The Donaldsonville chief. [volume] (Donaldsonville, La.) 1871-current, 1911-11-04

only little Dorothy March as VISA
Wis, and, after an hour or SO spent IN
working out pretty problems with
her youthful protegee, rang for ner
and was whirled away to
dance at the home of one Of her dear
five hundred friends Mrs. Missloners
arrival was an instant triumph, roy
al progress. She laughed and chatted
with men who adored her, and Win
women who would have done the same
II they had not been-Women.
Yet there was a monotony about IL
all to her, for although she was fono
Of society, she had seen the same
faces, heard the same small talk, is
tened to the same music, and danced
the same dances many, many times III
the course of the season. Just Wheh
her vague wish for the unusual was
shaping itself into mater1allzalon Oh
the grisly phantom, boredom, llttle
stir at the entrance to the ballroom
heralded the arrival of man VINO
quickly drove the little drab devil OF
ennui from his perch upon Mrs. MIS-
sioner's satin shoulder.
The newcomer was tall person.,
wearing the ordinary evening AZURE
of gentlemen, with addition, however,
of a snowy turban that crowned MS
long black hair like wreath OF snow
upon darkling mountain side. 1t
needed no second glance to tell Mrs.
Missioner that they had already met.
She knew 1t long before the Swamfs
dark eyes swung their twin search
light glance in her direction. Mrs.
Missioner recognized readily the mys-
FERROUS stranger Of the opera box IL
was the first time she had seen
him since the night in which she dis
covered the falsity of her jewels. For
moment, the sight Of his swart face
and piercing eyes recalled the pang
with which she had learned OF the loss
of the Maharanee diamond. So it was
with a most gracious smile that she
interrupted an introduction by her
hostess and said:
1--WE have met quite recently as
she touched the tips of her white
gloved fingers to those of the ORR
entail She went on: You see | am
more composed than at our last meet
ing; but then, I dare say, you were not
troubled. Jewels, you know, mean SO
much to woman.
Some jewels mean more, Mrs. Mis-
sioner,'' said the Swami suavely.
+horo,,rbl1r ,,r5 orrfo nd tha cpnSa af
lossin fact, the bereavement that
came upon you when you found that
beautiful necklace was not what you
had supposed it to be-"
st rather imagine" Mrs. Missioner
returned, that you are not unfa-
miliar with the fact that it was the
loss of one stone among the many
which really grieved me-"
"You are right, my good friend, =
returned the Swami. Il will not pre-
tend to be ignorant of the value you
attached to the central gem-the Ma
haranee diamond. You are not alone
He checked himself abruptly 1T was
a stone which well might command al
lection from its possessor. Time was
when devotion would have been the
word"
They were strolling across the floor
as they talked, and in a corner dis
tant from the music the widow seated
herself on a Louis Quinze chair and
said. almost coaxingly:
81 feel pretty sure you know more
about the history Of that jewel than
I do"
''Indeed!" was the Swami's only con
cession.
Eyes, indeed and indeed" said the
widow, with a gay little laugh. "Of
course, a sage cannot be expected to
occupy his thoughts with anything SO
frivolous as diamond, however beau.
tiful Yet am convinced that if you
were to unbend from your meditations
of the occult long enough to scan your
memory, you would recall facts In
connection with 1t that would be very
interesting to me-.
MAY I inquire your reason for sc
thinking, dear madam
IL is d reasonable request Oh yOul
part" she replied. II remember my
husband told me the stone had come
from the treasure casket of the most
beautiful queen IN India-is not that
why it Is called the Maharanee dia
monde"
cit would be difficult to explain the
name of every great diamond in Hin
dostan," said the Swami evasively
"Since your husband gave you his
tory Of the stone, surely you cannot
doubt its authenticity.?"
ooh, of course not" said the widow
ct is not in regard to its more recent
history that I am questioning you.
think you know not only all the ira
diuons Ringing upon it, but that you
are also conversant with its journey
ings through your native land before
1t became the possession Of the Ma
haranee from whom my husband
bought TT
Really, Mrs. Missioner replied
| the scholar, Il can imagine nothing