The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1906-12-13

iy matters IL you say so, but know
a pure, true woman when l see her
And I'll find Marguerite,"
He began his search at once, Louis
Duval sometimes aiding him, and
oftener. as time went by, trying to
dissuade him. N nr
1t was two years after Marguerite's
disappearance, and during that time
Basil Deane had become a popular
artist. His pictures were no longer
hung in obscure corners at the exhi-
billions, but we're the centre of ad-
miring crowds. One evening, while
waiting with Louis, he stepped into a
goldsmith's shop upon some trifling
errand. A shabby, foreign-looking
man stood by the counter. but II
monsieur would be good enough to
look at this" said the man, with
French accent. and directly a lucid
point shone out.
Bas,rs hand frightened over his
friends arm.
THAT is the jewel told you of. !
know its setting" he said, in an ex'
cited whisper.
Where did you get this?" de.
manded the goldsmith, looking at
him with suspicion.
"It is a family Jewell" returned
the man, hurriedly, but. as II
alarmed, the man began to put the
trinket up. "If monsieur does not
4 a1 hn \,
said, and went out. Our two friends
silently followed. and at last came tc
a narrow alley. Before tall, shabby
house the man stopped. A hand was
laid upon his shoulder.
You are to explain how that jewel
came into your possession" said
Basil, with resolution. Monsieur
the brooch is my wife's," said the
man.
"Indeedl We will go in then and
inquire of her." And Basil put his
hand upon the bell-pull.
For heavens sake, gentlemen
don't do that" said the man, in fear.
Pauline will be angry"
Basil's heart leaped. For a mo
ment he was incapable of speech. The
shabby man opened the door and ran
up long fight. In a moment Basi,
Deane and Louis Duval followed. A
shrek burst from Paullne's lips, and
then she sank down in a corner
Somebody came forward.
"Monsieur!"
"Marguerite!"
The name was q glad cry, and his
arms were open to receive her.
Marguerite's cheeks flushed. She
looked in wonder from one to the
other, her color visibly rising under
Louis eager gaze. And he seemed
unable to remove his eyes from her.
who are you? What do you
want?" said Pauline, her eyes gleam-
ing maliciously.
Gently, madame. you know that
hut for one or two things you would
be in the galleys at Toulon," said
Duval.
"'Tis liel You don't know any
thing about it," she cried.
"Then I must recall few passages
and ! do it as much for the sake of
that girl as for yours" said Louis.
you know that when you were my
mothers bonne, in the confusion OF
| her illness you stole her diamonds
and had paste substituted for them
1t was the brooch which was my
fathers wedding present to her that
betrayed you at last"
Pauline dropped her face in her
hands.
| And then, when my father mar
ried again, he retained you because
of your supposed kindness to my
mother. And when my grandfather
angry at this second match, and de.
spising Marguerite's mother--peas.
ant-born, but noble-hearted-let you
see his hate, you famed it with lies
and when at last the poor young
creature died in my fathers absence
you were ready, for money, to stea
Marguerite. Now go and get my dia
monds!"
| She obeyed humbly, bringing them
from dingy closet, where they lay
in rough box beneath pile of rub
bish. Louis took the lucid gems ou
of their rough casket. Their splen
dor illumined the room.
Here, Marguerite, little sister,"
He hung them upon her soft
brown curls, dropped them in shining
links around her white throat anC
fastened them to the dainty wrists
She stood there between her brothel
and her lover, adorned like queen
and happier In her simple woman
hood than any queen of them ALL
Amanda M. Hale.