Beadle's Dime Novels No. 14 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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ILL-OMENED JEWELS. 11 of that third day he was wandering, camp-stool in hand, through one of the loveliest valleys ever seen, looking up at the near hills and the sunset clouds, and blessing the feeling of the cool soft grass beneath his feet. Thus it was that Paul Pennon, artist, chanced to interweave his own web of life with some links of the curious and costly emerald necklace which this unknown young girl had: just brought from its hiding-place. “ Look, mother !” said Clematis, as soon as the stranger had been welcomed; “see what I drew up from the well! This gentleman says they are real emeralds.” 7 With her first glance at the treasure the mother grew very pale, and waved her hand as if to move it away. “You do not know what you have done, my child,” she said. “Ill fortune waits upon the one who should first find the emerald necklace.” “Why, mamma, what do you mean? I never heard any ‘thing about any necklace. Did you know that it was in the well? Does it belong to the family ?” “No matter, now, my darling. You have found it, and I ’ fear that the fulfillment of the prophecy must fall upon you, which Heaven avert! it was your grandmother's.” Clematis Perey was not superstitious; she would walk through a graveyard alone at night; but something in her mother’s voice startled her, and she looked at the. glittering bayble with considerable awe. It radiated light like the eyes of a living thing. “Shall I throw it back in the well?” she asked. “T suppose it would not alter the fate of your finding it, if you did,” said the elder lady, sadly. “Oh, well; then I'll keep it—it will be so charming to wear around my throat,” said Clematis, gayly. The thought of jewels, real jewels, had dispelled her awe; so she carried away the prize and returned ta tea, all curiosity to hear its history, which her mother refused at present to tell. comiclbooks.conn