The Washington herald. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1906-1939, 1922-03-22
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Victor" she pleaded. Listen to
me, in Heavens name don't you go
back on me-"
What do you meanrshs demand
cd. Did this Bonnicetti-this wop!
Did he go back on your
Angrily she fronted him. Her
voice was cold and cutting as a
blade.
You are-my husband but II does
not dive you the right to insult me.
You were right when you said you
did not need cocktails. fear one
has affected you"
Barstowe -cringed before her look
ana sank into a rose brocade chair
that was the essence of Jeaune's
feminine personality in the room.
When they trst had moved into the
little house he had thought II
rather impossible to get along with
a double bedroom. The twin beds
wit their rose coverings, and the
other pink frilleries that represent
cd Jeanne's taste in the matter had
seemed a bit overdose to him. His
mother had always been austere
In her taste. The decorations in
their home had never been intimate
or Informal as Jeanne so rosily af-
fected in the little house.
In that jealous moment Of doubt.
BarstOwe wondered whether Jeanne
could be the kind of a girl whose
family had not been in-well, taste.
They were from the West, he knew
AS far as Barstowe was concerned,
anything West was sure to be
gauche or gaudy
But Jeanne herself. She was
stately as queen, and in her sup
pressed nervous condition she had
worked into her body a culver Of
quick vibration that brought the
color swiftly to her cheek, and
made her eyes dart electric glances.
I will tell you about the ruby
necklace" she began throbbingly.
"Bonnicetti is" her face blanch-
ed as she thought that even at that
moment, Bonnicetti was-dead
\ second of hesitation had put
her wits into a new groove. He
was dead. Need she tell the truth
after all? Nothing she said could
be denied. Except
She remembered that Mrs. Bar
stowe had said her picture was in
the paper!
''Victorl Bonnicetti IS dead. He
was-he was nothing to me-" She
faltered before she could improy:se
Then where is the necklace? II
was not among the stolen Jewels"
How do you know" Jeanne
grasped.
They had recovered the loot then!
Mrs Barstowe did know that her
pearls were only paste.
HOpelessly Jeanne collapsed on
the he'd.
What was the use?
BarstOwe watched the warm
curves of her young figure as she
lay shaking with sobs. Jeanne was
beautiful enough to have been lured
into any scandal. Italian violinists
were not usually
The red light was again in his
eve Again he demanded:
Jeanne. what is the secret of
the ruby necklace? Where is itr''
ASK your mother" Jeanne re-
torted, and sank into a senseloss
heap on the rose taffeta pillow.
BarstOwe had been mixing cock
tails while his mother was telling
about BOnnicetti. This news that
his mother knew of anything ex-
listing between the Italian and
Jeanne was a shock enough to send
him flying back to the porch. where
Adele and Henry were by this time
circlinE about Mrs. Barstowe, who
was reading from a newspaper.
Here. it is, A picture of the
necklace. and a picture of Jeanne -
Mrs. Victor Barstowe, handsome
society woman whose beauty wins
fortune. Villa in Italy and price
less gems bestowed on woman who
IS daughter Of famous violin:sc>
first love. Strange romance re-
vealcd. etc. etc"
Barstowe read the headlines over
fls mothers shoulder.
There was a picture of Jeanne.
with a cut of the rubiea set ina
palatial house. described as the
villa OF BOnnicetti, and a great
oval center of Bonnicetti himself,
The story was so picturesque. so
associated with riches and fame
and titled friends of Bonnicetti
that even Mrs. Barstowe was
thrilled to see her own son. or
rather the wife OF her son, figuring
in the publicity.