious.
You've heard of them, Mary?'
"A lot returned Mary brusquely.
more than 1 shall tell you now
Il must have Them" Jane declared. 81
dream of them. l want to handle them
to wear them. Fancy strings of tur-
quoise blue as a robins egg. Imagine a
necklace of blood-red rubies. Dream of
emeralds greener than the greenest depth
of the ocean, diamonds more brilliant
than
Mary Burns cut short the rush of flu
ent comparisons. Then, you're going
to marry the Jardine jewels, Jane?"
Il really think 1 shall. Why, what is
the matter, Mary?"
For Mary was aughing-laughing an
noyingly and mysteriously. 20, moth
ing!' she said But she kept on laugh
ing off and on all the way home.
So Jane, with a sigh for splendid Stu
art Cameron, married the insignificant
little man Of "cribbed, CANNED and con-
fined" mentality and CT a nature that
was not only shallow but coarse. lie re-
scented her early inquiry about the Jar
dine jewels.
zone would fancy you had only mar
Tied me for those" he said suspiciously.
Il can't produce them for year. There
are certain reasons they must stay
where they are"
1t was Margaret Farror who met Stu
art Cameron when, gay, eager, expect
ant, he stepped from the train.
Janet" He glancsd quickly around.
Margaret WINGED, but she held herself
well in hand
stuart! I must speak with you
AZ don't know how 1 can tell you"
she went on when they were wandering
down a lane profigate in midsummer ef-
fulgence of bloom and beauty. But
Jane is married-married TO Ed Jardine.
He saw the pleasant countryside as one
distorted green blur. The sun was a
prancing ball Of copper
"Margie Is this true? What iafiu-
enced her?''
She was young" the sister said, de-
fensively She loved beautiful things.
She had heard SO much of the Jardine
Jewels
All! he said. A flash of intelligence
irradiated his face. Then she did not
know"
know what?"
Never mind now. Margaret, could
you care for me?"
She was too true a woman TO prevari-
cate. Yes" she said. but you must
know me better
He turned, looked into the grave. gen
tie face, where the unselfish love OF
many years blossomed forth for the first
time.
y must have been blind" he said slow
ly; blind"
He would have taken her in his arms,
but she smiled back in his eyes and
shook her head.
Wait until you are sure you See" she
whispered, olushinz
They had been married more than
year when Jane Jardine swept down on
their pretty home in a whsrlwind o.
FURY
Margaret" she fared ont. the Jar
dine jewels were sold along with the
family plate BY old Scott Ja-dine. Tnosa
IN the local bank are only paste d1pli-
Gates. which Eds father rad made waea
he disposed % the genuine Did you
know about III Mary Burns said she
did" she had 70 pause. 50 arsat hlsss
was shs with rage. Ed Only laughs
lie SAYS # serves me righ'-he says
sham jewels are good enough for ne
he