The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1876-10-07


glove is the wife for me, wear it mex
to my heart. Silly? Not bit of it
No single man could help wearing GLOW
like that near his heart.
Five and half, pretty mouse color
every finger well filed out, scarcely
crease in them-sho must be plump
faint smell of rose las general thing
with the exception of honest cologne,
detest perfumes, but if l can endure any
it is rose, calling to my mind, as it does
bees, butterflies, flowers, and all that sor
of thing, and the cunningest patch in th,
palm of the hand.
Now I'd never seen patch in gloy,
before, go it struck me as something odd
and 1 examined it critically. The man
ner in which the patch was sewed in tolt
me the wearer Of the glove was neat ant
methodical /; and the fine silken stitche
used in sewing that patch in, that she wa
dainty; the fact that the color of tn,
patch exactly matched that of the glove
that she was constant and true to ont
shade.
Then imagined her personal appear
ance soft brown eyes, chestnut hair
slight plump figure, feet to correspond
with her Enthusiastically graceful ant
altogether very attractive.
III wager ahe sings, plays and dances
well, l said to myself, in conclusion il
not rich, or she would not patch hoi
glove, or poor, or she would not wcai
kids.
must find her.
All very well to say, but how to fad
ber2 A personal, il it met her soft
brown eyes, would frightcn so modest 4
little creature, and she would be likely tc
hide herself, instead of showing herself tc
be found
Shall L show my treasure to my niccos
and ask if they can give me any clcw tc
the original possessor
Pshaw the teasing things would make
no end of fun of me.
BY Jove where have my wits gone
I'll SEQ what Mrs. Midget says about it
She's by far the most sensible woman Of
my acquaintance, 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.
"Thcre 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 lady's little hand"
Over went the big work. basket 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 l had restored the rocking.
chair to its equilibrium.
"Shall pick up the things, Mrs. Mid
get ?" said |, as soon as she ceased laugh
ing rather put out, to tell the truth, by
her strange conduct. 80 unlike the sym.
pathy l expected.
"Yes-no-if you please don't
care" stammered Mrs Midget, in n voice
very different from her everyday one,
and with the loveliest rose color in her
cheeks. AS thought SO, l detected the
fragrance of rose apparently emanating
from spool of thread | held in my
hand, and remembered the glove.
"Did you drop the glove, Mrs. Midg.
et," asked l, seriously.
NO." replied she, opening a wee hand,
and showing it, crumpled into i little
heap Take it, and oh! please say no
more about it. It's too-too-too ride.
ulous !" and off she went again.
Mrs. Midget" said L, "what are you
laughing at 2"
81 suddenly thought of man | saw
at the circus" said she, with saucy
look | had never eeen before in her
bright blue eyes.
"I'm convinced you know the owner Of
tho glove" said /. "It's an old maid
whom nature has sought to compensate
for lack of other charms by giving her a
perfect hand, or a grandmother who still
wears five and half, though her com.
plexion has fled and hair departed. You
know of it I'm sure and although you
completely shatter my beautiful dream
you must tell me-" And in my excite.
ment I-quite unintentionally-put my
arm around her slender waist.
well, if must, | must" said Mrs.
Midget. prepare for fearful blow
The glove is mine ~
Mrs. Midget has ceased to be q widow
and am no longer bachelor.