Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1884-05-08
RELLA'S LOVER.
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From the Philadelphia Evening Call
aTIl seek her through the whole city
until find herl What q dear girl she
must i,e!9 said Tom 6leden, - be took
from his vest pocket a small parcel tied
with a blue ribbon, which he proceeded
TO vpclose. There, within the folds Of
soft tissue paper, lay one 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, il she be heart free, shall
be my wifel ] swear it-or 1 will die a
bachelor"
Tom had spent the evening at a ball
given in an old-fashioned house belong
ing To one 81 his friends. AS he passed
down from the dressing room, through
q long corridor. q small object lying on
the carpet under the gashghhtt attracted
his attention and he Immediately made
il his own. II was the tiny white glove,
thrown down there as though the fair
owner had meant il as aehsllenge to the
finder to seek out It's fellow. Tom took
il up with TIE most delicate Of touches.
II was as soft as a rose-leaf and still re-
tanned the shape Of the hand that had
worn il. 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
.nents, all lighted up with gas Jets and
g~littering with the sheen of satin and
diamonds. He stood for a 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 q symmetry OF
form or a superior style of beauty the
owner of his treasure trove. He went
from room 10 room, and every dancer
passed before him, yet he saw none who
could have worn that little glove. There
were but three ungloyed ladies, aud
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 oyer q fascinating
picture his fancy was painting of his
beautiful unknown.
As o as Tom awoke the next NOM
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
il and fell upon the floor, where il 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 il on the tip Of his little finger,
where it seemed TO nestle as II sent out
brilliant flashes of all the colors ofthe
rainbow. What should he do? The
glove. so dearto him was only q baga-
telle, but the possession of this costly
jewel was quite q different thing.
Should he advertise IL? Note thou
sand times no! What sacrifice Ill the
fair castles he had been building-sacri-
fee the prospect Of obtaining q precious
little wife under such glorious circum-
stances? He had not so much self de-
NAL. He would wait for further de-
veiopments. 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 q great favorite With
the ladies. When he returned to NAL
den he found his card receiver filed
with pretty scented notes of invitation
to various entertainments. One ofthese
was for that very night, and he deter
mined to accept ii at once, as il 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
t%ranspired concerning il during his alb
sence as there?
Tom made his toilet with great care
that evening. He was a long time about
il, too, for he thought, as he once more
caressed the tiny glove and placed il
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 al
the door Of the dancing room. II 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 oar last
party, but played the part Of locker. on
throughout the evening. You viii not
escape me tonight, though"
He drew Toms arm within his own as
he spoke and led him across the room 10
a lovely young girl scarcely more than a
child in years, Miss Isabella Tremaius.
from Westmoreland, to whom he repre-
sented Tom aS a partner.
Although Toms thoughts were so
engrossed with his ideal love that other
ladies' had no charm for him, this little
g1ri won him even from his chimera.
Was it the familiar scent Of the roses az
her breast-knot lingering about her
that so fascinated him? Or WAS II the
diminutiye little hand, sparkling with
Jewels. so warm and soft, that fingered
IN his as he led her TO a seat in an al.
cove after the waltz was over.
Mamma thinks l am lost. Mr.. Sell
den" said Isabella, as she drew mart of
a curtain before her, hiding herself n
its folds. "See how she Is seanning
every face to find mine?s,
She pointed toward a lady who WA.
approaching them.
Your mamma, did you say? WHY
she is an old acquaintance OF mine: we
pent q delightful summer together AZ
Long Branch. hope she still remem.
be:s me-"
Tom went forward to meet the lady
when acordial grasp of tks hand showed
that their friendship was not forgotten
on her part :,
you hre d good for dothing little
girl, Bel" Mrs Tfemaihe said, as She
tapped her daughter on the shoulder
with her fan. you have been runn;no
away from me all the EVENING" AZ
down, Mr.. Seldep surely the sofa il
large enough for three, and / want IN
chat with you awhile. Bella, where are
your Gloves Why do you take them
from your hands,
~ sBecause / do not ike "a NAL, n~s.