National opinion. [volume] (Bradford, Vt.) 1865-1874, 1871-10-13

him little ofmy time before leave. You
know go tomorrow. 1t has been a much
longer visit than intended it to be-"
ad he been watching her he would
have seen a sudden gloom fill those gray
eyes of hers.
Isn't your departure rather unex-
pected ?"
Yes rather; may | come in again this
evening and take farewell walk with
you ?"
You may but you must accept my
hospitality this time, and come to tea !;
after tea we will take the walk 2"
So it was agreed and Bob returned
punctually Miss Blake was waiting for
him at the door, the vines around the
doorway forming frame for her own pic
turesque self. She wore dress OF silver
grey, a soft material that fitted her grace
ful, slight form to perfection she wore a
knot Of Scarlet velvet at her throat, and a
bright red rosebud nestled in green leaves
in her wavy chestnut hair.
] cannot 70 tomorrow, thought poor
Bob.
She met him with sweet, ripping
laugh.
"fm so glad you're on time, | was
afraid my biscuit would be all cold. You
are very good. Come right in 10 supper"
She showed him into a snug, cosy little
dining room. The round table was cover
ed with a snowy cloth, and fairly gllttered
with its display Of bright silver and shin
/ ing porcelain. And such deliciously- pre-
pared little dishes, and such fragrant tea.
l. ..1
unusually quiet and reserved over it both
felt that this was the first, and perhaps
the last, meal they should ever partake of
together.
a er tea, Miss Blake put on her bonnet
for the walk.
"Are you ready, Miss Blake y asked
Bob.
"In one minute | cannot find my
gloves"
"Can help you? Where shall |
look ~
"Look around the room for them"
Bob stood up oomposedly, and looked
around the room.
~ don't see them he said. "Wait-
perhaps they are in this drawer" He
opened drawer in the writing desk, and
found in it faded lilac kid glove. "ls
this one p
She looked at it carelessly, and re-
piled:
"Oh, no. That is an odd glove. lost
the mate to it long ago. There is a saying
that everything comes in use once in seven
years. I've had that glove seven years
now, and it's of no use. | think | shall
throw it away"
"Wherc did you lose its mate 2"
at was at Milton, beleve-a little
village that | don't suppose you've ever
heard of. | remember it well for in those
days kid gloves were a luxury to me. |
had got this pair to wear on visit there,
and lost one of them coming from church
the day before left; so had to 90 about
with one hand ungoved for some time
afterwards"
81 have the mate to this"
Ellie Blake looked at him in utter as
constituent.
"What do you mean2 ! lost it seven
Iears ago"
And found it seven years ago" He
handed her faded little lilac glove, the
undoubted mate to her own. See, this is
the talsman that has brought me to you.
Seven years ago, Miss Blake, on bright,
summer morning-,just such a morning as
this was-l found this little glove in bed
OF moss, beside brook. Ned Durand was
with me, and pledged my word to him
that would find the owner, and claim the
hand that wore that glove. have found
the owner ask her now for the hand in
exchange for the glove. VIII she give it to
me l have waited seven long years.
She raised her beautiful eyes to his, and
he read her answer there.
1.-The gloves ale mated" he said, "my
own sweet love-my Cinderella.