The San Francisco call., 1904-07-17

A--i1'- AlELts Atlas buDle. MeIIlll q AD-J
you see it's this way: Lord Har-
old Grsy's bankrupt. He's poor
N as-as Nance Olden. Isn't that
1 funny? But he's got the family
jewels All right. to have as long as he
lives. Nary d one can he sell, though,
To- after his death they go TO the next
Ltfd Gray. So he makes 'em make
a living for him. and as they can't so
on and exhibit themselves. Lady Gray
sports iem-and draws down $500 a
week.
Yep-twO hundred.
But DO you know il isn't the 5000 q
week that makes me envy her till I'm
sick. its that rose diamond. If you
could only see il, Mag. you'd sympa-
thize with me. and understand why
my fingers just itched for it the first
night I saw her come on
'l'on nay soul. Mag, the sight OF II
bi4zing on her neck dazzled me so that
l shut out all the staring audience that
-ist night. anG / even forgot to have
5lage fright
What's doped you. Olden?" Ober-
--uLer AZ lzed when the curtain went
-0wn. and we al hurried to the wings.
] was in the black dress with the
GiIe- Dibbed apron. and looked UP at
.n sun dazed by the shine Of that dia-
nd and my longing for it. You'd
ust hau with your own hands for \
aaond like that, Mag.
Dcped? Why-what didn't do?''
skud HIN.
That's just IT," be said, looking at
me curiously. but could feel his dis
rsrf fr1r .lrar in dn
Gnyth.ng-Dot blasted thing more
than you were told to do. The worlds
f1u Of supers ths1 can DC that"
For just minute 1 forgot the dia-
mOnd
--Thenz-it's a mistake2 You were
wrong and-and I can't be an actress?"
He threw back his head before he
answered. putting a mouthful Of smoke
up at the ceiling, az he did the night
he caught ne. The gesture itself
seemed TO remind him Of what had
made him think in the first place he
could make an actress Of me. For he
laughed down at me, aed 1 saw he
remem bered.
Well" he said, wei wait and see.
I was mistaken, though, sure
enough. about 3 e thing that night"
looked CD at him.
You're darn sight prettier than
Z thought you were. The gold brick
you sold me isn't all"
He put. out his hand TO touch my
chin I side-stepped. and he turned
laughing TO the stage.
But he called after me.
rs beauty success going to content
you. Olden2"
Wei. Wen wait and see" drawled
Oh. / was drunk, Mag drunk with
thinking about that diamond I didn't
care even to please Obermuller. L just
wanted the feel Of that diamond in my
hand. 7 wanted it lying on my 5wn
neok-the lovely, cool. shining, rosy
Thing. It's just d tiny pool of water
flushing. It's
How to get II, How to get away with
&, On what we'd get for that diamond,
Tom and'I-when his time is up-could
live for all our lives and whoop it up
besides. We could live in Paris, where
great grafters live and grating pays
where. II you've got wit and fifty thou
sand dollars, and happen TO be darn
sight prettier." you can just spin the
world around your little hngeri
But do you know. even then 1 could
Mt bear to think Of selling the pretty
thing? It hurt me to think of any
body having il but just Nance Olden.
But I hadn't got il yet.
Cray has a dressing room to herself
And on her table-which is a big box,
open end down-just where the three
sided big mirror can multiply the Jewels
and make you want 'em three times as
bad. her big russia-leather, silver
mounted box lies open, while she's
dressing and undressing. Other times
it's locked tight. and his Lnrdship him
self has # tight IN his own right hand.
or his Lordship's man. Tophann. has it
Just as tight.
How 70 get that diamond! There was
a hard nut FOR Nance ,Olden's sharp
teeth to crack I only wanted that
never say I'm greedy, Aag-Gray could
keen all the rest OF the thfngs-fhe a
pigeon in rubies and pearls. the tiara
81 in diamonds, the chain Of pearls.
and the blazing rings. and the waist
trimming all Of emeralds and diamond
stars. But that diamond. that huge
rose diamond. I couldn't, I Just could
ut let her have IL.
And yet ] didn't know the first stem
70 take toward getting it, till Bervi
r Blackburn helped me out She's one
OF the Charities, like me-a tail
blcached blonde with pretty. pale
face and gold-gray eyes. And, if you'd
believe her. there's not man. in the