The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1884-05-16
BEILA'S LOVER.
From the Philadelphia Evening Call

HElN HAt oSOA nSk OhhOASA uAO Wl40lC SAUy
until / find her! What q dear girl she
must bel" said Tom Sleden, as he took
from his vest pocket q small parcel tied
with q blue ribbon, which he proceeded
to vnclose. There, within the folds of
soft tissue paper, lay n of the tiniest
of embroidered gloves, redolent Of the
scent of roses, which he pressed to his
lips. "Yes" he continued, "the owner
of this glove, if she be heart free, shall
be my wifel I swear tor Twill die a
bachelor!"
Tom had spent the evening at . ball
given in an old~-fashioned house belong
ing to one of his friends. As he passed
down from the dressing room, through
q 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
ownerh had meant it rs achallenge to the
finder to seek out its fellow. Tom took
it up with the most delicate Of touches.
Tt was MS 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.
Tom proceeded to the dancing apart
ments, all lighted up with gas Jets and
glittering 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 it's owner, and he entered the
rooms, not topartake ofthe amusement,
although he was particularly fond Of it,
but to stand and watch the dancers to
discover if possible by a symmetry of
form or q superior style of beauty the
owner of his treasure trove. He went
from room to room, and every dancer
passed before him, yet he saw none 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 s~treaking
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 inarayof 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 oil the colors of
rainbow. What should he do? The
glove so dear to him was only a baga-
telle, but the possession of this costly
jewel was quite a different thing.
Should he advertise it? No! a thou
sand times no! What! sacrifice all the
fair castles he had been building-sacri,
flee the prospect Of obtaining aprecious
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 O
good address anda great favorite witt
the ladies. When he returned to Nal
den he found his c~ard-receiver filled
with pretty scented notes of invitation
to various entertainments. One ofthes,
was for that very night, and he deter.
mined to accept it at once, as it was fol
another dancing party ut the same house
where he had found his precions glove
He felt oppressed with thoughts Of thu
jewel in his hands, and where woult
he be likely to hear if anything hat
t%ranspired concerning it during his alb
seIce as there?
Tom made his toilet with great car
that evening. He was a long time abou
it, too, for he thought, as ne once NOR
caressed the tiny glove and placed
again in his bosom, who can tell blu
that [ may meet my fate tonight"
Chow are you, old fellow ? cried Harr
Evelyn, as he grasped Toms hand q
the door of the dancing room. II al
glad tn see you at home again. Doyo
know you are losing your prestige wit
all the young ladies Of our town? The,
say you did not dance at all at our las
party, but played the part of locker o
throughout the evening. You will no
escape me tonight, though"
He drew Toms arm within his own q
he spoke and led him across the roomt
a lovely young girl scarcely more than
child in years, Miss Isabella Trsmaine
from Westmoreland, to whom he repre-
sented Tom a. a partner.
Although Toms thoughts We're s
engrossed with his ideal love that othe
ladies had no charm for him, this littl
girl won him even from his chimera
Was it the familiar scent of the roses O
her br~east-knot lingering about he
that so fascinated him? Or was it til
diminutive little hand, sparkling wit
jewels, SO warm and soft, that LINGERIE,
in his as he led her to q seat in an al
cove after the waltz was over.
Mamma thinks I am lost, Mr.. Sci
den," said Isabella. as she drew part G
a curtain before her, hiding herself il
its folds. "See how she is scannin,
every face to find mine?"
She pointed toward a lady who wa
approaching them.
"Your mamma, did you say? Wh,
she is an old acquaintance of mine; W
rank a I4J;nhkfv1 o,~roo %orokbor =
Long Branch. 1 hope she still remem
beers me-"
Tom went forward to meet the lady
when a cordial grasp o fthe hand shove,
that their friendship was not forgotten