The Washington herald. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1906-1939, 1922-03-21

JEANNE tTcmDleQ.
That is, Vera lost her temper
and said a lot of things one could
not possibly believe, and after JEFF
berry, 1t all came so clearly to mel
You've been the victim OF all these
people, all jealous-envious"
She smiled. Mean quality, jeai-
ousyi But my dear" she again
raised her platinum and diamond
lorgnette and surveyed Jeanne In
her simple frock and soft couture
You are beautiful
Thank you" Jeanne muttersd
mechanically.
Adele stuffed her handkerchief
against her mouth to choke a laugh
behind Mrs. Barstowes back.
Jeanne was cold with fear. Some
thing that happened to make her
mother-in-law over from the cold
ogre that she was to this sweet,
hattering personality so strange
and unbelievable!
when you come back to the big
house, I shall arrange to have
Rasko paint a portrait of you.
should like to have you wear that
white brocade-you remember? You
wore 1t at dinner that first night
with the ruby necklace"
"oh yes" Jeanne breathed. The
ruby necklace! That was what she
was hitting for! Somebody had
started more trouble about the
necklace!
Il am not coming back. Mrs. Bar
stowe" Jeanne said rather hurried
~. Victor and I are very happy
here, and we have abandoned So
ciety."
"After-after what's happened?"
what has happened?" Jeanne de-
manded desperately.
''Bonnicettiw
Il don't understand" Jeanne pro-
tested anxiously.
"Cheerio! Here we arei To the
bride and groomr' Barstowe an
nounced, producing a tray OF very
misunderstanding cocktails.
First we've had out here. Does.
not sem to matter whether you
have, them or not. So much air
and so many chores to keep you
bucked up, you know. Don't need
cocktails"
we miss you at home" Mrs.
Barstowe attempted to convey tact
fully.
Miss my mixing. you mean!"
Barstowe laughed.
we miss you and jeanne" she
announced.
You were saying something
about Bonnicetti," Jeanne reminded.
Il suppose the whole town knows
he's dead but you. And the will
All in the papers, the story Of the
ruby necklace, your picture Jeanne
and"
Jeanne gave a cry and ran from
the room.
Bonnicetti dead! The ruby neck
lace! What would happen now?
Barstowe followed Jeanne in
from the porch. She had flung her
self down upon her bed and was
shaking in paroxysms of grief.
The ruby necklacer she kept
repeating. She had not heard her
husbands entry into the room. The
rose velvet carpet of her boudoir
was near enough to hear her moan
The ruby necklacei oh, why, oh,
why didn't I tell hfmi"
Suspicion clutched at the heart Of
Barstowe. Was Jeanne guilty Of
intrigue after all? For a moment
he stood and looked down upon her
adject figure in pity-then anger!
Get up" he commanded sud
denly. Jeanne. once and for all.
tell me what there is between you
and this Bonnicetti fellow? You've
lied enough! I want the truth-do
you understand? The TRUTH"
Her very beauty maddened him
His love for her became a fierce
thing-a Jealous passion.
Selling her by the wrists, he re-
peated his demand.
Tell me, What about this neck
lace?''
Jeanne struggled weakly to free
herself. She wanted to talk-to
confide the whole business. But
her husband was staring at ner
with such bullying eyes, his voice
was so strange and fierce that she
was again sliced with fear and
trembling.
To be Continued Tomorrow.