The democrat. [volume] (Weston, W. Va.) 1868-1874, 1871-10-16

him little ofmy time before leave. You
know | go tomorrow. 1t has becna much
longer visit than intended 1t to be.n
Had he been watching her he woult
have seen sudden gloom fill those gray
eyes Of hers.
Isn't your departure rather unex
pected 2"
Yes, rather; may | come in again thi,
evening and take farewell walk witt
you Z"
lyon may but you must accept my
hospitality this time, and come to tea
after tea we will take the walk IN
So it was agreed, and Bob returned
punctually. Miss Blake was waiting tor
him at the door, the vines around the
doorway forming frame for her own pic
turesqIe self She wore dress of silver
grey, soft material that fitted her grace
ful, slight form to perfection; she wore q
knot of scarlet velvet at her throat, and q
bright red rosebud nestled in green leaves
in her wavy chestnut hair.
cannot 90 tomorrow, thought poor
Bob.
She met him with sweet, ripping
laugh.
"rm SO glad you're on time, wa,
afraid my biscuit would be all cold. You
are very good. Come right in to supper
She showed him into 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.
But somehow both guest and hostess were
unusually quiet and reserved over it; both
felt that this was the first, and perhaps
the last, meal they should ever partake O
together.
After tea, Miss Blake put on her bonnet
for the walk.
care you ready, Miss Blakc?7 asket
Bob.
ain one minute; | cannot find my
glovcs.n
"Can I help you2 Where shall
look ?"
"Look around the room for thcnn
Bob stood up composcdly, and looked
around the room.
"l don't sec them,' he said. "Wait-
perhaps they are in this drawer" lii
opened drawer in the writing desk, and
found in it faded lilac kid glove. al
this one ~
She looked at it carelcosIy, and re
piled:
"Oh, no. That is an odd glove. lost
the mate to it long ago. There is Saying
that everything comes in use once in sever
years. I've had that glove seven year
now, and it's of no use. | think shall
throw it away"
"Whcrc did you lose its mate 7"
at was at Milton, believe-a little
village that l don't suppose you've evcl
heard of. remember it well for in those
days kid gloves were 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 20 about
with one hand unglovcd for some time
afterwards"
81 have the mate to thisn
Ellie Blake looked at him in utter as.
tonishment.
"What do you meant lost it sever
Tears ago.
"And found it seven years ago." EIt
handed her faded little lilac glove, the
undoubtcd mate to her own. "Sce, this Is
the talisman that has brought me to you
Seven years ago, Miss Blake, on bright,
summer morning-just such morning as
this was-I found this little glove in bed
Of moss, beside a brook. Ned Durand was
with me, and | pledged my word to him
that | would lind 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. Will she give it to
mc7 have waited seven long years"
She raised her beautiful eyes to his, and
he read her answer there.
"The gloves ATE mated" he said, "my
own sweet love-my Cinderella.