The independent-reporter. [volume] (Skowhegan, Me.) 1909-1955, 1911-11-02
"yankeel These parts!" scoffed bis

"Yankeei These partsl" scoffed his
aunt.
That's what amir maintained Mr..
Clayton emphatically. I'm the most
dyed IN the wool Yankee that ever
ever
Manufactured a wooden nutmeg"
finished Mr.. Hanford quietly.
go on with the story, Miss Trayle,"
urged Miss Gray impatiently. We've
interrupted you times enough. Arthur,
keep stillv'
well, l scrubbed the bracelet clean
outside and inside and wore 1t the next
day when l went ashore We had
been spending the morning In the Su-
lehman mosque and were standing on
the steps waiting for our carriage to
convey us to the hotel for luncheon
when father suddenly saw Mr.. Jusser-
men, the raisin exporter, and dashed
down the steps to intercept him, leav-
ing me alone.
Then from the shadow Of the tall
columns beside which was standing
] there emerged the tall, lean form of
a man clad In spotless white, with a
fez on the back of his dark head. He
was man OF middle age, l should
think, and his hair was iron gray, and
there was the saddest expression In
his black eyes.
without speaking word he stretch
ed out one lean brown finger and
touched the bracelet on my wrist. At
the same time he raised his eyebrows
inquiringly. Well, must confess there
were so much dignity and command In
his manner that found myself taking
refuge In French and explaining vol
ubly how came by the bracelet.
He listened closely and when l
had finished held out his hand with
another commanding gesture, but still
he did not utter a sound" Madeline
paused and, taking the bracelet from
her fathers hand, slipped 1t over her
own round wrist.
Alexander FELTON, was watching her
with lovers delight in her beauty
and charm. They had just become en-
gagged, these two, and the mystic car
pet that FELTON, had brought out of the
wilds had witnessed their betrothal.
The others in the little party had been
quietly informed of the delightful Sc
cret by Madeline's father, and as the
beautiful girl had become a fayorite
among them ever since the big ship
had sailed from New York six weeks
before they rejoioed In her happiness
and that Of the man who had wooed
her faithfully.
Madeline exchanged swift glance
with her lover, and then her eyes drop.
ped to the flligree bracelet shimmerfng
on her arm.
"what did you do, Miss Trayle2 Did
you give him the bracelet" asked Mrs.
Hanford.
Yes, Of course l did. Who could
have resisted the commanding gesture
of his hand and the authority In his
eyes2 l didn't dare do anything else
l simply removed the bracelet and
gave 1t to him.
HE snatched 1t eagerly, pressed 1t
to his lips and then examined the deli
cate work, noddlng his head affirma-
lively as he seemed to recognize ev-
cry tracery of leaf and blossom and
twig. Then he looked within the brace
let, and all the light seemed to die out
of his countenance Before that 1t
looked glowing, as IL a candle had been
lighted inside, If you know what
mean. He suddenly looked old and
worn and very contemptuous as he
dropped the bracelet back In my hand.
Then only did he speak. and, to my
surprise, he spoke in English.
at is the wrong one, madam he
said. 4 crave thousand pardons.
"'You have lost one IKE itY I asked
him.
"My daughter wore it the day she
disappeared. l have never seen her
since, he muttered, and, with a deep
bow, he disappeared just as father
came back.
1--WE talked it over that evening, and
| told father how closely the man had
examined the flligree bracelet and ap-
peared to recognize that 1t was not
| the one he sought. SO father produced
Ills uihB III ' lhb Sidoot ohN w. ~
searched the inside of the bracelet.
Hidden away on an obscure wiry twig
were tiny letters, enlightening us as
to the reason for his contempt for my
bauble.
at read Made In Germany and
pouf went all the pretty story of the
sultan's favorite."
1.-THE sultan's favorite may have
been the daughter OF your dark eyed
stranger" remarked Miss Gray
thoughtfully.
And your friends bracelet might
be the genuine article added Arthur
Clayton as they all arose and pre-
pared to go below.
81 shall write to Emily Drake any
way and ten her to look inside her
bracelet for any indications that hers
Is the genuine filigree bracelet" de
clared Madeline, accepting Alexander
Felton's hand to assist her from her
seat on the carpet.
One by one the others bade good
night and strolled away until at last
there remained only Madeline and her
father and Alexander FELTON,. Pro
fessor Trayle got up to go and, pass
Ing. leaned over and kissed his daugh
ter's check
e,>tto tbo foot that v-O,,r On