Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1874-05-18

just going home to survey the domains
for week or two. [ wish you would
60 with me.
Il 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 yeur blind struggles. Never mind,
there is no harm done"
Il am sorry-upon my word, am, ;"
calculated the penitent Carl, rubbing his
elbows and surveying the chaos around
him with ludicrously distressed face
aDoa't move. Calender, I'll pick up the
things in half second serves me right
for being blundering blockhead ! Here
you are-pomade bottles, pen-knife, IA
zor case, hair brushes, and-what do
you call this, old fellow %
Calender Smith turned his head leis-
urely around the color deepened sud-
denly on his dark cheek as he saw Carl
Jefferson holding up small pink glove.
.Where did you get that?" he asked,
quickly extending his hand for it.
''Well, directly from the hoor-indi-
rectly, | suppose it came from this ivory
box, whose cover [ regret to say, is bro
ken. The idea of lady's glove preserv-
ed so tenderly in Calender Smith S
dressing case Its discovery worth
making.-Number six-she must have
had a pretty hand ?'
"Give it to me, CARA truce for your
nonsense y
Then it isn't all asbestos, as people
generally think p
"What isn't ?'
''Your heart there is a soft spot
about it somewhere !''
Carl Jefferson. if you don't give NE
that glove, I'll"
do something desperate, suppose.
Well here's the little article Now,
whose is it, Calender. honor bright
Kate Morrison's %
THAT little firt's ? No, I should
think not -
Dora Caserly's p
'.Nor yet .Dora's. -
| .Well, whose then %
..No one you ever saw, Carl, and wha
is worse, I'm very much afraid that
shall never see her again.
s.Then she did make an impression p
$50 much of an impression, Carl,
said the young man speaking gravel.
now, ''that although l met her only ;
few times at Saratoga, [ have remember
cd her ever since as the only woman
seriously admired or earnestly desired
to make my wife
"Why don't you marry her then p
Il would. if [ knew where she was
and whether she would have me-
'Look for her-ask her."
, That's easier said than done" sigh
ed Calender. Il have looked, but i
vain. Perhaps fate may bring US togeth
er one of these days until then this Ii
ny pink glove is the only link betwee
, us"
Sentimental, very.' said Jefferson
r shaking his head solemnly. "l'm afrai
e you are pretty far gone, old fellow
looks bad -
Calender Smith did not reply. H
lighted another cigar, and looked pei
+ siyely at its curl-wreaths. as if the pa'
! were interviewer in those faint blue mist
n
/ "Rebeeea %
V The door opened, and the kitche
r maid presented herself in answer to II
housekeeper's abrupt call, with BIZ
!. checked apron tied about her trim wais
o and the sleeves rolled about pair
J. arms, white as satin, and perfect
e rounded.
Y ..WelI, Mrs. Brown p
: "You are sure the fowl will be nice
: roasted for dinner p
IS .4Quite sure
m ''And the creams will be properly fl
ir vored ?''
g .'Certainly-I saw to them myself.
D. 81 wouldn't have anything happ'
wrong for ten dollars. - said Mrs. Brow
/; solemnly. "You see it's Mr.. Smith
re first visit here, and so much depends
first impressions. O, by the way,
to you know if Desire has ironed Miss A
y astasia's white muslin %
r, Il saw her carry it up stairs"
ooh, very we'll You see, Becky
~ said Mrs. Brown, growing confdenti;
s.Mr. Smith and Stasia are sort o. rel;
ed-my brothers second wife's eous
was his uncle's step mother-and if
v should take fancy to her It's j.
like what's always happenin' in move
en- and the child couldn't hardly sleep !;
night, thinkin' what might happen +
ng A very pretty picture she made. M
ly uneonsciously, the sunshine sitting tn
We a tremulous canopy of soft green lea'
on upon the disordered silky curls, a
lot touching her fair forehead with ii
nd shafts of gold, while the flush of heat
her cheek and little mouth, redder th
the reddasf cherry on the old tree ov