"I want to say something to her first and give her time to think it over.Look out for the bag, and I'll bring in the things."He swung the rough board door wide, slammed it and disappeared in the darkness.
The young wife watched the bag a moment with consuming curiosity.She had fiercely resented his insulting insinuations at her curiosity, and yet she was wild to look at that glowing pile of gold inside and picture the old woman's joyous surprise.
Her hand touched the lock carelessly and drew back as if her finger had been burned.She put her hands behind her and crossed the room.
"I won't be so weak and silly!" she cried fiercely.
She heard Jim cranking the car.It would take him five minutes more to start it, get it under the shed and bring in the suit-case and robes.
"Why shouldn't I see it!" she exclaimed."He has told me about it." She hesitated and struggled for a moment, quickly walked back to the bag and touched the spring.It yielded instantly.
"Why, it's not even locked!" she cried in tones of surprise at her silly scruples.
Her hand had just touched the gold when Nance entered.
She snapped the bag and smiled at the old woman carelessly.What a sweet surprise she would have tomorrow morning!
Nance crossed slowly, glancing once at the girl wistfully as if she wanted to say something friendly, and then, alarmed at her presumption, hurried on into the little shed-room.
Mary waited until she returned.
"Room's all ready in thar, ma'am," she drawled, passing into the kitchen without a pause.
"All right--thank you," Mary answered.
She quickly opened the bag, thrust her hand into the gold and withdrew it, holding a costly green- leather jewelry-case of exquisite workmanship.There could be no mistake about its value.
With a cry of joy, she started back, staring at the little box.
"Another surprise! And for me! Oh, Jim, man, you're glorious! My Christmas present, of course! I mustn't look at it--I won't!"She pushed the case from her toward the bag and drew it back again."What's the difference?I'll take one little, tiny peep."She touched the spring and caught her breath.A string of pearls fit for the neck of a princess lay shining in its soft depths.She lifted them with a sigh of delight.Her eye suddenly rested on a stanza of poetry scrawled on the satin lining in the trembling hand of an old man she had known.
She dropped the pearls with a cry of terror.Her face went white, and she gasped for breath.The jewel- case in her hand she had seen before.
It had belonged to the old gentleman who lived in the front room on the first floor of her building in the days when it was a boarding house.The wife he had idolized was long ago dead.This string of pearls from her neck the old man had worshiped for years.The stanza from "The Rosary" he had scrawled in the lining one day in Mary's presence.He had moved uptown with the landlady.Two months ago a burglar had entered his room, robbed and shot him.
"It's impossible--impossible!" she gasped."Oh, dear God--it's impossible! Of course the burglar pawned them, and Jim bought them without knowing.Of course! My nerves are on edge today--how silly of me----"Jim's footsteps suddenly sounded on the porch, and she thrust the jewel-case back into the bag with desperate effort to pull herself together.
