Idaho semi-weekly world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1875-1908, 1892-07-12


ing memories, kept US from being
openly rude to little PEBBLES. always
felt that if there were no PEBBLES
might have had hope So believe
did the other boarders. Even the old
married men, fancy, had an idea
that
| Had they met her In beauty, while their hearts
and hands were free. etc
All this, however, l only came to
know later, and that by the light Of
experience in women of Lefty Fay's
type.
Then 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
had resolved to leave Mrs. Gobble's
house and to seek my fortune in some
other city. Since Lefty was anoth-
er's," | said to myself, lit was best
that we should meet no more" But
longed for souvenir of my lost
hopes, and it appeared to me that a
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. wanted
a glove. mentioned to Mrs. PEBBLES
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. dared not say
more to married lady. If had
asked for 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
| doubt. SANDER pursues the beauti-
full and innocent. They would have
said that her beautiful blue eyes were
glass, if it had been a believable
falsehood.
She would have given me curl, l
think, but certainly not 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 pair, and
she was careful Of them. To obtain
one knew that must steal it.
The opportunity soon came. The
day before my departure from Mrs.
Gobble's, as went down to lunch, l
saw that the door OF the PEBBLES 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. l
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 l am sure
that l felt much more guilty than
ever did professional burglar after
bank robbery, but 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, l 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 a way of
doing that, | remembered. l 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. l kissed it twenty
times. 1t 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 l
should have thought any one who
laughed at me then as laugh at my
self now.
A week after I had settled in Phila-
delphia-which was my place of DIES
tination i received letter from
Boggs, one of the young men in the
dry goods store, 1t was quite long
one, written on Sunday morning, with
the predatory remark, Il suppose l
ought to be in church, but my new
suit is not done, and catch me going
without it'll" and went on to give me
the gossip of the boarding house.
1.-THE. PEBBLES are here yet," said he.
"There was nice row after you left
that same evening. He'd lost two
800 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.
PEBBLES was very polite about it, and
kept saying: "A mistake of my own, l
am quite sure like a parrot. She
made the row-wanted TO have us all
arrested. They are going away next
week. Good radiance, say |, 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, and
are TO be sent to Europe for long
veddinu iournav She ia Ieliuhfed