Lewiston teller. [volume] (Lewiston, North Idaho) 1878-1900, 1890-07-10

"Matches, suppose .iush, believe
that you are playingc, joke Off on me-"
AID then she drew the box from the
lid, and saw within little crumpled,
stitfened, blood-stained kid glove,
AS the kid came into contact with
the palm other hand, she turned dead
ly white. A question seemed to form
itself on lip and eye, but no words
came
GLOW did it come there?" said Cap
tain Featherstonhaush, taking the
glove from her passive hand. "Why
don't you ask, Bertie?"
'"Tell me-" she said, simply.
"Of course you know how narrowly
escaped the massacre OF Isandlana?"
said Capt ain Featherstonhaugh. 1.-The
First battalion OF the second regiment
was, as you know, cut to pieces"
"Yes," said Miss Boscowitch, me-
chemically.
81 was sent with party of officers
to identity, if, possible, the slain" he
went on. "On the bare, bleak field
lay the bodies of a score of men had
known and loved. To identify them, for
the most part. was all but i'm possible
saw q Photograph of Lady My
ing near a wrecked train; picked up
g ring"
Captain Featherstonhaugh paused;
he put his right foot meditatively on
the fender, and cazed at the logs of
pine which were blazing merrily and
contrasting comfortably with the chill
autumnal light, which touched the
outside landscape with it's own pecul-
lar beauty. Miss Boscowitch had never
stirred from the position into which
she had sunk.
II found the glove" he continued,
meditatively, ''lying at the side of an
officer bathcd in blood. The name OF
the officer was"
Miss Boscowitch had risen with q
despairing cry.
"Was?" she easped.
| "What does it matter to you,
Bertie?" said Captain Featherston-
haugh. "Why do you look like this?
What possesses your"
But she caught his arm, and her eyes
sought his SO wildly, whilst her lips
repeated that one word WAS so en-
treatingly, that Captain Featherston-
haugh forgot his surprise and dawn
ing wrath in fear for her.
"Trelawny, he said, hastily.
"Trelawny!" As if reiteration were
needed. II knew it! felt it! Oh, my
love! This was my glover" she ex-
claimed, in deep emotion, and then
she fell back into therocking chair and
sobbed as il her heart would break.
Looking at the bowed figure OF the
girl before him, Captain Featherston.
haugh felt that strange mixture Olsen
timents which spring from sudden
shock Love and anger fought hard
for the mastery within him. He had
told her, but a little before, it would
only make her even dearer to him
Was it so? A surging, tempes
tuous passion of words came
sweeping upwards to his lips. Why
had she not told him the mystery
OF this glove? He moved away from
her, and gazed out with q mighty eli
fort, born OF n strong control.
On the rough, wild, solitary moor
lands which were stretching away fol
miles, a couple of large birds we're tax
ing lazy fight in that direction. HI
seemed to hear the beat OF their wings
He was taking in each detail of tn
well-known scene of his home life will
that sharpness of sense which is borl
of a new experience, whether OF pleas
ure or pain.
Between himself and this girl he s,
loved lay this small, white, blood
stained glove. Destiny had kept j
safely locked away in it's receptacle
to bring forth at the moment OF hi
newly-found Joy; to rob him OF it
sweetness, by the torture otthis sad ye
in some sort gracious memory.
1t was Miss Boscowitch who brok
, the stiffness that seemed to fill tn
room after the first wild paroxysm {
her grief had passed.
"The glove is mine," she said. brok
. emily. 81 gave it to Captain Trelav
ny, to whom was engaged, on tn
eve OF his departure for that terribl
! campaign. He was to keep it always
:; carry it into the field of battle, ane
= on his happy return, it was to be a
!. everlasting witness and badge OF GU
: love. had not forgotten; but ha
!. let the present overlay the past, all
o now, to-day, as if it were meant, l al
!, met on the very threshold OF you
+ home by this strange, haunting que
. ticn-How did it come there? l as
i it painfully, Hugh.-Why did it con
a there?"
Still not looking at Miss Boscowitcl
q Captain Featherstonhaugh moved an
. picked up the poor little glove. whie
il lay at her feet. Anger and love ha
- fought hard with him, and love had VIC
i the day.
:. "Did you really love him?" he aske
very sadly.
Z "Not as love you-oh, not as Ilo'
;. you," she cried, rising and clinging
;, him. IL thought loved him, Hug
:. but when l met you, then knew thu
. l had never really loved Arthur Tr'
i? awny.
- He bowed his tall form before he
!. perhaps in homage, perhaps to hi
the emotion which overpowered him
a "Bertie, will YOU let me keep Il
h glover" he whispered. sit shall
- sacred; shall bind us more closely t
70 gether Whether you loved him