The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1910-12-04

choiCe SeIectlOn OF WISHES 1Or IHe lu'
ture and everyone and everything in
the slightest degree connected with the
champion of his recent fare,
Sir John stood on the pavement until
The driver was out of sight. and il was
not until then that he noticed diamond
bracelet lying on heap OF dust and
road sweepings at the side of the curb.
That it had fallen softly no doubt ac-
counted for the fact that its fall had
passed unnoticed. The baronet picked
II up, glanced quickly to either side and
seeing that he was quite uuobserved, de-
llherately slipped it into his pocket and
walked on sedately. He could not make
mp his mind what course to pursue. He
had certainly not as yet made up his
mlnd-far from ito appropriate the
bracelet; he might do so: he quite real
iZed that this was possible under his
present circumstances. but he had not
heretofore been guilty OF dishonesty.
While he had no particular scrupleS TO
overcome If lie finally decided 20 pursue
such career-and he had contemplated
it-there remained the question as to
whether 1T was worth while, and grant.
ed so much. was this favorable open.
ing? 1t was chiefly the last considera,
ton upon which he desired TO ponder
and for that purpose he could think of
no better place than his own rooms 1t
seemed to him such an uneXampled piece
Of luck 10 fall 10 him in the midst of
hls present difficulties that the idea of
returning the bracelet and making moth
ing out of his find he az once dismissed
rs entirely out of the question
Having come to that decision, he re-
viewed the courses that iay open to
him. He could wait for reward TO be
ofered-he could advertise his find an
iy- 10 6.
before handing il over. He could, un-
der an alias, open negotiations BIZ let
ter He could pawn 1T; or. he could sell
1t. He took the bracelet from his pock-
ct and examined il under the electric
hght of his rooms. The clasp had brok.
en-, but none OF the stones was missing
and they were all OF exceptional size;
and as he knew. something about da.
monds he felt confident that $1,000 was
not TOO great price to have paid for
such bracelet. Here was not only re
lease from his difficulties, but the
whcrewlthal TO live upon for several
months. and his scrupIes vanished.
But how was he TO dispose of ii?
AS reward for its return he felt
certain that about $1,000 would be the
limit. He must sell il. And vet he
was dlsinclined. But the disinclination
was due 10 no scruple of conscience.
but to his very natural objection to
making victim of an extremely
pretty and charming woman. and one,
moreover, that he had himself be.
trlended. Still. after all. the lady might
not have dropped tit might be only
a coincidence that he had, found it
after his adventure: but his intelIi-
gence refused to accept the suggestion.
Now if only it had belonged to Mrs.
Il }ta
scrupulous Armenian who had llred
him into investing his capital in that
rotten company, and who Though Sir
John was as Yet unaware of it) had
pocketed third of the money as com
mission for the introduction of
the capital; if the bracelet had be.
Ionged TO Mrs. koodoorian he would
cheerfnlly have disposed of it at its
full value and retained the whole Of
the proceeds, and moreover have con-
sldered himself perfectly justified in
so doing.
And then an idea struck him-be
gasped at first, his eyes sparkled, and
ne rose from his chair with deep
.huckie OF amusement to put it into
execution.
Now Mr.. Koodoorian was given to
Boosting that he made money out of
= ~ Ing: y Hiihc hIdug sell BiOTlI}1ug
boasts. this was strictly true-his busi.
ness dealings had been uniformly
profita ble-and it needed some such
comprehensive word as "anything' to
include the many highways and by
ways OF commerce. most of them of "A
shady nature, in which he made the
very large income his wife so assidu.
ousl y spent. He usually described him
self as hnancier; but he was
registered at Somerset House as a
The clock was striking ten the fol
lowing morning when kynnersley
took UP temporary residence at the
Hotel Cecil. He had driven in taxi.
cab with suitcase on top to the hotel.
and registered himself as Mr. Smith OF
Manchester. Most people who stay at
the Cecil are either American mil
Iionaires, or else pretend 10 be. aud
kynnersley, IS he drove there. quiet.
" maturing his plans. chuckled as he
thought over the many novels he had
read IN which the disguise of an Ameri.
can millionaire was adopted, and the
many plots III which the game was
played from the Cecil As "A matter
OF TACT, 1t was a novel he bad re.
Gently been reading that had put into
his head the idea Of using that par
tlcular hotel. But Americans. whether
they are miIlionaires or not, always at.
tract attention, and that was the
very last thing Sir John desired. TAX
ing " all around, he had come TO the