side was her mother, but another and far
different person, whose face haunted her so continually and whose voice
she sometimes seemed to hear speaking to her from the dim shadows of the
far-off past when they lived in the little house in Wiesbaden, where the
picture hung on the wall.

Arthur remembered the picture well and when it was taken, though that,
too, had faded from his mind, until Jerrie told him of it.

'We will go there together, Cherry,' he said, 'you and I, and find the
house and the picture, and Gretchen's grave, and bring them home with
us. There is room for them at Tracy Park.

He was beginning to talk wildly now, but Jerrie quieted him, and taking
up the box of diamonds opened it suddenly and held it before his eyes.
In reading the letters he had not seemed to pay any attention to the
diamonds, but when Jerrie said to him; 'These were mother's. You sent
them to her from England,' he replied, 'Yes, I remember. I bought them
in Paris with other things--dresses, I think--for her,' while into his
face there came a troubled look as if he were trying to think of
something.

Jerrie, who could read him so well, saw the look, and, guessing at once
its cause, hastened to say:

'Father, do you remember that you gave Mrs. Tracy some diamonds like
these, and that some one took them from her? Try and think,' she
continued, as she saw the troubled look deepen on his face, and the fire
beginning to kindle in his eyes. 'It was years ago, just after a party
Mrs. Tracy gave, and at which she wore them. You were there and thought
they were Gretchen's, did you not?'

'Ye-es,' he answered slowly. 'I believe I did. What did I do with them?
Do you know?'

'I think you put them in your private drawer. Suppose you look and see.'

Obedient to her as a child, Arthur opened his private drawer, bringing
out one thing after another, all mementoes of the old Gretchen days, and
finally the diamonds, at which be looked with wonder and fear, as he
said to Jerrie:

'Did I take them? Will they call it a steal? I thought they were
Gretchen's. I remember now.'

Jerrie did not tell him then of the trouble the secreting of the
diamonds had brought to her and Harold, but she said:

'No one will think it a steal, and Mrs. Tracy will be glad to get her
jewels back. May I take them to her now?'

'Take them to her?--no,' Arthur said, decidedly. 'She has another set--I
bought them for her, and she wears them all day long. Ha, ha! diam