Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-09-16

Jimmy had just declared with her most roguish smile that she would run home and tell her mother all about this sweetest of sweet little places when shout rose from the other side of the street, and that collection of fifteen or twenty boys lscampered away as if mad, shouting in joyous echo of the boy at their head
 "It's to be chicken, heaping plates of ice cream and sponge cake"
 By which token she knew that the ring had been found.
 When they brought this ring to me would not have exchanged places with any man on earth. As Jimmy herself was curious enough to stroll along about this time, I held 1t out where we both could see 1t and draw our conclu- sions.
 It was plain gold circlet set with a Single small ruby It was cut through and twisted out of shape just as had anticipated. How could learn the story of that ring and the possible connection between 1t and MT. Jeffrey's professed jealousy of his wife and the disappointing honeymoon which had followed their marriage2 That this feeling on his part had antedated the ambassadors ball no one could Ques- ton, but that it had started as far back as the wedding day was a new idea to me, and one which suggested many possibilities Could this idea be estab- lished, and if so how? But one avenue e FTsH1 who had been spirited away so curl ously immediately after the wedding, might be able to give us some informa- ton on this interesting point. He had been the medium of the messages which had passed between her ana MT. Jeffrey just prior to the ceremony; afterward he had been seen talking earnestly to that gentleman and later with her. Certainly 1t would add to our understanding of the situation to know what reply she had sent to the peremptory demand made upon her at so critical time-an understanding so desirable that the very prospect of it was almost enough to warrant jour ney to Tampa. Yet, say that the re- suits were disappointing, how much time lost and what sum of money! I felt the need of advice in this crisis, yet hesitated to ask 1t. My cursed pride and my no less cursed Jealousy of Durbin stood very much in my way at this time.
 A week had now passed since the in- quest, and while Miss Futile still re- l mained at liberty 1t was circum- ecribed liberty which must have been very gaIling to one of her temperament and habits. She rode and she walked, l but she entered no house unattended nor was she allowed any communica- ton with MT. Jeffrey. Nevertheless she saw him or at least gave him the opportunity of seeing her. Each day l at 3 o'clock she rode through K street, and the detective who watched MT. Jefsrey's house said that she never l passed 1t without turning her face to the second story window, where he in variably stood. No signs passed be- l tween them-indeed they scarcely nod ded-but her face as she lifted 1t to I meet his eye showed so marked se- 1 renity and was so altogether beautiful l that this same detective had a desire to see if it maintained like character istics when she was not within reach of her brother-in-la Accordingly the next day he delegated his place to am 1 other and took his stand farther down the street. Alas, it was not the same 1 woman's face he saw, but far differ | ent and sadder one She wore that | look of courage and brave hope only in Jeffrey sees Miss Futile from his window