The Birmingham age-herald. [volume] (Birmingham, Ala.) 1902-1950, 1923-01-28

when he took a gem to carry about in
his pocket he made note of it,. know
ing that he was forgetful. There was
no record, no memorandum on the
spindle.
He got up slowly. rummaged a
drawer for the electric torch, and
went over to the safe, which he ex-
plored thoroughly. He searched un-
der and around the safe, under the
desk. Calmly he packed the gems,
restored them to the safe, and went
upstairs to his bedroom.
Because Ellen wanted it so, he al
ways changed for dinner, whether he
was going out or not. He turned in
side out the pockets of his day suit;
nothing there. He searched, the bu-
reau drawers, the various boxes, with
out reward. The gift of the Gaekwer
of Baroda was not to be found.
Simon thought hard and long, but
he could not remember putting that
stone in his pocket. Yet certainly lie
must have done so.
He returned to the study and paced
for awhile. Then he put away the
velours and the torch; and as he did
so an idea came to him. He rum
mayed another drawer and brought
forth a bundle of cards, business ana
social. Finally he selected one and
laid it aside. 1t was yellow with age
around the edges.
Twelve years ago." cambridge
unused William Haggerty. Well. if
it doesn't turn up soon, TIL send for
him.
He lighted a cigar, put on the Bar
carole' record, and sat down before
the photograph. He sat rather close.
He was not yet conscious that he was
growing a little deaf And thus his
wife and son found him upon their
return.
Don't you ever get tired of that
song. Simon?" asked Mrs. cambridge,
smiling.
mo. Ellen. 1t kind of matches up
with good cigar"
well, so long as you enjoy it. Good.
night. We had wonderful meet
ing"
Simon wondered why Ellen never
kissed him good night any more un-
less he asked. Perhaps it was the
scent of tobacco. She detested tobac-
co smoke.
Come on In. Artie, and have
cigar"
Arthur walked over and laid hand
on his fathers shoulder. Simon smiled
up affectionately. You look a biz
peeked. sonny"
Perhaps I'm down to a fine edge
The boy stared at the photograph
without seeing it.
suspense. maybe" suggested the
father. They're pretty slow down
there at Washington"
"Oh, that? The truth is, can't
study all dry and play all night:
can't do two things at once. I be-
lieve I'll cut out the clubs after the
first of the year"
Good idea. At your age I wasn't
lolling in club windows. l was nosing
around all the strange ports of the
world having real adventures"
IT'S wonder you wouldn't open
up once in a while and spin a yarn
Generally there's nobody around 70
listen. Would YOU like to hear some
eagerly. Here would be a chance to
get close to the boy again.
''Of course I would. How about to-
morrow night? You're pretty good
to me. father. Good night"
So Simon cambridge finished his
cigar as he had begun it--alone-and
presently he fell to wondering where
he could have laid the emerald
Arthur went upstairs, but he did
not go TO his own room. He paused
irresolutely before his mothers door.
At length he knocked timidly.
Come in. You. Arthur" Mrs.
cambridge was handsome woman.
white-haired. smooth skinned, full ot
vitality. What do you WANT"
I'm ii trouble,
What Kind: Arthur. what has