Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1875-10-16

Midget always has posy ready for me
in summertime, which she pins into my
button hole with her own fair hands
and assure you it's not at all unpleas-
ant to havs her standing on the tip of
her toes to reach it, with her small
round head just touching my ehinl, and
the fair sex.
Yes, old bachelor as am, love,
and always have loved, the fair sex ; and
1 really think it is because 1 love them
so well L still remain unmarried. /
never could make up my mind that one
of all those 1 admired was prettier,
brighter, and sweeter than the others,
and as I wanted the sweetest. prettiest,
and brightest, 1 have been in a
dilemma all my life. But I've always
meant to, and my intention is stronger
than ever since the day picked up q
little patched glovein Broadway in front
of Stewards.
feel convinced that the owner of that
glove is the wife for me. wear it next
my heart. Silly9 Not bit of it. No
single man could help wearing a glove
like that near his heart.
Five and half, a pretty mouse color
every finger will filed out, scarcely q
crease in them-she must be plump q
faint smell of rose Gas general thing,
with the exception of honest cologne, ]
detest perfumes, but if I can endure
any, it is rose, calling to mind, as ii
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 a patch in a glove
before, so it struck me as something odd,
and examined it critically. The man
ner 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 I imagined her personal ap-
pearance: soft brown eyes, chestnut hair,
slight but plump figure, feet to cores
pond with her Enthusiastically grace
full and altogether very attractive.
"I'll wager she sings, plays, and
dances well" 1 said to myself, in con-
clusion; " is not rich, or she would not
patch her glove, or poor, or she would
not wear kids"
/ must find her
All very well to say, but how to find
herr A personal, if it met her soft
brown eyes, would frighten SO modest a
little creature, and she would be likely
to hide herself instead of allowing her
self to be found.
Shall show my treasure to my nieces,
and ask if they can give me any clew to
the original possessorG
Pshaw the teasing things would
make no end of fun of me.
By Jove where have my wits been ?
I'll see what Mrs. Midget says about it.
She's by far the most sensible woman
of my acquaintance, and very sympa-
thetic, and is at this moment sitting
alone in the dining room in low rock
ngchair, with giant work basket by
her side and 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 basket on the
floor, as Mrs. Midget, throwing herself
back in a paroxysm of laughter, came
} near going over too, her absurdly small
feet kicking wildly in the air for mo-
ment, until I had restored the rocking
chair to its equilibrium.
"Shal I pick up the things, Mrs.
. Midget 2" said I, as soon as she ceased
laughing, rather put out, to tell the
truth, by her strange conduct, so unlike
the sympathy had expected.
"Yes-no-if you please-I don't
care," stammered Mrs. Midget, in q
, voice very different from her everyday
one, and with the loveliest rose-color in
her cheeks. AS thought SO detected
the fragrance of rose apparently emana
ting from spool of thread / held in my
, hand, and remembered the glove.
} "Did you drop the glove, Mrs. Mid
get 2" asked I, seriously.
"No," replied she, opening a wee
hand, and showing it, crumpled into 6
! little heap, "Take it, and oh please
. say no more about it. It's too-too-
too ridiculousl" and off she went
again.
"Mrs. Midget said I, "what arc
> you laughing at 2"
3 " suddenly thought of man / SOW
) at the circus" said she, with saucy
look 1 had never seen before in hel
blue eyes.
l "I'm convinced you know the owner
= of the glove" said I. "It's an ole
maid whom nature has sought to com
| pensate for lack of other charms by Civ
/ ing her perfect hand, or a grandmoth
| er who still wears five and half, though
. her complexion has fed and hair de
! parted. You know-I'm sure of it
7 and though you completely shatter m.
r beautiful dream, you must tell me.
3 And in my excitement I-quite uninten
9 tionally-put my arm around her slende
r | nuniot