Huntington advertiser. [volume] (Huntington, W. Va.) 1874-1921, 1875-02-18
FOR the ADVERTISER.
THE BRIDAL GLOVES.
BY ECILAS.

! BY EcILAs.
| There was TO- have been a ball at
Kingston, ana Charlie had asked me
to 90. Charlie was my sweetheart,
and | was his, and so Of course, we
we're well content to go together.
He was a handsome fellow, with pure,
beautiful grey eyes and hair brown
and glossy, which grew high on the
clear cut forehead. Charlie had not
asked me to be his wife, but ! knew
lust as well rs could be, that he had
fully resolved to do so. ard | like
wise had made M NY mind as to the
answer he was to receive. Charlie
came 10 ne, the morning previous TO
the ball, and said, that owing to Il
death, or sickness, in one of Kingston
families, the fcte had been postponed.
! This did not trouble US much, for
would we not spend it together?
That evening, as we sat talking III
the dear old Linden parlor, Charlie
drew from his pocket the white Kid
gloves that he had meant for the
ball, and tossed them 20 me, saying
keep them Katie dear, | may need
them sometime:' Iplaced them III
the card receiver, which stood on the
little bnhl table. with sigh, ! can
remember, that our first party, which
we were u have attended together,
had been af4i.uro \ lew evenings
later, as we stood by the vine shadow-
ed window, Charlie Brandon asked
me to be lis bride. loved him
truly, and frankly tod him SO.
When the June roses came again,
we were to have been married.
You will indeed need the white
gloves | said gaily, "how romantic
that they will he yorn on 80 dltter-
ent an occasion than that for which
they were intended Charlie laugh
ed and said-"Ycs they >a.A be my
bridal gloves" placed them al
terwardS, among my orange flowers
and my wedding veil. The month
of roses came, and The flowers came
forth in their beautiful bloom, while
the starry eyed lorget-me-nots, and
golden bu;ter-cups, made all the
Beautiful landscape clad. But Char
lie was sick, sick unto death, and on
the day that we were to have been
wed. MY darling died. With blind
ing tears, in my dumb, wild pain, !
drew, on, erst loving hands, the Jri-
| dd giores. | folded the ice cold
palms, above the heart that had been
So true, so true, TO me, but now ever
si!cat ard Sill forever y wrinkled
faded women sits, with folded
hands, before the same vine cover
ell windoa' and recalls to mind ,ic
dear, dead, past, when Charlie ask
ell me to be his bride. | cannot re-
member, tlat Charlie, too would
have been old, and faded, were he
ROW By my side, the memory OF that
oiden time causes my heart to beat
so fast and loud, till forget that
the hand th.t holds this cluster Of
! foreetmc-nots and buttercups, Is
less steady than when | plightcd my
troth to him, and that the bonnie
brown braia~, he used to praise, are
( threaded with silver line. All that
remains to me now, is thv carefully
tended spot, where sleeps my beloved
( bridegroom, and his spirit waits be
yond at the golden gates, to welcome
Inc to the land, that shall be our
eternal Parade. | know that the
spirit cannot grow old in that other
cline, bat he will not see the silver
| lines in mg once brown hair, OF fur
rows in my once 'oo'th brow. while
his hands viii Gasp ,ay own, and
the waters Of cteu4l life vii give
me my youth a. -an. "He giveth
Ills beloved, sleep, aat beyond that
transitory rc-t, the.e is Il life, that
mo man knows but hath seen the
Father"