Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-12-21

he don't come, nice time I'll have with
you. Look out for red eyes and Noses"
To which flippant remarks isis" listened
in dignified silence.
Not at all disconnected, Joe began
again "Look-a-helc, sis, I think--and as
you're an orphan, and I'm you're only
guardian 'cept auntie, and she don't
little attention to my opioions-1 think
it wasn't quite right for you not to an
swer Mr.. Lolliver' about that glove"
| "Don't say another word, Joe, on that
subject-not another word" Interrupted
Essie, her eyes flashing and her cheek
flushing. "How dare he insult me by
asking me such question? I'll never
answer it no, never. Horrid Jealous
old thing! And be always was, too ex-
excepting -because-I mustn't
look at anybody else. Let him stay
away. If he comes, won't see HIM"
A knock at the door. "There he is now"
with smile that looked wonderfully
hike glad one. 'Joe, don't you leave
the room."
Joe took chair and The Wonder of the
World again, and Essie hastily snatched
a handkerchief from the table, and began
to hem 1t, as she called out, in voice She
tried to make severe, "Come in"
1t qcas Ptolemy, heavy-eyed and grave
faced; and for the first time III ten years
he and Essie exchanged no "Merry
Christmas" on Christmas morning; but
in silence he flung his hat on the floor,
marched straight up to his betrothed,
captured the handkerchief, took her
round chin in his hand, and forced her to
look in his face. Then he asked, with
dreadful solemnity, "Did you give him
the glove, Esther?" No answer. The
pretty mouth was firmly shut, and look
of determination confronted HIM in the
full hazel eyes. "If you will not reply
to that question:
~ told you I wouldn't" murmured
Essie.
eff any absurd VOW, made in an angry
moment" he went on, "prevents your
speaking, show me the pair OF gloves,
and I'll say no more'
Essie put her hand into her pocket and
brought out one small glove Of dark in
describe hue.
"Great heavens! Then you did give It
to him." cried Ptolemy, releasing her
chin, dropping the handkerchief, and
striding wildly about the room. :'How
could you, Essie-how could you? After
I walked the streets for hours, and went
into five hundred and fifty stores -"
''Take off one, or half, or even a quar-
ter" said Joe, who, finding the lovers
quarrel still more interesting than 1.-THE
Pirates Ghost" had dropped that mar
velously constructed and cunously writ
ten story and was listening intently.
"-Looking," continued Ptolemy, "for
that particular shade which you said you
must have to match your mayonnaise. ,"
'Polonaise," corrected Essie, mildly.
"Deuce take it, I don't care what it
isl Numbered Ptolemy.
"But 1 do" said Essie, with great
gravity. II much prefer-as garment,
1 mean--a polonaise to mayonnaise;
tor although, suppose, in some far-off
lands the savage maidens might think a
combination Of well-bcaten eggs and
oil
"Bother!" interrupted Ptolemy. Glow
can you go on SO, when you know that
am wretched? And I Bought them at the
very place you told me to-Juglar S
though I'd forgotten the name and gone
into any number of places before came
to it. And now, after all my trouble
though that goes for nothing, for I'd do
a thousand times as much for you you
have given one of them to Arthur Godfrey.
And you won't explain. Perhaps you
can't explain. He may have bound you
to silence. Why don't you speak, Essie?
Confound the gloves! l wish I'd never
seen them. What shall do?
"Cut your JULIA" suggested Joe.
"Boy -" began. Ptolemy.
"Vile caitiff, would be BETTER" SAID
Joe.
The indignant lover cast a whitening
glance Of scorn at him, but Joe smiled
"child-like and bland" and didn't with
er bit.
"Esther," began Lolliver. again, "you
know how love you, you know how I've
loved you for years, and yet you never
gave me glove"
Il couldn't afford to- said Essie, in
nocently. II never had but two pairs of
kids a year, and thread gloves are not
| poetical, nor wooden ones either I might
| have given you lace mitten last sum
mcr, but didn't think of it.n
"a mittenn' cried he, choking with
rage: II understand you, I'll say no more.
l will be calm choking more than ever.
"It's all over. This Christmas, which
hoped would be the merriest, will be the
saddest of my life, and the New Year
Good.by."
"Sweetheart, goodby,' gently added
Joe.
Essle put her apron to her eyes and be-
gan to cry. ooh! oh! oh!' she sobbed,
''who would have dreamed of such a
thing? My Tol saying goodbye on
Christmas eay But you always we're
too jealous" taking the apron away a
moment to look reproachfully at him,
and don't know how I've endured YOU
so long," and up went the apron again
land I've worked your initials sob
''in my halr"-another- a silk hand
kerchief for you''-many sobs.
"You didn't give it to him cried Tol,
a ray ofhope darting into his face. 'Then
where isit?" no reply, only sobs behind
the apron. A shadow quickly succeeded
the ray. "Good-by, Essie, said Ptolemy,
the obstinate wretch. And as he turned
to leave the room carrying his head very
high, he stumbled over SNOWFALL, Essie;s
great white cat, and her especial pet.
who was coming in. with a mouse-no.
not mouse are not of dark, in
discribable color-but some small object
dangling from her mouth.
"Oh, my gracious! sis!' yelled Joe,
falling fiat on the floor in bis eagerness
to snatch the prize.
"What, Joe, what is it," cried Essie,
and down came the apron, leaving the
long, wonderful lashes glitterinr with |