Evening Republican, Volume 16, Number 285, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 29 November 1912 — THREW THE DIAMOND AWAY [ARTICLE]

THREW THE DIAMOND AWAY

“ 43 Second Finder Was Wiser and Kept It for Its Much Worried Owner., At a big hotel not over half a mile from Times square, which may be further identified by the fact that some of the employes can afford to wear diamonds', a good-sized brilliant went begging for a time Friday morning. It was lost by its owner, found, thrown away, and then found again. The night manager owns a ring that has three diamonds in it. The middle one was said to have cost him S2OO. Some time Thursday night it dropped out of its setting. After things had got quiet, the man who cleans up the second floor saw something glittering on the carpet in one of the public rooms on thesecond floor. He picked it up and took it to the night controller. “Aw, that’s nothing but a bit of glass,” appraised the controller, who doesn’t wear diamonds. “But it looks like something," said the cleaner. “Rats! You’re bughouse if you think that’s worth anything. Throw it away.” As the cleaner didn’t have any other place handy, he threw the thing in a corner. When daylight came the rays of the sun came in and fell on the diamond just as a housemaid was tidying up the room. She saw it and picked it up. The cleaner had not yet gone home, and she showed it to him. “Nothing but glass. That’s the second time I’ve seen that thing,” he assured her. "Who told you It was glass?” she asked. “The controller.” «« “Huh! he knows nothing about/jewelry. I’m going to keep it,” and she put it into her pocket. The night manager came to the hotel Friday night out of breath. He had not discovered his loss until he awoke in the afternoon. He immediately began an investigation, and finally it led him to the cleaner. “Yes, I picked up something like what you say,” he said. “What did you do with it?” “I threw It away.” The manager said some things, to which the cleaner retorted that the controller had been positive the thing was nothing but glass. The manager said some more things. Then the cleaner remembered that the housemaid had picked'up the thing again. “What did she do with it?” “I told her to throw it away.” The manager thought of a few things he had left unsaid, but looked up the housemaid. No, she had not thrown it away. She looked up the fworking skirt she had worn the flight before and there the gem still lay In the pocket.—New York Times.