Arizona weekly enterprise., 1882-07-29
BELlA'S GLOVE.


 "Well, girls, what shall we do to lay?"
 It was on tue broad piazza of the Baden Baden Springs, one of the sum- mer hostelries in the Santa Cruz mount aims. Not man to be seen-the long piazza was vista of skirts. At one end sat the rlatrons, either doing some one of those numberless things called ''fancy- work" or else retailing their household troubles. At the other sat the young ladies, some with novels in their laps, some idle. They were gag ing listlessly across the garden to the disused croquet ground. No one said, "Let's play croquet" No. indeed, there had been pitched battle on the croquet ground the day before. Miss Helen Vim had remarked that she named no names, but when person was wired she did not think it fair for her to move her ball when the others were not looking. Upon this Miss Tillie Robert son had burst into tears, and said that Miss Vim was "a hateful thing" Miss Carrie Runner, partner to her of the tears, immediately laid down her mallet with great dignity, and ostentatiously escorted Miss Robertson from the ground, saying, "There, now, Tillie. "Never mind them" etc., all of which was inexpressibly goading to the other side.
 By way of showing the two seceders how unnecessary they were, two other ladies took their places, and the game for while was conducted in the smooth est manner, and the conversation in sugared tones. From the fact, however, that they came home in four different directions 1t is supposed that something went wrong. John, whose duty it was to put away the maliets and balls>after the ladies used the ground, related, on his return to the kitchen, that he found "them there mallets scattered all over creation, jest where them gals flung 'em when the game bust up." No, although they had all "made up" since, the influences upon the whole were not favorable to that game which stirs the feminine soul so deeply. By the way, was the woman ever born who would not cheat at croquet if she got chance?
 "Well, girls, what shall we do to- day? It was Bella Chester who spoke. Now Bella had not been mixed up in the quarrel of the day before If there was any one thing she did not care for, it was croquet without gentlemen. It is unnecessary, then, to tell you that she was coquettlsh. But she was pretty, too, was Belia-bewitchingly pretty. And yet she was not so pretty that other women did not like her, for they did. There are two kinds of pretty women.
 "Let's go to the springs" said Helen Vim, "and watch them bottling the waters"
 "Pshawl" said Bella, "there's only m old man and a boy there. Girls" she went on, "I have an idea. How far Is it from here to Santa Maria Col lege?"
 "About six miles" said Helen.
 "Then I'll tell you what let's do. We'll have the rockaway team hitched up, and get John to drive us over there. It's vacation time now, and the students have gone. We'll have the monks show us all over the buildings, the mission church and everything"
 "They're not monks" said Carrie Gunner, with an air of wisdom (Miss
 Sumner was Catholic), "they are 'athers."
 "Well, I'd like to know what the diff terence is, said Miss Bella, briskly.
 "I-don't-know," said Miss Carrie, weakening; "but you must call them fathers, anyway"
 "Tll call them anything they like, ' said Miss Bella. "But come, girls let's go and get ready"
 In fifteen minutes five of the girls
 were all ready. They had simply put
 on immense straw hats and very ugl
 clusters. Their gloves were veterans
 their shoes substantial, but not beauti
 ful. In short, they were attired as sen sible girls should be for ride ovas California road in summer. But the minutes passed, and Bell did not come. John chewed tobacco and soothed his impatient horses as the licked the flies from of their backs an paved the ground. John was never i'm patient. A sweet and tender restful ness filled his sonl when he was waitin for ladies. He had driven around water ing-places for many years, had John. At last she came. A simultaneou cry arose.
 Why, what ever has kept you S , long ?"
 5 Suddenly Helen exclaimed: "Wel
 1 declare! If that girl hasn't gone an ; changed her dress P
 q Yes, and fixed her hair p "And put on a clean pair of gloves! And changed her boots r' . It was all true. Miss Bella had er : deavored to shroud these treasons in he duster and hat, but it was useless. Sh : was indeed a pretty sight as she stoo t there, with one dainty foot upon th
 step. Even John was moved. He rt , fectively spat on the nigh side, an made room for her to sit by him. NII . c Bella sprang into the seat. John WE i. better than nothing. And, as they spu : along the road, she laughed at his vel
 worn stories, admired his skill as dri'
 CT, and when he turned to look at ht e would drop her eyes. And John? Vel V he chewed tobacco. 'Tis wonderful ! soothing, in any form, is the maligne
 weed.
 = At last the little town was reache, , and John dashed mp to the college gatt in style. The ladies descended, crosse \ the wide and dreary-looking campu and applied for permission to see the O. mission church aud the college bull, q ings. It was granted them, and an o
 ive-skinped ifaian priest was dctailt to sh"~ tie;n over the place. He Vi a gentlv aud cuH,iao.is in manner. han