Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1860-03-08
For the YorkvIlle Enquirer.
"RUBYs; ON GLOVES.


ing chapters, gloves with the g cut off, in
their relation to love; and gloves with the
fingers cut of, in their relation to court,
ship, and this is as far as we can; for when
we come to marriage we have done with
gloves. Then man has the hand, and, Of
course, is done with the glove. Then all
the sentiment which belonged to heshand
when covered in its glove, is lost in the pos
session of the naked reality. Yes, marri-
age disperses the romance of love, but as I
have not yet arrived at that settled, real
condition, it must be pardoned me if I in.
dulge largely in the romance, and I'll tell
you about some gloves that lie here before
me, taken from my desk this cold Saturday
evening, when my weeks work being fin
.ished, 1 am at liberty to retire within my
self and visit the realms of memory borne
in the Car of revery. Here are a pair which
were once as white as the snow on Zembla's
shore, but now they are growing dirgy and
yellow, for I have kept them long. Faint
ly to be seen, is traced upon them '6f AL
exandre.' How well do Il remember the
evening, when, bya halfgiven, halfrefu-.
sed consent, they became my prize. The
gay and lovely of the elite of G., were there
collected, but among them all, she who
gave them, was the peerless queen. And
in them there is talismanic influence, for
when 1 look upon them think of her
whose soul is purity itself, and from whose
lustrous eyes beam forth the rays of Truths
lamp, which burns brightly in her heart Of
hearts; and while her image is before me,
all wrong thoughts and evil actions and
deceiving tempters are driven away. But
let us place them away carefully, as We
would relics in shrine, for to me they are
sacred; and take up others.
All here is one, 81, with a delicate
fringe around the wrist, made of rich lace
This carries me back to crowded hall, and
shining lights and perfumed air, and fash
ing diamonds and swelling music, and 70.
luptuous waltzes. Oh it was gay scene.
There were Lords and Ladies there in the
rich garb of other days. There we're Fai-
ries there, and fair sultans, and fast flew
the hours on fastening wings. But fai-
ries were not more fair, sultanas were not
more lovely, than was the white-robed
maiden, who gave me this remembrancer.
But, alas she is another's now; and so in
to the fire it goes, for have no right to
keep it now. For the hand is anothers;
why should I cherish the glove ? See |! here
is one, a ST, a little torn, and thus it hap
pened. There had been large party, and
at its close, Ruby had the great privilege
of escorting one Of the Bellies of the evening
to her home. AS they proceeded, the cum
ming youth commenced speaking of the
sAutocrat of the Breakfast Table, and his
walk with the Schoolmistress, where the
the sAutocrat' asks her to take the long
path with him. Just as he got to this part
Of the story, they came to a corner, by tur-
ming which the path would be shortened /;
then, RUBY bending low, whispered will
you take the long path with me?' The
maiden softly answered, 'ask my pa
Whether be did or not, doponent saith not.
The glove is supposed to have been torn in
her excessive agitation.
But here is a yellow glove-the smallest
of them all-so small that the manufactu-
rer would not mark it, fearing lest his We.
racity might be doubted. And this the
little beauty from the South-once threw at
me, when asked for it. I threw it back
at her, but when she wasn't looking, picked
it up again. And if she were to throw her
self at me would-well never mind what
I would do. But last of all, is this one,
beautifully white, for it is not yet old, and