I would rather someone else tell my story, but I must, I must. The first I
can remember was being picked up on Friday 13, 1813 and I suppose that is the
reason I have been so very unlucky. I was brought to N. A. polished and but
in a beautiful ring. I was very large and brilliant and attracted a great
deal of attention. Ladies would come in the store and say they would be
perfectly happy if they owned me. I was very happy in the store, as I was
much admired and talked about, but on a dark night some robbers broke into
the store and I was stuffed into a dirty satchel with a great deal of other
jewelry; carried off and buried in a dark whole in the ground; I was very
unhappy there and I often heard men pass talking about a beautiful diamond
that was stolen. I knew they meant me. One day the robber came, took me up
and brought me back to the city where he pawned me to an Old Jew. I never
saw anyone there but the meanest of men and, Oh ! how I wished my master
would find me. As the man who pawned me didn't come back to redeem me, I was
sold to a jeweler who polished me up and seemed very proud of me.
One day, a young man came into the store; paid a great deal of money for me;
had something engraved in me, and, that night, took me to a very fine house,
after a while a very pretty young lady came in, the young man gave me to her
and said a great many silly and disgusting things. She just blushed and did
not say much, but that night after she went to her room she talked about as
silly to me as the young man did to her. I liked my new mistress very much,
she always wore me on her third finger and I thought that was a little
suspicious. Afterwards, I found that the father of my mistress was my old
master. He was so glad to see me and I hope I will never be stolen again.
Addie Wagner |
