The Potter journal. [volume] (Coudersport, Pa.) 1857-1872, 1865-03-01

pack 'em loose, I'd like to know how 6f.
teen pairs of boots and dressing case are
going into one valise? Who's that p
Come Jeferson-I can't ask you to take
Z chair because. you see, they're all full;
but | shall be very happy you will take
the top of trunk or the coal
CARL Jefferson advanced gipserly into
the room, carefully avoiding the many
traps and pitfalls that strezed the floor,
aud sat down on an empty hat-box.
packing up, Ell? Where are you
going?"
"Home."
"And where is that ?"
"a place called Milldean, il the thirty
ing State of Connecticut"
"May ask the cause of this sudden
move p
"Of course. I found myself getting
dispirited and headachy, and generally
disguised with city life. Besides; I've a
lively desire to see what danGeliol is
like, and to inhsle an atmosphere not
impregnated with gas, frangipanai and
bad cigars"
ga tolerabIy good array of reasons.
Well, what sort of place is Mildcan :"
"DoEFt knowD
"You don't know? S.rangest Of all
the Smiths, what does this mean? Are
you talking in riddles 2"
"Not bit of it. I never was there.
The place belongs to an uncle of mine
by the way, his name was John-who was
so kind as to will it to me in the absence
of other heirs. It's fne old house, they
tell me the housekeeper manages things
Very nicely, and I'm just going down to
survey the domains for week or two. l
Elsh you'd go with me-
81 could not possibly, Calender. You
see-Hallo where am I going to ?
"Only through the lid Of my hat-box!
Take care-there goes my dressing. case
in your bliDd struggles! Never mind,
there is no harm done
atm sorry-upon my word | am
calculated the penitent CARL, rubbing his
eIbows and surveying the chaos around
him with a ludicrously distressed face.
"Dcn't move, Callender-I1i pick up the
things in half second serve me right
foc being such a blunder blockhead J
Here you are'-pouade bottles, penknifo,
razor cases, lair brushes, and-8hat do
you call this, old fellow 2"
Calender Smith turned his head leis-
ure!y round the color deepened suddenly
On his dark cheeks as be saw CARL JEFF.
ferson holding up small pink glove.
"Yhere did you get thai Z" te de-
maaded, quickly extending bis hand
for l..
"Hell, directly froen the aooy--indi-
reetlg, suppose it came from this little
ivory box, whose cover regret to say, is
broken The idea of : lady's glove pre-
served so tenderly in Calender Smiths
dressing case! It is discovery worth
making. Nunber six-she mus have a
pretty hand !"
"Give it to ne Car.!-a truce 20 your
nonsense J"
"Then it isn's all asbestos, as people
generally think"
"What isn't {"
"Your heart; therei Is soft SPOT about
it somewhere 2"
"Carll Jefferson, if you don't give ne
that glove, Pill"
"Do something desperate, 7 suppose.
Wall, here's the little article. Now,
whose Is it, CallendeT, honog bright?
Katie Morris on's Z"
THAT little firt'sf No, 7 should
think not"
'Dora Casserly's ?"
"Nor yet Dora's."
"Well, whose then 7"
"No one you ever saw, CaFil-aad,
whats worse, In very much afraid |
shall never see her again"
hefzt1n chs did mako 1uoprsreinn ~
$50 much of an impression, Carll,"
said the young man speaking graTely nov,
"that although I met her only few times
at Saratoga have remembered her ever
since as the only woman | seriously ad-
mired or earnestly desired to make my
wife"
"Why don't yoe marry her then 7"
81 would, if [ knew where she Tas,
and whether she would have me-"
"Look for her-ask her."
"Tbats easier said than DONE" sighed
Calender. II have looked, but in vain.
Perhaps fate may bring US together enc
of these 9ays; until then this tiny scer.ed
glove is the only link between a"
Sentimental, very" said 5efersca,
shaking his head soleunly. "L'm afraid
you are pretty ia. gone, my po0- fellow
1t looks bad !"
Calender Saith diG net reply. ae
lighted another cigar, and looked pen
sively at It's curling wreaths, as # the
hriohf mast <7a-a intaruoven: N thnsa faint