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A Butterfly


When Mrs. Walsingham lost the diamond butterfly which her husband had given her on the first anniversary of their wedding day, she was naturally much perturbed by the loss.

For two seasons Mrs. Walsingham’s butterfly had been an absorbing topic of conversation whenever pretty Mrs. Walsingham herself happened to be present, and on more than one occasion it attracted the admiring attention of royalty.

And now the butterfly was lost. The world––or rather such portion of it as was crowded into the Court theatre on that disastrous night––had seen the jeweled insect flashing and scintillating in Mrs. Walsingham’s pretty brown hair all the time of the performance. But when husband and wife stood in the light of their own hall lamp, the former had uttered an exclamation of dismay.

The butterfly was gone!

Everything had been done that was usual in such cases. The colonel had looked carefully in the carriage, and had made a thorough examination of each separate fold in his wife’s dress. Next morning he had gone off to the theatre, and… Read More