Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1906-11-28
bys ." spddsn fear. she Sprang out OF
bed and ran to the dressing table.

Dys ." spdden fear. she Sprang out OF
bed and ran to the dressing table.
y ny sapphire bracelet,'. she, cried.
THAT girl came SO late last night that
had to hurry to dress and forgot half
my things. I know left the bracelet
here. but l supposed you had put it
away. Did you, Norah; did your"
Norah gave gasp. The sapphire
bracelet Is it9 Sure, didn't see ie."
What's the rowT ~ inquirei Beres-
ford. appearing at tho door OF his
dressing room. His wife flung herself
at him.
"fhe cook-the cook Is gone!" she
painted. "And my sapphire braceleti
And here's a letter from Mrs. Lewis
saying that tho girl came back to the
|, office last night and said she couldn't
find you. Who-who did you bring out
then?"
"Oh, my soull" murmured Beresfori.
With swift recollection Of the big
wohan Never mind, puss; I'll find
IL for YOU"
Find itr walled Mrs. Beresford.
my lovely sapphire bracelet! Your
wedding present to mel Oh, Harry"
reproachfully, how could you bring
such a person into the houser'
"Well. like thatr' exclaimed Beres-
ford. "How was to known
Tou--you ought to have,- wept his
wife. And that was her last word.
He should have known.
The bracelet very handsome one,
was Of rather IN uncommon pattern,
and Beresford had no doubt of being
abie.to trace It. yet his effort met with
no success. And then one morning
Mrs. ,Beresford. languidly opening a let
ter poStnarked Boston, uttered little
shrek
Listen. oh. listen" she cried. "It's
from the cook! Listen!"
Dear Madam-I cannot hope for your
forgiveness, and yet I think IL you knew
the whole story you might be a little bit
sorry for me- am widow with two
children to support, one OF whom has been
Ill for long. long time, And illnesses
are terribly expensive. All own in the
world ia q small property that my hus-
band left heavily mortgaged. and the
mortgage was coming due. AS stood in
the station that day. having come to New.
York in the vain hope Of finding some one
to help me. was half mad with fear and
anxiety. How was to meet tho mort
gnBe! What was to become OF my chill
drcnr And then your husband spoke 20
me- Can you utterly condemn me that I
caught at tho chance: I was deeperpte.
came You know the rest I can cook.
did my best with tho dinne,. And then,
pleading siclSness-and God knows that
was not entirely untrue, think must
have been crnzy-I got upstairs. and when
your maid went to flll the hot water bag
It was easy enough TO seize tho bracelet
on tho dressing table II seemed as
though Il had been left there for me.
And II saved us But heCe Is tho pawn
ticket, and II work my fngers to the
bone you shall have tho money too, Try
TO pity me- MARY MATHEWSON.
Mrs. Beresfords whose sweet voice
was by this time shaking suspiciously,
laid down the letter.
"Oh. poor thing!" she cried. What
did I tell you7 felt somehow all the
time that she was all right"
"Oh, did your calculated her hus-
band In some indignation. well, you
took queer way Of showing It"
But Mrs Beresford, reminiscent
look creeping into her face. heaved
regretful sigh.
"Yes," she murmured yearningly.
'she certainly was good cook"