Connecticut western news., 1890-05-14

luS IucuIOilCS, hCpI uS AAOAA OoAhS openly rude to little Peebles. l always felt that if there were no Peebles I might have had hope. So believe did the other boarders. Even the old married men, I fancy, had an idea that
 Had they met her in beauty, while their hearts
 and hands were free etc.
 All this, however, only came to know later, and that by the light of experience in women of Lefty Fay's type.
 Then I thought her an angel lost to me forever, and what wanted most was something she had worn, some relic to wear forever near my heart. I had resolved to leave Mrs. Gobble's house and to seek my fortune in some other city. Since Lefty twas anoth- er's," I said to myself, it was best that we should meet no more" But I longed for souvenir of my lost hopes, and it appeared to me that glove which she had worn would fill the bill completely. A glove can be carried next the heart and worn at all times; it can be kissed at night and wept over in the darkness. I wanted a glove. I mentioned to Mrs. Peebles that was going to leave the spot for ever, and she gave me one of her soft hands, with her head on one side, turtle dove fashion. I dared not say more to married lady. If I had asked for a curl of her hair might have received it. was told afterward that it owed its golden hue to lotion of some sort called Aurora" but that I doubt. Slander pursues the beauti- full and innocent. They would have said that her beautiful blue eyes were glass, if it had been a belevable falsehood. ..I..
 She would have given me 8 curl, I think, but certainly not a glove. Like most lovely creatures of her sort, she knew the value of her portable prop erty; her gloves never cost less than two dollars and fifty cents a pair, and she was careful of them. To obtain one I knew that I must steal it.
 The opportunity soon came. The day before my departure from Mrs. Gobble's, as I went down to lunch, I saw that the door of the Peebles' apart ments stood open and that no one was in the room. The husband and wife had been out together, and on table within three feet of the door lay tiny pair of gloves of pale lavender tint.
 With my heart beating wildly and my knees trembling with terror. I ventured across the sill, caught up the glove that lay nearest me, crammed it into my bosom, and, pulling the door shut, glided down stairs. I am sure that I felt much more guilty than ever did a professional burglar after a bank robbery, but I was willing to suffer for the sake of this precious pos session, and went away wearing it next my heart in the most approved fashion.
 That night, in my little hotel bed room, took it out and looked at it. Fashions change. Twenty years ago ladies wore three buttoned gloves. This glove had three buttons, and af- ter it had been taken off it had been buttoned again. Lefty had way of doing that, I remembered. vowed that so they should remain forever. No other love should be mine, and when departed this life at an early age, and of broken heart, my last words to those around me would be, "Bury it with me-" and, kissing it, would expire. I kissed it twenty times. It was so like her. The shape so slender, the line so delicate, the perfume violet, so appropriate; there was certain romance about "per- fumed glove" in itself.
 was very faithful to my treasure and entirely in earnest How cruel I should have thought any one who laughed at me then as laugh at my self now.
 A week after had settled in Phila- delphia-which was my place of des- tination Il received letter from Boggs, one of the young men in the dry goods store. It was quite long one, written on Sunday morning, with the predatory remark, II suppose l ought to be in church, but my new suit is not done, and catch me going without ftp and went on to give me the gossip of the boarding house.
 ''The Peebles are here yet" said he. ''There was nice row after you left that same evening. He'd lost two $1OO bank notes. Left 'em in his room at lunch time and they were gone when he came back. The girls were both waiting on table and the cook in the kitchen. Old Mrs. Smith was the only one who did not come down, and she was in bed, but she says she heard man stop at the door, go in, come out, shut it after him and run down stairs after the bell had done ringing. Peebles was very. polite about it, and kept saying: "A mistake of my own, ] am quite sure,' like a parrot. She made the row-wanted to have us all arrested. They are going away next week. Good riddance, say I, as far as P. goes or his wife, after that exhibi ton. Some one went and told the governor and mamma and there was row; but they're forgiven, anc are to be sent to Europe for long wedding journey. She is delighted
 Oh, they didn't find the money or ever
 guess who stole it. We fancy she sus
 poets us all. Mrs. Gobble swept th'
 rooms herself in hopes of finding th
 bills. Queer, wasn't itG"
 When read this I felt quite sicl
 for a moment, for the money ha'
 disappeared at the very hour o,
 which I had sneaked into the room
 to steal my treasured glove. l
 I had been seen I should have beel
 suspected. Circumstantial evidenc
 was all against me. It made me shud | II TT :