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The Stolen Diamonds. Mrs. Weslerveldi's Loss and the Strange Circumstances of ft. The two Westerveldts could hardly be said to get on together fought on together is a a more correct word. yhe had all the money, and he didn't even give her quid pro quo in love. She was past her first youth, well into her second, in fact, when he proposed to her. She was a widow, and she gave both love aud money, till he spent the latter and half killed, the former. I was stopping down at Twivel one summer and the house was pretty full. There was no one I particularly fancied among the guests, so I kept my attention to my hostess, whom I coald see was suffering a good deal of mental worry; besides, I really think that the cash had begun to run short. She said to me once—awfully bitterly, Give a man short measure,' Fred—do you know what I mean ? Always give him light weight —if he bestows fourteen ounces avoir- dupois of love on you, give him only twelve ounces, it will keep him hanging on for the other two." J guessed at what she meant, and she re- gretted not having acted on that principle herself. They were giving a big dinner on the 16th, and about three-quarters of an hour before anyone had turned up, Mr. and Mrs. Wester- veldt came into the drawing-room where we were all chatting. Mrs, Weater veldt said, in an awfully agitated way: Do you know that all my diamonds have been stolen ?" Mr. Westerreldt broke in eignincantlY with We will not call them 'stolen' till we've found out more about the case." She bad been pale enough to begin with, but she became livid at the implied insult. Ladies' diamonds," he went on with a sneer, If get lost in the most extraordinary way sometimes, and are found, too, in remark- able fashions as well, when the husband makes a fuss over it." I It was infernally mean of him, considering he hadn't bought his wife's jewels,and as the loss was all hers. It was a shame to behave like a hound to her before all her guests. Mrs. Westerveldt's neck looked bare and rather unlovely that night. She had intended wearing her diamonds and nothing would induce her to wear a substitute. Next day came down a detective, and there was an awful shindy. All the servants' boxes routed out, all the maids wearing an air of innocence an inch deep on their faces and tossing their hands at the sacrilege, and the butler getting drunk-over it to celebrate the event, and Mr. Westerveldt scowling till he looked like an ugly chimpanzee, and Mrs. "Westerveldt ageing twenty years through it all, and miserable into the bargain; One day Mrs. Westerveldt came to me with a telegraph form in her hand. Fred, I want you to do something for me. I would have aaked my husband if he weren't .away in town. I don't believe that the detective we've got at present is any good. Do you ? He wears whiskers, and his hair's auch a horrid colour, isn't it ? [ want you to take this yourself to the post-office. I don't think that Mr. Westerveidt can have stated the gravity of tbe case when he telegraphed for the first man; and so I am sending off to Scotland Yard for another, in the hopes that he will be more successful. There is so n>acb at stake. Fred "-her voice quavered a bit— my husband thinks that I know something about the diamonds," she went on in a whisper. It's so hard and she beat her hand on the table in a frenzied sort of way. "I love him so,' she said, though I could hear, her voice had all gone. So off I went. Mr. Westerveldt was away two or three days. In the meantime a new man came down. Nothing whitey-brown about him, I can tell you, and his hair waa the right colour, too. The only thing that [ didn't like about him was his way of popping around corners and into rooms. I used to change all sorts of colours, and I bet you anything you like he rather sniffed a full-blown borglar in Die. I believe he would have driven me into it if it had gone on much longer. Then he, too, passed away—and peace reigned in his stead.; One day 1 fell asleep in the library, and when I awoke it was pitch dark except for the fire smouldering away in the grate, and what woke me was the entrance of Mr. and Mrs. Westerfeldt. He had just come back from town, and she was hanging about him, and he seemed a shade kinder to her. You should have seen her she seemed to expand under it and look twenty shades handsomer and younger. Presently she said Oh, Henry, dear, do you know I was not satisfied with that first detective you sent for and so I wrote down for another, and he came here two days ago, and I told him every" I He sprang up with a sudden yell. You sent for a detective from Scotland "X ard ?" Why, yes—what's wrong ?" "1 y°u Save him all the particulars, you fool. You gave bim all the information you knew He laid his hand down with a clap on her shoulder-it made her jump. She nodded her head. You fool, do you know what you've done, with your meddling ?" And he lowered his face till it was on a level with her's. "You've only set all Scotland -yard at my heels." Then he turned away with a dash of fury. She sprang up. "My God! Henry, what do you—what do you mean ?" and she followed him to the chair on which be had fallen, his head in his hands. Oh you may as well know," he answered, in quick, furious tones. You have ruined me, if thats a pleasure to think of. There 1 took your —— jewels. Oh, for God's sake, now don t go fainting all over the place i She had only staggered a bit aud clutched at the back of a chair. u J-°UT>to°,k my diamonds Oh. darling, what for • her face all drawn and grey. "I would have given you all I had." I meant to get paste put in vou would Dever have known," he answered with brutal indifference, and ignoring her last words. She sat down and clasped her hands on bis knees. 1 But if the first detective knew, why should you mind the second one knowing as well ?" The first detective ? He wasn't a detective at all. You don t suppose I was such a fool as to invite Scotland Yard's inspection, I < jost sent for a man whom I knew would do the work for me. There Do you understand at last She turned and gave him such a look I don t know how he felt, as ,t was intended for him but I know how 1 felt—confound this smoke, it's all in my eyes—in all my life, I never saw a face so changed and trans- figured by love, suoh pathetic tenderness. .1 will save you, Henry, indeed I will, if I die for it—you believe me, dear ?" she said. That night after dinner (there's no good telling you bow the couple looked, I wonder no one noticed it', Mrs. Westerveldt kept jumping at every sound and great purple rings had started around her eyes. She sent off a wire to say that she wished all pro- ceedings stopped, as she had resigned herself to the loss of her jewels, ijut it waa too late —there were three man standing outside the drawing-room door. I happened to catoh a glimpse of them, and I smelt a rat. I told her, and she whispered to her husband—upon my soul, I was sorry for her. He left the room by the conserva- tory. Then shs went to the door and passed into the hall. I don't know what she told the men, but I didn't see them a quarer of an hour later, though 1 fancy two were lingering about the place. She came back to say good-night to us. H J behove I am behaving rather erratically to-nigbt, she explained, with a faint smile on "iier lips and an imploring mist in her eyes, neh » worn look on her face; but I am so dreadfully weary—I mean tired—I'm going to take chloral, so I hope to get a gooc! wight's re«t. Have you everything you waat ? wight's rect. Have you everything you want ? That's right. Good night everybody, good night!" Well, she needed a good night's rest, and she got it, poor soul, for the next morning her maid found her sleeping heavily, and she let her sleep on and then, an she didn't rouse up, the woman got soared. Westerveldt wasn't to be found, and so we took it upon us to send for the doctor, but it wasn't a bit of good. She slept away her last breath a little before luncheon time, and there was an open letter on the table. What do you suppose she'd written ? That she had done away with the jewels herself.— Waverlev Magazine.

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