The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1913-02-06

married 4 man like this one. A DOS
sibility occurred to her, and the ghost
OF q smile moderated the interest In
her face. They might be upon the
desert for weeks. Who knew what
might not happen to two such roman
tic simpletons?
The butler and the first man (Who
was also the cook were impeccablO
types Of servants; 20 thought Reyn-
olds. They moved silently and an
ticipated each want Reynolds deter
mined that very afternoon to drop q
line to Jones and compliment him
upon his good taste in the selection
OF his friends. A subsequent press Of
ofice work, however, drove the deter
mination out OF his mind.
The instant his car cay1fed him out
OF sight, strange scene was enacted.
The butler and the first man seized
the Major By the arms, and the three
executed a pas-seul. Mrs. ChedsoyO
eyed these Manifestations Of Joy ston-
lily.
Now then, what's been done?"
asked the Major. pulling down his
cuffs and shaking the wrinkles from
his sleeves.
Half dope!" cried the butler.
Where's that wallsafe?" the Major
wanted to know.
Behind that sketch by Detaille."
And the butler, strange to say, pro-
nounced it Det-i.
Can you open it?"
Tried. but failed. Wallace is the
man for that"
He'll be along in an hour or so."
Where's Ryanne?"
Don't know; don't care" The Ma
jor sketched the predicament Of their
fellow-conspirator.
The butler whistled, but callously.
One more or less didn't matter in such
an enterprise.
When Wallace arrived he applied
his talent and acquired science to the
wall-safe. and finally swung outward
the little steel door. The Major
pushed him aside and thrust aAhand
into the metaled cavity, drawing out
an exquisite Indian casket Of rose
wood and mother-of-pearl. He opened
the lid and dipped hand within. EN-
eralds, deep and light and shaded, cut
and uncut and engraved, nawed and
almost perfect. He raised a handful
and let them tinkle back into the
casket. One hundred in all, beauties,
every one Of them, and many famous.
And while he toyed with them.
pleased as child would have beeH
over handful Of marbles, Mrs. Ched
soye spread out the ancient Yhiordec
in the library. She stood upon tho
central pattern, musing. Her mood
was not one which she had called into
being; not often did she become ret
respective; the past to her was al
ways like q page In book, once I'm.
ished, turned down. Her elbow in
one palm, her chin in the other, she
stared without seeing. 1t was this
house, this home, 1t was each sign OF
riches without luxury or ostentation.
where money expressed itself by tastc
and simplicity; home such as she
had always wanted And Why, with
all her beauty and intellect, why had
she not come into possession? She
knew. Love that gives had never
been hers; hers had been the love
that receives, self-love. She had bar
tered her body once for riches and
had been fooled, and she never could
do it again. And the child
was overfowing with the love that
gives.
The furry of snow outside in the
court she saw not. Her fancy re-
formed the pretty garden at Mentona,
inclosed by pink-washed walls. Many |
a morning from her window she had
watched Fortune among the flowers.
going from one to the other, like a
bee or butterfly. She had watched
her grow, too, with that same detachs
ment machinist feels as he puts to.
gether the invention Of another man
Would she ever see her again? Her |
shoulders moved ever so little. Prob.
ABLY IOt. one udu uluuu6IOO WAAuAJ.
She should have waited, thrown tho
two together, Unanswered. And she
had permitted this adventure to OBJ
sess her! She might have stood with'
In this house by right Of law, mother
hood, marriage. Ryanne was In love
with Fortune. and Jones by this time
might be. The desert was a terribly
onely place.
She wished it might be Jones. And
retrospection died away
rom her gaze and actualities re
,umed their functions. The wish was
1ot without phase Of humor, formed
is it was upon this magic carpet; but
t nowise disturbed the gravity OF her
GRO BE CoNTINUED.)
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