The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1875-12-11
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and brightest 1 have been in q dilemma
all my life. But I've always meant to,
and my intention Is stronger than ever
since the day picked mp my little patch
ed glove In Broadway In front OF Stew
arts.
feel convinced that the owner OF
that glove Is the wife for me. wear
1t next to my heart. Silly2 Not bit OF
1t. No single man could help wearing
a glove like that near bis heart. ir.
Five and half, pretty mouse-color ;
every finger well filed out, scarcely
crease In them-she must be plump ; a
faint smell OF rose Gas o general thing,
with the exception OF honest Cologne,
detest perfumes. but II l can endure.
any, It Is rose, calling to mind, as It
does, bees, butterfys, flowers, and all
that sort Of thing), and the cunningest
patch In the palm OF the hand. go
Now Id never seen patch In glove
before, so 1t struck me- rs something odd,
and examined 1t 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 tte glove, that she was constant,
true to one shade. .... ...,.
Then imagined her personal ap-
pearances. Solf brown eyes, chestnut
hair, slight but plump figure, feet to
oriespond with her Enthusiastically
graceful and althgether very attractive.
"I'll wager she sings, plays and
dances well," said TO myself In con-
clusion: sis not rich or she would not
patch her glove, or poor, or she would
not wear kids" ..f....... I
must find her.
All very well to so say, but how to
fnd2 A personal IL It meet her soft,
brown eyes, would frighten so modest
little creature, and she would be likely
to hide herself instead Of allowing her
self to be found. ''''
Shall show my treasure to my
neices, and ask II they can give me any
clue to the original possessor .f9,
Pshaw the teasing things would
make no end Of fun Of me.
BY jove where have my wits been :?
III see what Mrs. Midget says about H.
She's by far the most sensibls woman
Of my acquaintance, and very sympa-
thetic, and Is at this moment sitting
alone In the dlning-room In a low rock
ing chair, with a giant work-basket by
her side and heap Of stockings In her
lap. .-. rj-.. .-....
"There my dear Mrs. Midget, Is the
glove. You will see at once that it is
all my fancy painted it !" and I placed
1t In the landlady's little hand. vi.
Over went the big work-basket on
the floor as Mrs. Midget throwing her
self back In q paroxysm Of laughter,
came nearly going over too, her absurd
ly small feet kicking wildly In the air
for a moment, until had restored the
rockingham to Its equilibrium.
"Shall pick up the things, Mrs.
Midget 2" said /, as soon as she ceased
laughing, rather put out, to tell the
truth, by her strange conduct,so unlik d
the sympathy had expected.
" Yes-nO-it you please-I don't
care" stammered Mrs. Midget, In q
voice very different from her everyday
one, and with the l0yeliest rose color in
her cheeks. as thought SO detected
the fragrance Of rose apparently emana-
ting from q spool of thread held Ia my
hand, and remembered the glove.
Did you drop the glove, Mrs. Mid
get 2" asked seriously.
No." replied she, opening wee
hand, and showing it, crumpled into q
little heap. ....t .......
Take it, and oh please say no