Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1911-04-14
She Went Straight to the Resm Il
Which Che Kept Her Jewels.

She Went Straight to the Room In
Which Che Kept Her Jewels.
cloak slippiag from her white shsul-
;;Aers, and paused in front Of the safe.
You don't expect to 1tnd your Aia-
snond there7" inquired Griswold amax-
sdly.
perhaps al the other stones arc
paste" che answered. am going to
80 how many have been stolen"
She dropped to her knees before
The steel door Of tho bank-lfke vault
built into the wall. ana turned the
nickel knob to right and left. The
dosr. painted 70 harmonic With the
Rlsnmsh oak Of the wainscot, was
ornamsnsaA With emily the widsw's
crest sileaoo hold To others a. her
Slowed Aness w1irled The little kneA.
Not until . click announced that the
bolts were thrown did Sands speak.
Yen are sure al tho ether stones
are herof' hs asked. picking up Mrs.
Mi6sianers lorgnon bag. into which
She had slipped the recovered gems
On leavlDg her opera box.
sYeo," the widow replied. ''but, Brux-
Ion, the Aaharanee, tho beautiful Ma
haranee diamond! II you could know
how / prize I'll"
Sands, absently counting the lesser
1ewels, did not see the massive safe
aooe swing open. His disciplined mind
va working slowly. steadily. Doro-
NY. her small face cameo clear in the
Intense light Of the mercury. watched
the aiming gems 40 the millionairsS
strong fingers licked them delicatsly
from the silken bag to the table:
Plainly she. too. was cropping for .
slow. Griswol4 alone, therefore, saw
the widows gloved hand tremble n,
swiftly, she turned q smaller knob
controlling tho combination Of tho
eolapartment in which she kept her
3swsls. His eyes eth upon her. he
felt for . cigarette.
The match fell from his fingers %
the inner door opened to his search
Ing glance. LAnces Of many-colofed
Light slashed the comparative gloom
Of the compartment 40 Mrs. Missioner
brought forth tray after tray from the
1ewel vault The steel box IN the cen
ter Of the safe was an AlaAdin's cave
"a miniature. Il held stones Of every
sort IN settings Of every fashion.
ranging from the product Of twentieth
century jewelers. back to the loved
works Of Byzantine artihcers. Little
Miss March gasped again as tho Wild
ON spread the trays on the Persian
rug.
Tho Widows guests saw what few
persons other than Mrs. Missioner had
seen-all the Missioner Jewels 1T once
The gems were the collection OF
lifetime. Missioner, In the intervala
o. amassing, millions, had devoted
himself to gathering them from the
earth'S four corners. It had been
his only hobby. and he had pursued
ltSwith the enthusiasm Of man ia
whom an extra numeral or two on Z
check meant little. -
You have m inventory. Of course?
asked Sands. Even his sturdy indi'
SyiduaiiiUi r:s::4 passing tribute to the
magniacenco Of the collection. He
left the stensseof the necklace, on the
table and strolled over to stare at the
t001eo 00O. 00OISl00s IA0 bSPpAAA So
and tourmalinos and amethysts, above
iii ct the unrivaled group Of diamonds
graded from arsdy's sparkle to the
gioryburst OF radium. Little Miss
4 March, true daughter ef Eve, sank
n The bread rug beside the shining
trays ana gaxed at them IN IN scstasy
o. alteration.
Mrs. Missioner drew from . shelf
/ in the Jewel box . catalogue Of her
treasures. item By itsm she read
from It, the others checking tray BY
nay until the last stone was account
! "a for, the last save the wonderful
naharaneo, diamond.
Tho big stone gone" unused Sands.
sThen, Doris. = a1A there was convic.
hon In his tones. @ he gathered NJ
tie jewels scattered on The table.
stAeso others arc false. too"
~oh. do you think SOP asked Dsro
~. her fingers intsrlacing IN -
e9eGseA hystoria.
'Duro Of q. said Sands, holding
90 e IL suspected gems 70 the
1 MI. I'm not IN. expert. but
~ sltsAtsst 1eptt"