some very nice ones once, but they
were stolen from me just after my husband died. I could not afford to
replace them, just then, and I had these made to wear until I could do
so. They were made in Paris, where they are very clever at such work.
I hoped when my husband's estate was settled, I could have some real
stones again; but, of course, I cannot _now_," she regretfully concluded.

"Will you allow me to examine them, please?" Mr. Cutler asked, still sure
that the stones were genuine.

Mrs. Bently unhesitatingly removed one of the crescent ornaments from her
ear and laid it in his hand.

He examined it critically and was still confident that it was really
composed of precious gems. He believed that if she had had them made to
order to replace the stolen ones, either the jeweler had been guilty of
a wretched blunder, or else some friend had interposed to replace the
jewels which she so regretted.

"I am sure there is some mistake. I am confident that these are real
diamonds and very valuable," he asserted, positively.

"Oh, no, they are _not_," she repeated, with grave assurance.

Then she naively added, and with a little ripple of laughter:

"I am glad to know that they are so good an imitation as to deceive you.
There is some comfort in that, although it is not pleasant to have to
acknowledge the sham."

Still her companion was not convinced. Surely no paste jewels ever
emitted such a brilliant white light as those which lay upon his palm,
catching and reflecting the various colors about them in such dazzling
gleams.

"Would you be willing to go with me to some reliable jeweler and have
them tested?" he asked.

The lovely woman flushed crimson.

"No, I couldn't do that; I should not like to--to have it known that I
had been wearing such things," she said. "To be sure," she added, with a
quick upward glance that made her companion thrill with secret joy, "I
have confessed it to you, but you were so kind and sympathetic I--I
trusted you involuntarily."

"Thank you," Justin Cutler returned, a brilliant smile lighting his face,
and he longed to open his heart to her, but deemed it better to wait a
while. "Then, if you would not like to go with me, will you trust the
stones with me, and allow me to have them tested for you?"

"Of course I will, if you want to take that trouble; though," she added,
with a little skeptical laugh, as she removed the crescent from her other
ear and gave it to him, "I assure