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Show eSsWiaeasaseae j ! ANOTHER JEWEL ROBBERYBUT JACKSON WASN'T ALARMED ably what happened. Before you bare her put In jail, though, you might take another look under your pillow, or it may be stuck back In one of the corners of your desk, or under one of the rugs.'' "How many times," the lady retorted, becoming- hysterical, "must I tell you that I've looked everywhere, and that I left it on the dresser half an hour ago? Do you know what we've lost? I couldn't replace those rings and thing for 1500, andv besides the check, I had J1.40 In money." ''I'd hate to lose the money. The check's no good, If you haven't Indorsed It, and I've told you neve to do that till you go to the bank." "But my rings and my sunburst! Ob, heavens And they say there's always sure to be a death when you lose your wedding- rtntr. Willie please for the love of mercy" Losing control of herself, she dashed the paper out of his hands and threw her arms around hla neck and wept Being a mere man, he could not Ignore ber tears, and five minutes later be flashed ber pocketbook, with Its precious pre-cious contents, out of the music rack, saying-: "There, darling." Then, as she reached for it, he drew it back and began extent nine it closely and curiously, turning it over and over, and shaking- his head as If he were deeply puszled, "What's the matter V she breathlessly breathless-ly asked "I'm trying- to And the wing with which It flew down here from the dresser dress-er where you left it, but" She tore It from his finger, and as she moved majestically from the room Informed him that he was a stupid I clown, with no more feeling than a piece of blotting paper. Chicago Record-Herald. "Willie!" exclaimed Mrs. Jackson, rushine; wildly into her husband's den and grasping biro by the shoulder. - "What is it, dear?" he asked, without looking up from the sporting page. "We've been robbed!! My pocketbook Is gone! Come, hurry! Telephone to the police!" "What did you have in it?" be asked, continuing to study the great medal score that Higglns bad made on his second round. "Everything1 my rings they're all gone. Why don't you get up And that check for .$70 which you gave me yesterday. yes-terday. Why don't you do something? Do you. want the thieves to get away before you let the police know about it?" "Have you looked under your mattress?", mat-tress?", be asked, turning to the financial finan-cial page. "Tea yes. It's stolen, I teU you. I left It on the dresser not half an hour ago. My engagement ring, and oh t" she suddenly broke off, "my wedding ring was in It, too!" "Never mind. You don't need it. There's the hahy to prove that you're married, If necessary." "Will! You you oh, I why can't you have a little sense? Will you telephone, tele-phone, or must I do It myself?" . "Don't get excited, dear. Look in your work basket. " " "You'll drive me crasy! I tell you I've looked everywhere. The front window win-dow was open, and porch-climbers have been in here. I knew this would happen. hap-pen. I've told you a dozen times that we ought to have bars put up at that window. Are you going to sit there ike a fool and do nothing?" "By George, I wish I'd known enough tObuy wheat when Matthews tol me to. Look in the baby's cab. Maybe you left it there." "Will Jackson, do you think I'm an idiot? I tell you my pocketbook has been stolen and every ring I had to my name is gone. If you don't get them back some way I'll never let you buy me another one as long as I live."' "That'll be nice. Rings are foolish, anyway. Let's see. If I'd bought 10,000 bushels last Tuesday, I'd have cleaned up perhaps you put it in that big bowl on top of the china cabinet" "Oh! Ob! Oh!" she cried; rushing from one end of the room to the other and pressing her bands against ber throbbing throb-bing temples. "I'm sorry I ever married you. You have no more sympathy than a stone. Never mind about telephoning now. Let the robbers get out .of the city first. Then when it's too late perhaps per-haps you'll have time to do something. " "That's a good idea, my dear. If we caught them we'd have to go to the Police court and the papers would have tbs story all written up, and it would be very disagreeable. Look in the shoe bag. I wouldn't be surprised if you bad hidden it there. You know that's where we found it the other time." "I'm going to have the maid arrested." arrest-ed." said Mra Jackson, coming to a sudden stop, as an original and brilliant idea flashed through her mlndi "There was a man here to see her last night who had a suspicious look. I believe she has been in a conspiracy with him. She could easily have let him in while we were at dinner, or taken the pocket-book pocket-book herself and given Itl to him." "Very well," replied Mr. -Jackson, turning over the pages of his paper in search of the editorials, 'that's prob- |