A Magical Mystery. At Least For Me

When I was a little girl, I loved going through my mother's jewelry box. There were, almost by very definition, treasures in it. It was made of wood and the craftsmen ship seemed very fine and of course the little drawers were velvet lined. I swear to you I can still hear the sound those drawers made when they were pulled out. 

There were two pieces of jewelry in the box which I especially loved. 

One was a pin, or a brooch, I guess, which Mother wore when she was going out fancy. Which didn't happen very often. But when she did she would always wear this and I was certain she was the most beautiful woman in the world.

I was also certain that those gorgeous roses trapped in Lucite were magical. How could they not be?
I'm pretty sure those pins were quite popular in the mid to late fifties. I remember other women wearing similar ones and they're hardly worth the effort to order one online. The market is probably flooded. 
But anyway, I kept that particular piece of jewelry because it was a little bit of magic from my childhood and I remembered it so clearly. 

The other piece of jewelry in the box was a bracelet. The catch on it was broken and I never once saw Mother wear it. When I'd ask her about it she sort of brushed me off. I don't think she valued it much or perhaps she had a bad association with it. Who knows? 
But I thought it was about the coolest, most enchanting thing on earth. I can remember looking and looking at that bracelet, trying to figure it out. Who did the faces on it belong to and why was it so different from any other jewelry that I saw other women wearing? This is what it looked like, only without a clasp.

The faces are quite large.

As you can see. 
That's my wonky wrist, by the way. The one I broke when I was seventeen. It has an odd bump on it and its mobility is somewhat limited. Not much. It's my bracelet-wearing wrist.

Anyway when my mother died, I knew I wanted that bracelet and I wanted it bad. My three other siblings are brothers so they didn't want it. I don't think any of them had spent much time going through our mother's jewelry box.
So, I took possession of it and took it to a jeweler to get a clasp put on it which they did and I asked them if it was silver. They said something like, "Silver coated". I knew it had silver in it or on it because it tarnishes and comes back bright and shiny if I give it a good cleaning with a silver-polishing cloth and I accepted what the jeweler I'd spoken to said and did not love the bracelet one bit less.

I've google-lensed it before but never learned anything definite about it, not even the identity of whatever god or, well, guy those links were representing. I always thought they were Bacchus, that bad boy who was god of wine and inebriation and agriculture but I didn't spend a lot of time worrying about it. To me, one more mystery about this mysterious bracelet was to be expected. 
For some reason though, this evening I really looked for any kind of marking on the backs of the links. I couldn't find a darn thing on any of the three Baachus images, if indeed that's who it is, but there are two smaller faces or masks between the larger ones which are all identical. Here's what the little guys look like.

I have no idea who these cuties are. None at all. 
BUT on the backs of both of them I found this.

Obviously, I can clearly make out the 800 marking but have zero clue about the other one which looks as if it had been polished away. 

Here's the back of the other small link.

Any suggestions? 

I am clueless which is not unusual but in this instance, I'd really be interested in getting some information. 

Since I could see the "800" marking quite well, I looked it up and that indicates the piece is indeed silver, but a silver used more frequently in the late 19th century to the early 20th century. The 800 indicates that it is 80% silver whereas we mostly see 925 silver markings, which means that piece is what we call sterling silver and it is (surprise, surprise!) 92.5% silver. 
The 800 marking does not mean the piece is less valuable unless what you're looking to do with it is to melt it down and sell it for the value of the silver. It makes a more sturdy piece and is used in silver flatware and also jewelry. And it does indicate a vintage piece. 

Google lens has advised me that the guy on the big links could be the Green Man, Baachus, or your run-of-the-mill party guy satyr. I am more inclined to believe it's Green Man or Bacchus. 
Whoever it is appears to be a good time god. 
And also, whoever it is, I am as intrigued and curious about the bracelet his visage adorns as I was as a child. And I would really love to know how it came to be in my mother's jewelry box.

And that's about it for me today. I went to town to do the weekly shopping. I have a story involving THE HEARING AIDS which ended (so far) with my husband telling me he still loves me, and we just got enough rain to wet the ground and make it smell really, really good here. Also, I am watching Hawk who has flown in and perched on the fence for reasons unknown to me. The crows are NOT happy about this and are cawing out warning calls. 

Tomorrow makes fifty years ago that I began in labor with Hank. 
And his birthday is Wednesday. 
Do the math. 
But. I can still hardly talk about his birth and how I felt my heart expand to a size I did not know possible when I first held him in my arms without crying. 
I learned what love was then. As I have always said, my kids have been and are my best teachers and I was so fortunate as to have Hank be my first one. 

Happy night before you were born, my love, my beautiful red-headed baby! 

Always...Mama