The Bon Homme County independent. [volume] (Tabor, S.D.) 1904-1913, 1910-12-01
/ HE DIAMOND SHIP
MAX PEMBERTON
OF Xavier" Hundred Days" etc
Copyright n. &

smile.
There are just 10 of that particular
shape, McShanus" says he. land she IL
wearing four of them In the pendant
on her neck The heart is rose dia-
mona which once belonged to Princess
Marguerite OF Austria. There is a sweet
little white sapphire in the ring that /
1amcy l remember somewhere. If she
| VIII give me another dance I will tell
you more perhaps"
would you have me think that yon
DIT or a girl Is thief"
On says he, his clear blue ewes full
upon me. does an Irishman ever give
hlnself time to think? Come, McShan-
us, use your wits. If she or her father
knew that the jewels were stolen,
would she be wearing them. i'm n ball
room In London?'
Why. Why, no. she certainly would not"
Shanus. She would wear them for
mere bravado. That's what I've been
teillng myself while danced with her.
II she does not know tho truth. her
father does
What. the military looking gentle
man who so closely resembles my
friend. General Won Moltke?"
! NO other at all. have me doubts
ABOUT him. He knows that his daugh-
ter Is wearing stolen jewels, but he
mas not the smallest idea that I know.
Either that, or he is clever enough to
play Hamlet in a tam-o- shanter. Ex-
cuse my unwonted agitation. McShan-
us. This is really very interesting"
! and he left me.
| Here was Timothy McShanus next
asserting the baked meats to say moth
ing or his convenient corner in the
ounet to go out and stare at a red
| shepherdess with picture books and
maizypop to sell. And what kind of
| fI,nt 4,
nothing out of the ordinary when
viewed from afar-but come a little
closer and you shall see the black est
and the wickedest pair OF eyes that
ever looked out from the face of Venus.
lis no common man / am in my judg-
ment OF the sex; but this l will say
| that when the girl looked at me, she
| found me as red in the face as a SOL
der at court martial. Not tall above
the common: her hair deep chestnut
| running almost to black; her mouth
Just a rosebud between two pretty
cheeks-'there was something Of France
and something Of America helping each
other TO make a wonder Of her. Young
as she was, and l supposed her to be
about Is, her figure would have given
| her five years more according to our
northern ideas: but l, who know Eu-
rope as l know Pail Mall, said: mo.
| she Is IS, McShanus, my boy, and
America has kept that peach blossom
upon her cheeks" Had l been mis-
taken. her voice would have corrected
me- Twas young girls voice when
| she spoke, clear and musical as the
| song of silver bells.
Now. won't you buy novel?" she
said, busting up to me just like a
bunch of roses. Here's Sir Arthur
Hall Riders very latest-an autograph
| copy for one guinea"
ME dear" says 1, '"tis Timothy Nc
Shanus who reads his own novels.
Speak not of his poor rivals"
How strange that don't know your
name" says she perplexed; did they
review your novels in the newspa pers ?"
MY dear" says l, 1.-The newspaper
reviewers couldn't understand 'em. Be
kind to them for It.. Yc can't make o
SILK purse out Of sow's ear any more
than we can make black pearls out Of
lollypops. Could il be- Timothy Nc
Shanus would be driving his own motor
car and not rejuiced TO the back seat
of the omnibus. 'Tis strange world
with more wrong than right in it,"
You like my pearls, then?" she
asked.
wearing them.
Papa bought them in Paris" she ran
on as natural as could be. '"They's not
black, you know. but bronze. I don't
care bit about them myself. I like
things that sparkle"
Like your eyes," cried I. searching
for the truth in them. For sure. I
could have laughed aloud just at my
friend Fabos' tale Of her; "like your
eyes when you were dancing a while
back with doctor Of my acquaint-
ance."
She flushed hairs breadth and
turned her head away.
"Oh, DR.. Fabos, do you know him,
then?"
I'VE have been as brothers for q
matter of 10 short years"
rs he killing people in London, did
you say"
mo such honorable employment.
He's just a fine, honest, independent
gentleman. Ye've nothing much rich
err in America, maybe. The man who
says a word against him has got to
answer Timothy McShanus. Let him
make peace with heavsn before he
does So"
She turned an arch gaze upon me,
half laughing at my words.
II believe he sent you here to saw
so.' cried she.
Indeed an he did" says 1: hes
a