The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1901-03-05
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t The Jewels Of Jane Jardine /
HT-o SELL yourself" cried Marga-

w Of-L1 JOuFseii, Cfitu MAI ga
ret Farrar. a strong ring of in
dignation in her voice. for a handful of
colored stones-Jane, ] can't think il
of you!"
Don't, them" advised Jane, with la
comic impertinence.
ITO think of how hard Stuart has
worked all these years." went on the
elder sister. And now that he writes
he has a good position rs civil engineer
in the COVE, nment service. and is COM
ing home TO CLAIM yon. you decide TO
fling him aside like a-;i--r She fioun-
dered for comparison. Like an old
fashioned hat" she supplemented.
Jane. crouching in supine comfort on
the wide window seat of the bay win
dow in the morning room. lifted her
beautiful brows in apologize remon
STRANGE.
You serious old goosel All the civil
engineering-wh that may be
that poor. dear Stuart will ever do
won't be worth a he end of labor
ious existence fourth of the colored
stones to which you so contemporary
refer"
'And will all the jewels that ever
were dug out of The earth's heart COM
peusate for the loss of the love of a man
like Stuart Cameron"
! Margaret he'd suspended the gleam-
ing needle she had been plying in re-
pair of the sillsen hose of her winsome
and INDECENT 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 ridicu,ously 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 90 years
of love. and praise. and adulation.
For Margaret. letting fall the little
ebony. silver-handled member in its
rosy sheath she was repairing. looked
at her younger sister in reproach and
Indignation. You must never speak
to me like that again, Jane. Never!"
'Why-Margaretl"
Margaret was white as she would be
shrouded.
Never mind why-only don'tl" Then
she rose abruptly, dropping her hose,
silks. darning materials. and hastily
left the room.
The ear-old-thing!"
Jane Farrar clasped her hands over
her head, The folds of her imported
lsimona beloved around her in waves
of gold embroidered azure. Her pretty
face smiled from its tangle of blond
tresses. Her round arms CLEANED like
marble when the loose, wide sleeves OF
the land of the cherry blossoms fell
away, revealing their loneliness.
Mary Burns came in just then-a
rather scrawny Scotch girl. with posi-
bilities of exquisite physical develop
ment.
Were going out to the park, and We
want you and Margaret to come with
us-where is Margie?"
James gentle laugh shook her per
feet shoulders. echo answers, where
she said, sweetly. ''If you viii lool
at that stocking basket you will OBJ
serve that Margie has been here anC
has but lately fled. Mary" curling
around into an attitude of catlik,
comfort, "why do old maids always
darn stockings?''
Because young maids are too selfish
to do that or anything else useful,
replied Mary Burns, tartly.
Jane laughed gleefully. Fancy,
she said, Margaret calling me Il
account-me! She cannot understand
how or why l should let Stuart Cam
eron make personal arrangements il
which l am included But that i
just what he must do. because"
Because of Edward Jardine, Jane !?
Jane meditated. her slim hand
clasned behind her head and her eye
provokingly interpretive.
81 think because of Edward Jar
dimes family jewels" she said slowly
you're not as mercenary as that!