The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1905-04-26
AN HONEST HOUSEMAID.
BY THEODORE DAZZLE.

3Y THEODORE DAZZLE.

| IL dDOut! ne asked.
The jeweler laughed.
Il don't exactly understand, sir"
mo, guess you won't. I've lost
four bout this size an quality in six
months, an Pm beginnin' ter think
they kin jump. l amt got the mem'ry
had. winds EN- up carefully, and
then slips 'em off the swivel an uses
'em fl letter weight, an then goes
out an does a deal with Jabe Skew or
somebody, an when l cum back l
ag'in or swopped it fer bale of cotton,
don't know whether I've picked 1t up
or Civ it in change fer a ten-dolar
bill. l figure you don't sell anchors,
do you? No, l guessed you wouldn't
Good-dayp
| When he and Sabina had reached the
street he turned back into the shop.
Say, Mr.. Jeweler," he said, 81 don't
happen ter hav TUX too little discount
fer cash off thet thar bill, do II"
mo, sir" was the reply. "Your men,
ory seems excellent in that way"
THANK you! I'm glad I've kip all
right up to now"
| They came back laden with as many
parcels as they could conveniently
carry, and several were delivered after
| they arrived at the hotel. The follow
ing day he sat in the room, examining
the jewelry and some of the other par
cells, while Sabina was out buying pic
| ture post cards. 1t was cold, and he
had ordered fire, by which he sat
while he looked at the heap Of pur-
| chases on his knees. Suddenly he was
moved to put some more coal on the
fire. He rose from his chair, laid the
jewelry on the floor, scooped out the
coal from the scuttle, threw it on the
fire, and then shoveled up the jewelry
and deposited it among the coal Then
he set out to find Sabina in the Strand,
but turned into the Charing Cross rail-
way station, booked to Paris and board
ed the Dover train within two minutes
of its departure. All the rest of that
day and night Sabina wept copiously,
and next morning she was just going
out to inform the police that her mil
licnaire father was missing, when
telegram arrived from Paris.
Just remembered l am in Paris,
Hotel Londres," it said. "Come at
once. EBENEZER."
Sabina placed everything she could
find in her trunks, too troubled and
alarmed to examine what went in and
what was left out, locked them, paid
the bill, and posted to Paris.
Half an hour afterward Arabella, the
chambermaid, was busy in the for
saken rooms.
Them there Americans do fly OFF,
she said, as she cleaned up the fire.
place. In due course she looked at the
coal scuttle, and saw number of small
packages and boxes. When she opened
them, with wide-staring eyes, you could
have knocked her down with her
duster. Nobody being in the room to
do anything Of the sort, she sat on the
hearthrug and counted one beautiful
gold chronometer, two diamond brace
lets, six jeweled rings of various sorts,
one diamond pendant necklet, four
pairs Of jeweled earrings, six wondrous
brooches, one pair of jeweed opera
glasses, and sundry smaller articles
too numerous to mention.
"They would set me up for llfe!
exclaimed Arabella, her eyes glitter
ing back at the diamonds. "It's about
the valuablest coal scuttle I've ever
seen."
Being an honest girl, she took the
jewelry to the hotel manager and told
her story.
The manager, generally a quiet man,
who thought he had long ago ceased to
be surprised at anything, gave a long,
low whistle.
mot less than FIVE thousand pounds
worth! Thank you! They will come
back for these, and you shall be re-
warded," he said.
The manager was prescient. A few
hours later he received telegram:
Parcels left on hatrack important.
Hold till our return.
"EBENEZER MORGAN"
"Hatrackp' exclaimed the manager,
laughing till his sides shook.
Half an hour afterward came another
telegram:
"Father doubtful. If not on hatrack,
try coal scuttle.
"SABINA MORGAN"
"She's hit itr' said the manager, who
was still chuckling.
y
$50 you're the gal that found the
jew'lry,' said Ebenezer, who had re-
turned to the Elysium. "Consarn me!
1 calclate y putty considerable honest.
What's y name?"
"Arabella Jenkins, SIR"
"Waal, Priscilla"
"Arabella, father" corrected Sabina,
smiling her apologies at the girl
Pardon me, Rebecca; / never war
no guns on names. Now, LUX we're.
We live in Chicago, me an my daugh-
ter, an you kin bet Chicago is tn great