The Dickinson press., 1885-01-17
BELLA'S LOVER.
SFrom the Philadelphia Evening Call

z "Ill seek her through the whole city
until find her! What a dear girl she
must bel" said Tom Sleden, as he took
from his vest pocket a small parcel tied
with o blue ribbon, which he proceeded
to vnclose. 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, if she be heart free, shall
be my wife! I swear it-or will die a
bachelor!"
Tom had spent the evening>a at a ball
given in al 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. It vas the tiny white glove,
thrown down there as though the fair
owner had meant it as achallenge to the
finder to seek out it's fellow. Tom took
it up with the most delicate of touches.
It 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.
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 q ~sentient thing whispered
to him of its owner, and he entered the
rooms, not topartake of the 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 a 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 ungloved 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 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 o part of the inside out
ward, when a diamond ring rolled from
it and fell upon the floor, where it lay
sparkling in a ray of sunlight that found
its way through the white drapery of
his window.
Torn wa 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 so dear to him was only a baga-
telle, but the possession of this costly
jewel was quite o different thing.
Should he advertise it? No! a thou
sand times no! What! sacrifice all the
fair castles hehal been building-sacri-
fee 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 o 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 of these
was for that very night, and he deter
mined to accept it at once, as it was fol
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 ma6o his toilet with great care
that evening. He was a long time abou'
it, too, for he thought, as he &C. more
caressed the tiny glove and placed i
again in his bosom, "Who can tell bu'
that [ may meet my fate tonight"
GLOW are you, old fellow? cried Harr,
Evelyn, as he grasped Toms hand a
the door of the dancing room. II an
glad til see you at home again. Doyo1
know you are losing your prestige will
all the young ladies Of our town? They
say you did not dance at all at our las
=. party, but played the part of locker OF
: throughout the evening. You will MOI
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 Tremaine
from Westmoreland, to whom he repre-
sented Tom as a partner.
z Although Toms thoughts were 81
: engrossed with his ideal love that othe1
Indies had no charm for him, this littl
girl won him ever from his chimera
Was it the familiar scent of the roses O
her breast-knot lingering about he
4. that SO fascinated him? Or was it til,
|. diminutive little hand, sparkling witt
Jewels, so warm and soft, that fingered
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 O
: q curtain before her, hiding herself il
! its folds. "See how she is scanning
every face to find mine?"
She pointed toward a lady who wa
:. approaching them.
w. nnYour mamma, did you say? VIII:
~ ' she is an old acquaintance of mine; W
pent delightful summer together a