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My impulse was to fly to my brother, but this my lawyer forbade. He would take charge of the affair, and no false hopes must be excited, but he confidently assured me that my brother was as good as free.

Returning to the city, I thought I might as well make my report to Signora Rochita. The lady was at home and saw me. She showed the most intense interest in what I told her, and insisted upon every detail of my experiences. As I spoke of the shark, and the subterranean cave, she nearly fainted from excitement, and her maid had to bring her smelling salts. When I had finished, she looked at me steadily for a moment, and then said:

“I have something to tell you, but I hardly know how to say it. I never lost my bracelet. I intended to wear it at the captain’s dinner, but when I went to put it on I found the clasp was broken, and, as I was late, I hurried to the table without the bracelet, and thought of it no more until, when we were all waving and cheering, I glanced at my wrist and found it was not there. Then, utterly forgetting that I had not put it on, I thought it had gone into the sea. It was only this morning that, opening what I supposed was the empty box, I saw it. Here it is.”

I never saw such gorgeous jewels.

“Madame,” said I, “I am glad you thought you lost it, for I have gained something better than all these.”

“You are a good man,” said she, and then she paid me liberally for my services. When this business had been finished, she asked:

“Are you married?” I answered that I was not.

“Is there any one you intend to marry?”

“Yes,” said I.

“What is her name?” she asked.

“Sarah Jane McElroy.”

“Wait a minute,” said she, and she retired into another room. Presently she returned and handed me a little box.

“Give this to your ladylove,” said she; “when she looks at it, she will never forget that you are a brave man.”

When Sarah Jane opened the box, there was a little pin with a diamond head, and she gave a scream of delight. But I saw no reason for jumping or crying out, for after having seen the Signora’s bracelet, this stone seemed like a pea in a bushel of potatoes.

“I don’t need anything,” she said, “to remind me that you are a brave man. I am going to buy furniture with it.”

I laughed, and remarked that “every little helps.”

When I sit, with my wife by my side, before the fire in our comfortable home, and consider that the parlor carpet, and the furniture and the pictures, and the hall and stair carpet, and all the dining-room furniture, with the china and the glass and the linen, and all the kitchen utensils, and two bedroom suits on the second story, both hardwood, and all the furniture and fittings of a very pleasant room for a single man, the third story front, were bought with the pin that the signora gave to Sarah Jane, I am filled with profound respect for things that glitter. And when I look on the other side of the fire and see Jim smoking his pipe just as happy as anybody, then I say to myself that, if there are people who think that this story is too much out of the common, I wish they would step in here and talk to Jim about it. There is a fire in his eyes when he tells you how glad he is that it was the shark instead of him, that is very convincing.