The Rice belt journal. (Welsh, Calcasieu Parish, La.) 1900-19??, 1905-04-21

The jeweler laughed.
Il don't exactly understand. sir
mo, ! guess you won't. I've lost
louf bout this size an quality in six
months, an I'm beginnin' ter think
they Kin jump. | amt got the mem'ry
l mad. / winds EN- up carefully, and
then slips 'em off the swivel an uses
'em f'r a letter weight an then goes
out an does a deal with Jabe Skew or
somebody, an when l cum back |
aS'in or SWopped it fer bale of cotton,
don't know whether I've picked it up
or Civ it in change fer a ten-dolar
bill. l figure you don't sell anchors,
Go you? No, | guessed you wouldn't.
'GOOd-day.7
When he and Sabina had reached the
street he turned back into the shop.
Say, Mr.. Jeweler," he said, Il don't
happen ter hav Tux too little discount
fer cash off thet thar bill, do Il"
NO, Sir was the reply. Your men,
Dry seems excellent in that way"
Thank You! I'm glad I've kip all |
right up to now
They came back laden with rs 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 a 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, ScOeped 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
lionaire father was missing, when a
telegram arrived from Paris.
Just remembered / am in Paris,
} Hotel LOndres," it said. Come at
5 once. EBENEZER."
. Sabna 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
l., Half an hour afterward Arabella, the
= chambermaid, Was busy in the for
saken rooms.
S Them there Americans do fly off,
+ she said, as she cleaned up the fire
f place. In due course she looked at the
coal scuttle, and SaW.a number of small
packages and boxes. When she opened
II them, with widestaring eyes, you coult
p have knocked her down with hel
buster. Nobody being in the room t.
do anything of the sort, she sat on the
p hearthrug and counted one beautiful
gold chrOnometer, two diamond brace
n lets, six jeweled rings of various sorts
:, one diamond pendant necklet, fou
q nairs of jeweled earrings, six wondrou
brooches, one pair of jeweled oper'
= glasses, and sundry smaller article
III too numerous to mention.
h They would set me up for life!
exclaimed Arabella, her eyes glitter
m ing back at the diamonds. ITS abou
,e the valuabest coal senttle I've eve
seen."
Being an honest girl, she took tn
ut iewelry to the hotel manager and tol
b. her story.
rs The manager, generally a quiet mai
&c who thought he had long ago ceased
or be surprised at anything, gave Ions
IT, low whistle.
ut Not less than FIVE thousand pound
- worth! Thank you! They will com
pd hack for these, and you shall be n
warded,'' he said.
at The manager was president. A fe'
h. hours later he received telegram:
f. parcels left on hatrack importan
OH Hold till our return.
"EBENEZER MORGAN"
to. "Hatrackr' exclaimed the manage
laughing till his sides shook.
II Half an hour afterward came anoth
r." telegram:
nd "Father doubtful. If not on hatrac
in try coal scuttle.
LOT "SABINA MORGAN"
e's "She's hit it, said the manager WI
On, was still chuckling.
ted j.
III. $50 you're the gal that found I
mt iew'lry," said Ebenezer, who had
turned to the Elysium. "Consarn n
in I calc'late y putty considerable hone
ord What's y name"
of "Arabella Jenkins, sir
ALL "Waal, Priscilla"
ats. "Arabella, father" corrected saoll
not, smiling her apologies at the girl.
nea pardon me, Rebecca; never "
her no guns on names. Now, lux We
d a We live in Chicago, me an my dau!