The Delta independent., 1911-06-16

Maharanee diamond.
Il think we've found them all"
said Sands, rising and emptying his
cupped hand into the miniature noun
tain in Mrs. Missioner's lap.
Sands and Griswold returned to
their chairs. Reluctantly realizing
the thrilling little by-scene was at an
end. the other members of the audi
| ence again focused their attention on
the stage. Mephisto befooled Dame
Martha. Faust won Marguerite, and
the curtain descended on an operate
triumph, only to be raised and low
cred and raised again as boxes. or
chestra and balconies recalled the
singers for their need of praise.
AS they passed, bowing and smiling
before the curtain, a low cry came
from Mrs. Missioner's throat.
"O-o-ooh!" she exclaimed. half
rising in her excitement, the largest
of all is gone! The Maharanee!"
Instantly the turmoil was renewed.
Dorothy sprang to her feet and. be
fore either of the men could antici-
pate her. began pushing the chairs
about until all save Mrs. Missioners
were grouped in corner OF the box.
Then the little debutante. regardless
of her fluffy frock. raked the floor with
her fan. with her free hand. her feet,
in almost hysterical quest OF the sun
missing diamond Griswold. nearly
as excited as the women. recon-
menced his own search.
All the action in Sands leaped to
the fore Stretching long arm across
the bent backs OF Griswold and little
Miss March. he thrust a thumb
against an electric button.
''It can't be in the box he said de-
-isively. and when a hreathless usher
raped on the door. the millionaire
tore 1t open and whispered: Run
down TO the orchestra and look every
where around this box. A diamond
has fallen over the rail"
Dorothy Dorothy. cannot go un-
I'll We fnd it," sobbed Mrs. Mission
er The woman who, with sweep
Of her pen. could summon all the
artists who had sung their souls out
on the stage to sing as soulfully in
her salon, who. with another pen
sweep. could recompense them be-
yond their most arrogant demands.
was in tears because she had lost
diamond
But such a diamond, Its prisoned
fire held the history of an alien race.
After all" said Griswold in a swift
aside to Dorothy. she has recovered
the other gems. and even If she can
not find this one"
Don't you know" returned little
Miss March excitedly. Don't you
really know. Mr.. Griswold?"
Know what, Miss March," asked
the clubman.
Why. the history of that stone,
Don't you know Mrs. Missioner's hus-
band bought II from a Maharanee,
that they brought it all the way from
India? Don't you know it's the finest
diamond In American
Griswold shook his head. He was
pursuing the search perfunctorily. His
hands were busy. but his eyes roved
over the house. Idly he noted the
slowly ebbing interest OF the audi
ence, the departure of hundreds by
twos and threes and larger groups, the
thronging toward the lobby for the
usual visits between the acts. 1t was
with faint interest that he saw sew
eral swarthy faces weaving through
the crowd. Had his eyes been able
to follow those faces. he would have
seen them converse In the corridor
behind he boI-the box in which sat
the Oriental with the face OF a hawk
The hawk watched the Missioner
box. So steadily did he direct his
gaze at Mrs. Missioner that she was
on the point OF avertng her glance
when the strangers nashlight gaze
struck a spark from her memory. She
bowed. coolly. as she began the incli.
nation OF her head. but in the end gra-
ciously. Her dark neighbor was sat
isfied with that dubious encourage
ment
You are fond of your Jewels as
ever, | see" he said. in low tone.
AS of one claiming a share in intimate
memories.
Yes" she answered with an alb
stracted air She was barking back
to days long gone. and evidently the
recollection was not unpleasant
Il cannot blame you." said the Ori-
entail. Every one knows you have
the most wonderful jewels In the
world-one of them. at any rate"
These" returned Mrs Missioner,
are among my very finest diamonds.
But they are nothing to the Mahara.
nee, and that is gone"
leaping fash in tho orientars
eyes soon faded to gleam OF polite
interest.
you are brave" was all he said.
ito wear them in public Many
woman. save in her own ballroom,
would content herself with the dupli-
Gates"
Duplicates" There was unmis-
taxable contempt in Mrs Missiouers