Omaha daily bee., 1883-10-30
how BELLA FOUND A LOVER,
vrItten for Tho Evening Call by clar, Bishop.

Il III seek ner through the wnOle city
until l find herr What a dear girl she
must bel' SAID Tom Selden, as he took
from his vest pocket q small parcel tied
with a blue ribbon, which he proceeded to
unloose. There, within folds of soft tbs.
sue paper, lay one of the tiniest of en-.
broidered gloves, redolent of the scent
of loses, which he pressed TO his lips.
YES" he continued, "the owner of this
glove, if she be heart free, shall be my
wifel swear tor | will die a bach
elor!'
Tom had spent the evening at a ball
given in an oid-fashioned house belong
ing to ono of his friends. As he passed
down from the dressing-room, through a
long corridor, a small object lying on the
the carpet under the gaslight attracted
his attention and he instantly made it his
W 1t was the tiny white glove, thrown
down there as though the fair owner had
meant it for a challenge to the finder to
seek out its fellow. Tom took it up with
the most delicate of touches. 1t was as
soft as rose-leaf aud still retained the
shape of the hand hat had worn it He
hid it in the bosom of his vest, where all
the evening it had lain against his heart.
Tom proceeded to the dancing apart
ments, all lighted up with gas jets and
glittering with the sheen of satin and dia.
monds. He stood for a moment at the
door gazing with admiration upon the
scene, but the glove within his bosom
like a sentinel thing whispered to him of
its owner, and he entered the rooms, not
to partake of the amusement, although he
was particularly fond of it, but to stand
and watch the dancers to discover if pos
sible by a symmetry of or a Superior style
of beauty the owner of his tressure-trove.
He went from room to room, yet he saw
none that could have worn that little
glove. There were but three ungloved
ladies, and their hands could never have
worn the toy in his possession. Tom
prosecuted his search with untiring vigil
ance until the rooms were empty, but
without succesa, and the light of day was
streaking the horizon as he returned
home, bordering as he went over a fasci-
mating picture his fancy was painting of
his beautiful unknown.
AS soon as Tom awoke the next morn.
ing his thoughts again took up the subject
of the lost glove, and hoping to find "a
name inscribed within it that might guide
him to the owner, he attempted to turn
a part of the inside outward, when q dia-
mond ring rolled from in and fell upon
the floor, where it lay sparkling ina ray of
sunlight that had found its way through
the white drapery of his window.
Tom was struck with CONSERVATION.
He lifted the ring fromthetloor and placed
1t on the tip of his little finger, where it
seemed to nestle as it sent out brilliant
flashes of all the colors of the rainbow.
What should he do? The glove so dear to
him was only a bagatelle, but the posses
sion of this costly jewel was quite q differ
ent thing Should he advertise it2 No!
a thousand times no! What! sacrifice all
the fair castles he had been building
sacrifice the prospect of obtaining a pre-
cious little wife under such glorious cir
cumstances2 He had not 80 much self
denial. He would wait for further devel-
Opments.
Tom Selden was a Government official
and for the next month his duties called
him to Washington. Tom was a hand
some young fellow of good address and a
great Ia sorite with the ladies'. When he
returned to Maiden he found his card
receiver filed with pretty scented notes
of invitations to various entertainments.
One of these was for that very night and
was for another dancing party at the same
house where he had found his precious
glove. He felt oppressed with thoughts of
the jewel in his hands, and where would
he be so likely to hear if anything had
TRANSFERRED concerning itduring his absence
as there2
Tom made his toilet with great care
that evening. He was a long time
about it, too, for he thought as he once
more caressed the tiny glove and
placed it again in his bosom, "Who can
tell but that l may meet my fate to-
SLOW are you, old fellowl" cried Harry
Evelyn, as he grasped Toms hand at the
door of the dancing room. 81 am glad to
see you at home again. Do you know you
are losing your prestige with all the young
ladies of our town2 They say you did not
dance at all at our last party, but played
the part of a looker.cn throughout the
evening. You will not escape me tonight,
thought"
He drew Toms arm within his own
as he spoke and led him across the
room to a lovely young girl, scarcely
more than a child in years, Miss
Isabelle Tremaine, from Westmore.
land, to whom he presented Tom Us a
partner.
Although Toms thoughts were 30 en-
crossed with his ideal love that other
ladies had no charm for him this little girl
won him even from his chimcra. Was it
the familiar scent of the roses of her
breast-knot lingering about her that 30
fascinated him2 Or was it the diminutive
little hand, sparkling with jewels, 80 warm
and soft, that fingered in his as he led
her to a seat in an alcove after the waltz
was over2
Mamma thinks / am lost, Mr.. Selden,"
said Isabelle, as she drew part of a curtain
before her, hiding herself in its folds.
''See how she is scanning every face to
find mine!"
She pointed toward lady who was APP
preaching them.
"Your mamma, did you say7 Why she
is an old acquaintance of mine; we spent
a delightful summer together once at
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