The River Falls journal. (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1857-1861, 1858-11-24
ROMANCE OF "A GLOVE.
CFrom the Atlantic Bionthly.]

From the Atlantic Monthly.l
nTALT! cried my travelling compan-
VI ion. property .overboardr
The driver pnlled up his horses; and,
before l could prevent him, Westwood
leaped down, from tho vehicle, and ran
back for the article that had been dropp
ed.
s was a glove-my glove, which had
inadvertently thrown out, in taking my
handkerchief from my pocket.
$50 on, driverr' and he tossed it into
my hand as he resumed his seat in the
open stage. -. -
take your reward" 1 said, offering
him cigar; shut beware of rendering
me another such servicep
. "1f it had been your hat or your hand
kerchief, be sure should have let it lie
where it fell. But a gIove-that is diff
erents once found a romance in a glove.
Since then, gloves are sacred" And
Westwood gravely bit off the end of his
cigar.
"a romance? Tell me about that. |
am tired of this endless stretch of sea-like
country, these regular ground-swels; and
it's good two hours yet to yonder head
land, which juts out into the prairie, be-
tween us and the setting sun. Meanwhile,
your romance"
add / say romance? l fear you would
hardly think it worthy of the name" said
my companion. "Every life has its ro-
mantle episodes, or at least, Incl tents,
which appear such to him who experience
ed them. But these tender little histo,i,s
ara usually insipil enough when told. l
have a maiden aunt who once came 50
near having IN offer from T ale STRIPPING.
with dark hair, seven years her junior,
that to this day she often alludes to the
circumstance, with tho remark, that she
wishes she knew some compe' cnt move
writer in whom she could conf lie, feeling
sure that the story of that period Of her
life would make the groundwork of a mag
n1fieent work offiction. Possibly | inher-
it my aunts tendency to magnify into ex-
traordinary proportions trfies which l
look at through the double convex lens of
a personal interest. SO don't expect too
much ofmy romance, and you shall hear it.
said found it in glove. It was by
no means remarkable glove-middlc-
sized, straw-colored, and neat fit for this
hand, in which l now hold your very ex-
cellent cigar. OF course, there was a
Young lady in the case; let me see
don't believe / can tell you the story" said
Westwood, 'after all p
l gently urged him to proceed.
~Pshaw" said he, after kindling his
cigar with few vigorous whifs, "what's
the use of being foolish2 My aunt was
never diffident about telling her story, and
why should hesitate to tell mine9 The
Young lady's name-we'll call her simply
Margaret She was q blonde, with hazel
eyes and dark hair Perhaps you never
heard of blonde with hazel eyes and
dark hair9 She was the only one ever
saw aud there was the finest contrast i'm
aginable between her fair, fresh complex
ion, and her superb tresses and delicately
traced eyebrows. She was certainly love
", if not handsome; and-sucb eyes, l.
was an event in ones life, Sir, Just to look
through those luminous windows into her
soul. That could not happen every day,
be surel Sometimes for weeks she kept
them turned from me, the ivory shutters
halfelosed, or the mystic curtains of re-
serve drawn within; then, again, when l
was tortured with unsatisfed warnings,
and almost ready to despair, she would
{,,-, ho sh,,f%
thrown wide, the curtains away, and a
flood of radiance streaming forth, that fill
ed me so full of light and gladness, that
i had no shadowy nook left in me for q
doubt to hide in. She must have been
concious of this power of expression. She
used it so sparingly, and, it seemed to me,
artfullyl But always forgaye her when
she did use it, and cherished resentment
only when she did not.
Margaret WAS shy and proud; could
never completely win her confidence; but
I knew, I 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 outp'
''On with the story!"
"Well, we had our lovers quarrels, of
course. Singular, what foolish children
love makes ofus rendering US sensitive,
Jealous, exactng, in the superlative degree.
am sure, we were both amiable and for
bearing towards all the world besides;
but, for the powerful reason that we low
ed, we were bound to misinterpret words,
looks, and actions, and wo1nd each other
On every conveniens occasion. ] was
panied by her attentions 10 others, or per-