The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-12-30
JUST A SHORT STORY.
From The Illustrated London News.


Everything happened exactly as IL does
In those charming novels, which OF al
literature, are my favorites 1 was very
late for the train; it was on the move
the porter bundled me in, flung my BAG
after me, slammed the door, and whistled
And the lady sat in the opposite corner Of
the carriage gathering her feet under the
seat to avoid my hurting bag. She was
extremely pretty.
Depend upon it," said TO myself at
once, she's going to stay with the
Blairs." For it had TO be soft always is
so. ] was going to the Blairs, you see
Unhappily, she did not seem inclined for
conversation. She was accommodating.
but not discursive as to the window; II
was summer, and there was no foot
warmer 10 bridge the zap between us. The
annoying girl had paper, and buried
herself behind it, This was Of course, all
wrong Something would happen soon.
however.
Something did. The lady put down the
paper and gazed In puzzled manner "a
her left glove ] peered cautiously round
the edge of the Huntsman. Her eyes ex-
pressed doubt and difficulty. l saw what
was the matter, button of the glove was
undone. l am never intrusive or precipi-
tate. / bided my time. Why, We were
hardly at page ten of the novel yet!
She tried to button the glove. The glove
was not too large; she could not button it,
Her brow wrinl1led into perplexed little
frown.
L love.a dainty woman and woman
whose life is spoilt by an obstinate glove
button is just the woman for me. She
was bound to ask me to button it in an
other moment.
But she did not. A sudden smile-a smile
Of illufnination-spread over her face
She had got it, OF course she couldn't
button the tresome thing with her glove
on, Who could2 With another smile for
her own folly she quietly unbuttoned all
the buttons of her right glove and drew it
off Ct. xtr5#h f,4ef, q
dence to the left-hand button.
Had ii not been for the look of the thing
I would have kissed her on the spot AS
ii was-and Notwithstanding my interest
in racing-I allowed the Huntsman to drop
and fastened my eyes on her Her hand
was the most lovely little hand l have
ever seen-small, plump, taperng, white
pink nailed. ! dote on a good hand
She buttoned the button Of her left
glove with immediate and complete sue
cess, and smiled rapturously; indeed She
held up her hand and SURVEYED the lob
with immense complacency. I was smil-
ing broadly myself now, because I saw
what was going to happen. Thank hea-
ven, however, 1 made no sound,
wouldn't have spoilt it for the world
Her white teeth cleaned radianty be-
tween her parted lips as she gently drew
lovingly, working and pulling and pat
ting, stopping now to look again and
again, conducting the thumb with infinite
adroitness into its compartment. Then
she gave final persuasive tug to the up
per part, and prepared to button the
glove. She tried the first button. She
stopped to think. a curious expression
stole over her face. She shook her head
She looked at the right glove: then she
gravely regarded the left glove. She
shook her head again. Her right hand
moved toward her left. Was she going
to unbutton her left glove again? And
l hoped to be saved she undid two hut
tonsl,
Then it struck her, and in an instant
her face fell all a-laughing, and I burst
into loud peal.
She looked Up in momentary indlena-
ton, in swiftly succeeding fun, in frresist-
ible sympathy. Then she laughed a low
long, luxurious ripple.
Il ought to have told you" l gasped
but, YOU see, hoped you'd undo them ali
''But what am to do?'' she asked.
What am for?, / returned.
well If you don't mind" said she.
I crossed over and sat down next to her.
There is" ] observed, starting on the
fons ct ,origo, the top button of the LETT
hand glove, no man 50 good that he
cannot find a woman too good for him"
She lifted her eyes with an inquiring
And no hand so small that it cannot
find a glove too small for it."
move all my fingers"
~ don't believe you can" said I
u am looking. I can't see them move.
Perhaps might be able, you know, to
DO you mind buttoning the other now"
1T is better than nothing" said I, and
began to button 1t.
1T was very curious" she remarked
that l shouldn't have seen that as often
as l unbattoned one glove in order to but
ton the other should have
1T is Just what l liked about you" I
7 must have been thinking about some