The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1858-08-14
THE ROMANCE on A GLOVE,

The driyerpulled up his horses1 and be-
fore could prevent him, WeSk@ood lenped
down from the vehicle, and ran back for the
article that had been dropped,
II was gloye,-my glove, which had in
adyertenty thrown out, In taking my hand
kerehief from my pocket,
"Go on, driver :" aud he tossed Il into my
hand as he resumed his seat in the open
stage.
"Take your reward" said, offering him q
eigari "but beware Of rendering me another
such service "
"lf Il had been your hat or your handkor-
chef, be sure should have let il lie where
il fell. Hut a glovc,-that Ia different
once found n romance in a glove, Since
then, gloves are sacred" And Westw ood
grayely biz of the end Of his cigar.
"a romaneo9 Tell me about that. am
tired Of this endless stretch Of sea-like coun.
try, these regular ground-swellsi and It's a
good two-hours' ride yet 10 youlcr hcadund.
which juts out into the prarie, betw5tn ~
nance" "" -, S ''"' '''"""'' your '0'
did / say romance? fear YOU would
hardly think it worthy Of the name" said my
companion. "l2,cry life has its romantic ep-
iaodes, or, at least, incidents which appear
such to him who experiences them. But
these tender little histories are usually insip-
id enough when told. have a maiden aunt
who once came 20 near having ar offer from
pale stripping, with dark hair, seven years
her junior, that TO this day she often aludcs
to the circumstance, with the remark, that
sire wishes she know some competent novel
writer in whom she could confdc feeling
sure that the story Of that period Of her life
would moke the groundwork Of magnif.
cent work Of fiction. Possibly I inherit my
aunts tendency To magnify into cxtraordina-
~ proportions trihes which | look at through
the double convex lens Of n personal interest.
So don't expect too much Of my romance, and
you shall hear il.
said found it in glove. 1t was by no
means remarkable glove middlc.sizcd,
straw-colorcd, aud neat fl for this hand, in
which now hold your very excellent cigar.
Of course there was young lady in the
case let me sec,--I don't believe cau'rcll
YOU the story" said Wcstwood, "afcr all!"
| gently urged him to proceed. ~
"Pshaw ~ said he, anor kindling his cigar
with a few vigorous whiHs, whats the use
Of being foolish - My aunt was never diiR-
dent about telling her story, and why should
! hesitate 10 tell mine The young lady.
nnmc,-wclI call her simply Margaret. She
was blonde with hazel eyes and dark hair.
Perhaps you never heard Of blonde with
hazel eyes and dark hair She was the only
one ever saw; and there was the finest
contrast imaginable between her fair, fresh
complexion, and her superb ,rcsscs aud deli.
caIely-traccd eyebrows. She was certainly
lovely, if not handsome and-such eyes -
II was an event in ones life, Sir, just to look
through those luminous windows into her
soul. That could not happen every day, be
sure Sometimes for weeks she kept ,hcm
turned from me, the ivory shutters hnlfclos.
ed, or the mystic curtains Of reserve drawn
withini then, again, when | was tortured
With unsatisiicd warnings, aud almost ready
to despair, she would suddenly turn them
tains away, and food of radiance streaming
forth, thst filed me so full of light and glad
ness. that had no shadowy nook left in me
for doubt to hide in. She must have been
of this power of expression. She
used it so spnringly, and, il seemed to me,
nrtfully! But always forgove her when
she did use it, and cherished resentment on
y when she did not.
Margaret was shy and proud could new
nr completely win her confidence; but
Knew well at last, that her heart was mine.
And deep tender, woman's heart it was
too, despite her reserve. Without many
words, we understood each other, and So
Pshaw " said Westwood, my cigar is out N
"On with the story"
"Well, We had our lovers quarres. of
course. Singular, what foolish children-love
makes of us!-rondering us sensitive Jealous
'xacting, in the superlativc degree am
sure, we were both amiable and forbearing
owards all the world besides but, for the
reason that we loved, we were
bound to misintcrpret words, looks, and ac-
ions, and wound each other on every CON
'enient occasion. was panied by her atten-
ions to others, perhaps by an apparent
preference of a book or boquet to me. Re
aliation on my part and quiet persistence on
lers continued to cstrange us, until gener-
llly ended by conceding everything and
pleading for one word of Kindness to end my I
Misery.
was wrong,-too quick to resent too !
eady to concede No doubt, It was to her l
ecrct qualification to exercise her power over
nc and at last / was convinced that she
me purposcly, in order to provoke 8
! temporary estrangemcnt, and enjoy a repc- i
ition of her triumph. c