The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1879-05-22
ROMANCE OF A GLOVE.

ROMANCE OF A GLOVE.
A glove Yes; a little, soft-textured,
ing marks of having been worn but a few
times.
Now, to a young man, hardly twenty
years old, fresh from college, and in the
hight of Byronic phase (all collegians go
through the Byronic phase sooner or later)
such glove is food for a great deal of
sentimental contemplation. Therefore, /
picked up the little bit Of drygoods from
the rustic seat where it lay, and, sitting
down, turned it over and over in my hand
with a reverential air.
"A glove" murmufed 1, sOliloquizing,
."and woman's glove at that. She must
white hand, with taper fingers, and little
rosy dimples for knuckles."
Then 1 Disguised myself by involun-
tarily wondering if she kept her nails
clean.
The forefinger Of the glove was distend-
ed, below the middle, as if by ring. A
sharp stone setting had evidently produc-
ed an abrasion of the surface of the kid.
Probably a diamond" said 1 "now, if
there is anything / like it is to see dia-
mond on Il pretty forefinger-say black
first water The whiteness of the hand is
rendered still more brilliant by the black
of the ring; and the hard, crystalline gilt
ter of the Jewel makes the skin look soft
er, more unctuous."
By the size OF the roughened spot on
the glove-finger / conjectured that the dia-
mend in this case, if Il were diamond,
must be large one, a valuable one, worth,
perhaps, eighty or ninety dollars Then
I disguised myself again by the thought
that If that diamond were deposited with
one-third of my college debts.
"Oi why must the duties of the toilet
and the odious pressure of sordid money
matters intrude upon these subtle specula-
tions-these aesthetic reveries upon un.
known beautyr'
As pronounced these words half aloud,
heared cracking of dry branches and a
rustling of leaves near me.
"She comesw thought; 1.-The beauteous
divinity whose dainty hand hath worn this
glove. %! that were glove upon that
hand Prepare, my soul, for the vision
is now to burst upon my dazzled sightw
turned and heard an ominous sound
"E-e-e-hawgh-h -he-haw-he-haw
he-hawgh! !hawgh-awgh-aw- ~
And small donkey appeared through
an opening in the thicket. If had been
disguised with the unromantic tenor OF
my thoughts, what was / with this ami
mails drove the beast away, and again
sat down to the pleasing task of fancyins
what sort of woman the owner of the glove
might be.
'Small hands,"I argued-perhaps some
what illogically-"are always indication!
hands and feet are beautiful can be other
l wise than prepossessing. At all events
4 these points are proof of that refinemen
and personal elegance which are the sou
of physical beauty"
don't think that there is any use in he
ing ashamed of the absurtlities of one'
lyounger days. l wouldn't do so now,
know, but in those times l wore my hal
very long and sported immense roll-ove
collars, which also don't do now. So
when say that l finished my meditation
by falling in love, neck and heels, will
the woman who owned that glove; o
rather, should say, with the ideal l pic
tured to myself as owning il, / do not wan
my readers to fancy that am fool now
nor even an extraordinary sentimenta
young man.
/ deposited the glove in the left side o
my vest front, next my shirt bosom, an,
left the little rustic seat with variety O
mingled emotions.
Every day, after that, sought the plac
in hopes of meeting the fair unknown, bu
in vain. The first day, 1 went early, an,
left two beautiful white roses, Just burst
ed, they were gone. The next day, tool
with me a splendid bouquet-the riches
my uucle's grand garden could furnish
That also disappeared, and a number o
fairy footprints around the seat, told m
that woman had found my offerings
And from the delicacy and smallness u
the footprints, i Judged that they wer
made by my inconnue-my unseen ina
morata. 1t would have been no very diff
Gilt matter to have waited a little, ant
thus to have caught glance of her. Blu
1 found myself so wrapped up in the re
nance of the mystery, that 1 hardly daret
to penetrate the veil.
Ono night, had few friends meet M
at my uncle's house, ana as was very ma
tural, 1--WE were all young men, the con
versation ran upon female beauty.
Speaking of girls" and my friend
Charley Proctor, who was spending tn
summer in D., according to his custom
al saw Miss Morley at church, last Sunda,
and 1 tell you she is exceedingly hand
some"
"Who is Miss Morleyy'' asked Gray, tn
divinity student, my former college chum
II
couple of days.
"She is the daughter of old Morley. tn
manufacturer, down at the other end o
the town. Pc has grown rich here, ant
wants to go to the Legislature. Yo,
know him, Cont yous" asked Proctor, ar
pealing to me
Yes, know him by sight Is this tn
daughter who has been abroad g'
"The same-Ada Morley-the only chill
and heiress to all the old gentleman's es
tate"
"You said she was beautiful 90
.As a rose. 1 couldn't help thinking O
Tennyson,s lines, in Maud
| she came TO the village church,
/ And sat by pillar alone.
"She was Just the next pew TO. ours, ant
and had one hand resting ON the pew-rai
1.-The prettiest hand ever saw, thinl
I-white-Lord how white! and plump
with rosy nails, and diamond ring on tn
forefnger."
NV heart leaped, and Proctor contin
ued:
"When saw her last, four years ago
she was a little girl in pantalettes; bu
now, bless you, she is tall, slender, grace
| full, and as pretty as woman can be ant
live, / intend to call on her with my sis
tiers and renew the acquaintance"
| l began to feel secretly envious of i'roc
tor, for my uncle belonged to the opposite
.set" from that in which the Morley
moved. He was fast, kept sideboart
and a race-horse; while old Mr. Morley
lenthis couHtenance to cOld-water Jubilee
and was circulating a petition for tn,
abolition of the whole institution Of thu
Il r,rf sv,t t1,au tot.