The Marion daily mirror. (Marion, Ohio) 1892-1912, 1912-01-13
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Grlswold and Sands renewed their
search, peering into the remotest cor
ners, pushing chairs about, looking,
reaching. gasping with the zeal of
Klondikers, urged again and again
by the owner of the Jewels.
The glittering horseshoe of the Met
ropolitan deserves its name. The
Kafirs of Kimberly, the pearl.divers
of Polynesia. the gold-seekers of the
Klondike, the diggers into earth's Sc
crets the world over toll ceaselessly
to maintain the brilliance of that big
jewel show They send their dia-
monds and rubies and emeralds and
sapphires, their pearls and opals and
gold. to CLEAN on the heads and
breasts and gowns of women whom
the industry of one generation or the
stock-market luck of another. has
crowned with riches. A night at the
opera is a parade of the wonders
gems can work and Of that which, too
often, gems can buy.
In all that electric sparkle, no
gems outshone the Missioner jewels,
Of which the necklace Mrs. Missioner
wore that night was the masterpiece,
For In its center blazed the famous
Maharanee diamond.
II 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, bowling 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 still
missing diamond. Grlswold, nearly
as excited as the women, recon
menced his own search.
All the action in Sands leaped tc
the fore. Stretching a long arm across
the bent backs of Griswold and little
Miss March, he thrust a thumt
against an electric button.
1T can't be in the box" he said de
cisively, and when a breathless ushei
raped on the door, the millionaire
tore 1t open and whispered: "Rur
down to the orchestra and look every
where around this box A diamond
has fallen over the rail"
Dorothy Dorothy, cannot go ur
| I'll we find IL" sobbed Mrs. Mission
er. The woman who. with a sweel
of her pen, could summon all tn,
artists who had sung their souls ou
on the stage to sing as soulfully IL
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! It's prisone
FIRE held the history of an alien race
After ALL said Griswold in a swift
aside TO Dorothy, "she has recovere
the other gems. and even II she car
not find this one"
Don't you know?" returned littl
Miss March excitedly. Don't yo
really know, Mr. Griswold"
Know what, Miss March?" aske
the clubman.
Why. the history of that stone
Don't you know Mrs. Missioners hui
band bought IL from a Maharane'
that they brought 1t all the way froI
India? Don't you know it's the fines
diamond in American"
Griswold shook his head. He wa
pursuing the search perfunctorily. Hi
hands were busy, but his eyes rove
over the house. Idly he noted th
slowly ebbing interest of the aud
ence, the departure of hundreds b
twos and threes and larger ,Grnupa II