The Montgomery advertiser., 1908-10-31

swors to me that this. which he had
 necklace! Carvalho--you know him.
 sold to New York, was ours. He has
 made fool of me. and think shall
 kill him. anyway. sball wiring the truth out of him. though I believe
 is following 1t: for my father is fall. ing--el Condo de Trubia has broken his leg. Oh yes!"--angrily--"you laugh--laugh--laugh admit that we are a superstitious family" T am not laughing at your misfor. tunes. Paul; but at something else. What you sought across the Atlantic
 Is under your very eyes"
 Under my very eyes! For Gods
 sake. explain yourself Ramon!" Now, listeni Last spring the Cas-
 tejars gave q flfttle dinner in Madrid for an English friend--one Mrs Tu|
 dor She was accompanied by e tall Senorita, who was actually wearing the Luck of the Sarazinsr Yes, just think of it--the superb. the celebrated, the sacred necklace, Oh, such . se- cret commotion as 1t createdl But all l the Spanish present agreed to hold their tongues. and not to spread the fact, being afraid of your fathers an- ger and a lawsuit. However. Eima de Varro told my wife--natura1iy, my wife told me. and now. Pablo mic, it | Is my good fortune to tell you" He paused, and studied his companion with complacent eyes.
 Had the young lady who wore the necklace reddish hair?" he asked at | last. "Yes; and they said she was very handsome, but cold and stupid. Also she wore the necklace with absolute | seif-possession i, precisely as if 1t were
 her family jewel and she were born | de Sarazin!'
 Paul sat and stared nxediy at his | friend for some moments. No. Ramon was perfectly serious; at last he ex- I claimed ''Dios. it is impossible" 50 many things seem impossible --and are not. Ask Leonora-she Will I tell you.'
 Then Paul suddenly recalled a scene in the dining room at Las Veraldes. | and how Hester had declared that she. | too, had a necklace which resembled ! one in the picture.
 If this tale is true. Ramon" he said | at last, believe me. am in your debt | till the end of life. And yet had l almost rather lose the necklace than ask a favor from that red-haired girl"
 The Duke de San Telmo was pro- | foundiy relieved to see his eldest son, although he had returned empty-hands | ed, and his own craving for the heir
 loom remained agonized and nndueneh- | able. "Yes, sir" said Paul; you were right-my journey was all in vain. 1 wild goose chase!"
 'T know it. said the Duke. Let
 us talk of something eIse--our heir
 loom Is broken up long ago" "But since I have reached home Q
 clue has been placed in my hands. | "Bah!" exclaimed his father, what
 are clues? Where Is the necklaceT' he demanded with harsh insistence. T have a reason to know, for fact | beyond dispute, that 1t was worn here | in Madrid within the last two months I by young lady"
 1 "Sanctus Diosm calculated the | Duke. rising to his feet.
 "Yes." continued Paul. by. a lady
 who had undoubtedly bought 1t. Mrs. | Tudor and Miss Forde dined at the 1 Castejars, and 1t may seem an unfor- | tunate coincidence, but Miss Forde was
 actually wearing the Luck of the saT-
 azinsl"
 "Wearing the Luck of the Sara | zInsi" screamed the Duke. and his
 eyes famed; "the girl you were to
 marry bios de mi Alma why, this Is
 worse than aiIw
 Certainly It is bad" admitted the
 son; nevertheless, shall start for
 London within the week"
 q wish you joy of your errand, my boy" said his father grimly. The English Senorita will now avenge. not