Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-06-25

you? You don't suppose think / was sent
for about man I've never SEEM
ooh, it's all over about me now l told
her. Natalie lost valuable ruby and &C
cused me of taking it. The circumstances
were against me; but after we had telephoned
for you she told me she knew hadn't. | am
no longer suspected.
"And is that alp" asked 10, with that
same unerring penetration.
| shook my head and tried to swallow a
silly lump in my throat. "He loves mel"
"He is Mr. Hazard, of course? Oh
Loulie!" She caught me in her arms and
drew me close, and | cried on her motherly
bosom, while she kissed my hair.
90, it had to happen!" l sobbed. "He's
50 perfectly dear"
@They always are" 10 replied with sigh.
"And you love him. And of course you We
got to break your heart and give him upl'
"What else could do, Jo?" asked. "Why,
l haven't penny; I'm practically servant.
l couldn't do anything else, could II"
"You could, replied 10; @but you won't.
My poor little girl"
After had finished my cry and doctored
my nose, told her all the queer things that
had happened in connection with those lost
Jewels. She had seen Winthrop's part of it
III lllc newspapers even lOIu IleI Vi Illdt
midnight chase when Hap suddenly had
found himself in my bedroom, and what
Natalie had told me of being sure she had
seen the Due d'Aubigny in town. 1t wasn't
violating condolences; for 10 is 10.
She thought it all over, and was sure she
was going to see bully way of connecting
the stray threads of the mystery. She has
such a logical mind! But her question
rather disappointed me- :
is there anyone here | know she asked.
"Not soul, | answered. "There's no
one we ever knew who ever poked his nose in
the presence of anyone who ever poked his
nose in this class, 10. They all are terribly
exclusive and awfully rich. l don't believe
there's anyone here who can think of less
than million, unless it's Mrs. Cutler, and
she isn't poor by any means. OF course
don't count the Duke, for he's Duke; he
has title and prospects.
"Who is Mrs. Cntler?" asked 10.
| brought out my list and showed her the
entries; then | launched into social history.
But 1t was all too much for her at once; she
held up her hand for me to stop
"You're soaring me to DEATH she said.
aWhy, won't have courage to go down.
haven't but two dinner gowns to my name,
and they-great goodness! I'll stay tonight
and go home tomorrow, since you are no
longer suspected"
7 HADN'T thought of her clothes, poor old
: beautiful 10! But she always looked
lovely in anything she put on. | rang for
Cel1e to unpack.
Celie knows beautiful woman when she
sees one, and she never DISCUSSES the fact
that she thinks SO. She hooked 10. into
very simple gown that had never seen be-
fore,-and paused to wonder where she got
it,-then sat back on her heels on the floor
and squealed Frenchily over the effect as if
she was entirely responsible for it.
"Ah, Mademoiselle is most charming,
most beautiful-Oni, oui, OH, OH, ouiI" 10
knew enough French to understand that.
"Mademoiselle has the grand air! Made
moisele is exquisite!"
Mademoiselle undoubtedly was. But
stood by with the most beautiful gown Mrs
Hazard had provided for me hanging upon
my shoulders unlocked and unnoticed.
well, Celie,' l remarked, you might
quit scrambling around on your knees and
give me a little attention. Mademoiselle
isn't going to run away; she is here for a
week"
@Ah, Mademoiselle pardon!" Celie cried.
"Aly sweet, charming Mademoiselle, am
all contrition. But Mademoiselle Ia senr is
most beautiful. am entrance!"