Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1885-03-07

on enrd Irrespective of figures. believe these
ro How .5 persistent you are, Mr.. Bywell! 1tell
But But, seriously. you cannot be sure with
Ut Trying them one Well, suppose haze tried
You, Lady Jakee Impossibler'
| ies, have. And as you seem so much sur
| pr1sed IN tell you how 1t happened One day
went into my maids room and saw her box
o sbe a. II contained her colored things which
| She is not wearing. On the top OF them lay q
lovely pair of long Suede gloves. One doesn't
| expect ones servants, you know, to wear such
talres had just come into fashion when my poor
husband ,rasn died, so have never been able to
And you tried on this glove-just to see how
tan mousquetaires would suit your" he in
CURED, with an eagerness he could not repress.
dld; for that reason partly. And for
dIn np. thought. my hand was less than
Try this on now, dear Lady Jalses. Tooblige
me- Dor
laughing and blushing, she complied, scarcely
noticing that he slipped the ring upon her finger
The glove was too large, as she had said. He
aappeaIed about to button it. and leaned over
towards the d5or Snfn Take t off he
erred as though fearful of some one appearing
1t was false alarm, but one that answered
hope.
The glove was pulled off with all the haste he
could desire. Mr.. Bywell pointed to her hand.
~ here on earth is my ring?' she asked.
Without speaking, he turned it out of the
thifd finger of the glove.
But this was not enough for Mr. Bywell. He
waited Tor the lady to say something more.
III Is the most extraordinary thing L ever
heard Of" she exclaimed, flushed and breath
less with excitement. .'It is exactly what must
have happened when tried on that glove in
my maid 5 room. remember pulling it of in
Just such haste, thinking l heard somebody
coming and not wishing to be caught. The ring
was always little large for me- It must have
never missed
it until to-day; though firmly believed had
jon a~h IS wde MY 9fns So
THANK you, Lady Jakes. have won my
WAGER, he said, quietly, with a look of intense
send for-NIiss Johnson. The communication
had to make to you must be made in her pres
ence"
While Lady Jalzes sent for her maid Mr. BY
well paced mp and down the room, his eyes
fixed on the carpet, his lips compressed, and
his appearance generally betokening that he
neither desired to speak nor to be spoken to.
Al last the door opened, and Margaret-very
" hen, however, she perceived who was with
laky Jakes, her face became suffused with
bushes; she drew back as though about to leave
side.
Courage, my dear" he whispered. Then
| aloud, and taking her hand in his: Lady
Jazes, came here this evening to claim my
promised bride. My uncle-on whom from boy
hood l have been dependent-refused to &C.
knowledge me as his heir if 1 married my old
tutor daughter. This dear girl wrote me a
a brief note bidding me farewell; and rather
than blight, as she supposed, my worldly pros
poets she left her native place, and, being poor
soughta situation. believing thus to raise an
lnsurmountable barrier between US. This was
at my uncle's tnstigation and by his help. His
opposition now is ended
lie paused. Margaret raised her eyes to his
Wonderingly-the look of love and Joy in them
she could not hide. Your uncle at last con-
sentS?' she asked.
u had news this morning Of his DEATH" was
| the reply.
Lady Jakes, enchanted with this denoue-
ment, kissed Margaret impulsively, forcing her
into chair beside her while she recounted with
| genuine feeling how the mistake about the
ring had occurred.
- shall never Ike tan Suede mousauetaires
AGAIN. she added, With a sigh that was almost
a sob.
Pray do not blame those Gloves" said Mr.
ByWeii, smiling. II gave them 10 Margaret.
The accident might have happened with any
other kind
There remains nothing more to add, except
that Margaret Johnson shortly afterwards
married To Mr.. Bywell; that Lady Jakes, dis
carding her mourning, was present at the we'd
ding and that this story is a true one-The
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