Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1875-10-14


have been in a dilemma all my life But
I've always meant to, and my intention is
stronger than ever since the day l picked
up the little patched glove in Broadway in
front of Stewards.
feel convinced that the owner Of that
glove is the wife for me- | wear it next
my heart. Silly: Not bit of it, No sin
gle man could help wearing a glove like
that near his heart
Five and a half, a pretty mouse-color;
every finger we'll filled out, scarcely
crease in them-she must be plump; a
faint smell of rose (as general thing,
with the exception of honest Cologne, |
detest perfumes. but if can endure any
it is rose, calling to mind, as 1t does, bees,
butterflies, flowers, and all that sort of
thing), and the cunningest patch in the
palm of the hand.
Now I'd never seen patch in glove
before, SO ii struck me as something odd,
and l examined it critically. The manner
in which that patch was sewed in told
me the wearer of the glove was neat and
methodical; the fine silken stitches used
in sewing that patch in, that she was
dainty; the fact that the color of the patch
exactly matched that OF the glove, that she
was constant, true to one shade.
Then imagined her personal appear
ance Soft brown eyes, chestnut hair,
slight but plump figure, feet to correspond
with her Enthusiastically graceful and,
altogether, very attractive.
"I'll wager she sings, plays and dances
well, said to myself in conclusion is
not rich, or she would notpatch her glove;
or poor, or she would not wear kids"
must find her.
All very well to say, but how to find
her? A personal" if it met her soft
brown eyes, would brighten SO modest a
little creature, and she would be likely to
hide herself instead of allowing herself to
be found.
Shall show my treasure to my nicces
and ask if they can give me any clcw to
the original possessor?
Pshaw. the teasing things would make
no end of fun of me.
BY Joye where hare my wits been? III
see what Mrs Midget says about it. She's
by far the most sensible woman of my ac-
quaintance, and very sympathetic, and is
at this moment sitting alone in the dining
room in low rocking chair, with giant
work basket by her side and a heap Of
stockings in her lap.
"There, my dear Mrs. Midget, is the
glove. You will see at once that it is all
my fancy painted it." and | placed it in
the landlady's little hand.
Over went the big work-bashet on the
floor as Mrs. Midget, throwing herself
back in paroxysm of laughter, came
near going over too, her absurdly small
feet kicking wildly in the air for a mo-
ment, until had restored the rocking
chair to its equilibrium.
"Shall ! pick up the things, Mrs.
Midget? ~ said |, as soon as she ceased
laughing, rather put out to tell The truth,
by her strange conduct, SO unlike the
sympathy l had expected.
Yes-no-if you please-1 don't care"
stammered Mrs. Midget, in voice very
different from her everyday one, and with
the loveliest rose-coor in her cheeks. As
| thought so | detected the fragrance Of
rose apparently emanating from a spool
of thread held in my hand, and remem-
bered the glove.
did you drop the glove, Mrs. Midget ?"
asked !, seriously.
No" replied she, opening wee hand
and showing it, crumpled into little
heap. "Take it, and oh! please, say no
more about it. It's too-too-too ridicu
lousr and off she went again.
Mrs. Midget" said |, "what are you
laughing att"
II suddenly thought of a man l saw at
the circus" said she, with saucy look |
had never seen before in her blue eyes.
Pm convinced you know the owner
of the glove" said |. " It's an old maid
whom nature has sought to compensate
for lack of other charms by giving her
perfect hand, or a grandmother who still
wears five and half, though her COM
plexion has fled and hair departed. You
know-l'm sure of it; and, though you
completely shatter my beautiful dream,
you must tell me-" And in my excite
ment I-quite unintentionally--pu my
arm around her slender waist
well, if | must, | must,' said Mrs.
Midget Prepare for a fearful blow.
The gloge is naHe!n
Mrs Midget has ceased to be a widow,
and | am no lOnCer a bachelor -U1TDeC's