The Warner weekly sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1885, 1884-05-09
BELLA'S LOVER.
from the Philadelphia Evening Can.

from his vest pocket a small parcel tied
with a blue ribbon, which he proceeded
to vnclose. There, within the folds OF
soft tissue paper, lay of the tiniest
of embroidered gloves, redolent of the
scent of roses, which he pressed to his
lips. Eyes" he continued, "the owner
of this glove, if she be heart free, shall
be my wife! I swear it-or will die a
bachelor"
Tom had spent the evening at a ball
given in an old-fashioned house belong
ing to one of his friends. As he passed
down from the dressing room, through
a long corridor, a small object lying on
the carpet under the gaslight attracted
his attention and he immediately made
it his own. 1t was the tiny white glove,
thrown down there as though the fair
owner had meant it as achallenget to the
finder to seek out its fellow. Tom took
it up with the most delicate Of touches.
1t was as soft as a rose-leaf and still re-
tanned the shape Of the hand that had
worn it. He hid it in the bosom of his
vest, where all the evening it had lain
against his heart.
Gom proceeded to the dancing apart
ments, all lighted up with gas jets and
glittering with the sheen of satin and
diamonds. He stood for q moment
at the door, gazing with admiration up
on the scene, but the glove within his
bosom like a sentient 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 possible by d symmetry of
form or a superior style of beauty the
owner of his treasure troye. He went
from room to room, and every dancer
passed before him, yet he saw who
could have worn that little glove. There
were but three ungloyed ladies, and
their hands could never have worn the
toy in his possession. Tom prosecuted
his search with untiring vigilance until
the rooms were empty, but without sue
cess, and the light of day was streaking
the horizon as he returned home, pom
dering as he went over a fascinating
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 the name inscribed within it that
might guide him to the owner, he at
tempted to turn a part of the inside out
ward, when a diamond ring rolled from
it and fell upon the floor, where it lay
sparkling in array of sunlight that found
its way through the white drapery of
his window.
Tom was struck with CONSERVATION.
He lifted the ring from the floor and
placed it on the tip of his little finger,
where it seemed to nestle as it sent out
brilliant flashes of all the colors ofthe
rainbow. What should he do? The
glove Sc dear to hin. was On s. g 5aSa-
telle, but the possession of this costly
jewel was quite q different thing.
Should he advertise it? MOI a thou
sand times no! What sacrifice all the
fair castles he had been bnilding-sacri-
flee the prospect of obtaining a precious
little wife under such glorious circum-
stances? He had not so much self de-
NAL. He would wait for further de-
velopments. Tom Selden was a gov
erment official, and for the next month
his duties called him to Washington.
Tom was a handsome young fellow OF
good address and a great ~favorite with
the ladies. When he returned to NAL
den he found his card-receiver filled
with pretty scented notes of invitation
to various entertainments. One ofthese
was for that very night, and he deter
mined to accept it at once, as it was for
another dancing party at the same house
where he had found his precions glove.
He felt oppressed with thoughts: OF the
jewel in his hands, and where would
he be likely to hear If anything had
transpired concerning it during his alb
sence as there?
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 / may meet my fate tonight"
"How are You old fellow ? cried Harry
Evelyn, as he grasped Toms hand at
the door of the dancing room. Il am
glad tn see you at home again. Do you
know you are losing your prestige with
all the young ladies of our town? They
say you did not dance at all at our last
party, but played the part of looker-on
throughout the evening. You viii not
escape me tonight, though"
He drew Toms arm within his " as
he spoke and led him across the roomto
q lovely young girl scarcely more than g
child in years, Miss Isabella Tremaine,
from WosfmoraIand "a whom he repre-