The St. Charles herald. [volume] (Hahnville, La.) 1873-1993, 1895-06-08
A GLOVE BUTTON.
How It Furnished an English
Traveller a Short Story.

Everything happened exactly as it
does in those charming novels, which,
of all literature, are my favorites. l
was very late for the train; 1t was on
the move; the porter bundled me in,
flung my bag after me, slammed the
door and whistled. And the lady who
sat in the opposite corner of the car
riage gathered 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 so-it al
ways is So" was going to the Blairs,
you see.
Unhappily, she did not seem inclined
for conversation. She was accommo-
dating, but not discursive as to the
window; it was summer, and there was
no foot warmer to bridge the gap be-
tween US. The annoying girl had a
paper and buried herself behind it..
This was, of course, all wrong. Some
thing would happen soon, however,
Something did. The lady put down
the paper and gazed in puzzled man
ner at her left glove. peered eau
tiously round the edge of the Hunts
man. Her eyes expressed doubt and
difficulty. saw what was the matter;
button of the glove was undone. ]
am never intrusive or precipitate. l
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 wrinkled into a
perplexed little frown.
/ love dainty woman, and O 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 another moment.
But she did not. A sudden smile-a
smile of illumination-spread over her
face. She had got it! OF course she
couldn't button the tiresome thing
with her glove on! Who could? With
another smile for her own folly, she
qnietly unbuttoned all the buttons OF
her right glove and drew it off. Then
she turned with quiet confidence to the
left-hand button.
Had 1t not been for the look of the
thing would have kissed her on the
spot. AS 1t 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 hand had ever seen small,
plump, tapering, white, pinlk-nailed.
dote on q good hand.
She buttoned the button of her left
glove with immediate and complete
success, and smiled rapturously; indeed
she held up her hand and surveyed the
job with immense complacency. was
smiling broadly myself, now, because
saw what was going to happen
Thank heaven, however, ] made nc
soundl l wouldn't have spoilt 1t fol
the world.
Her white teeth CLEANED radiantly
between her parted lips, as she gently
drew on the right glove. She treated
the glove lovingly, working and pull
ing and patting. stopping TO look now
and again, conducting the thumb with
infinite adroitness into its compart
ment. Then she gave a final persua
sive tug 10 the upper part, and pre-
pared 10 button the glove.
She tried the first button. She
stopped 10 think. A curious expires
sion stole over her face. She shook her
head. She looked ut the right glove
She shook her head again. Her right
hand moved toward her left. Was shs
going 20 unbutton her glove again2 Ar
hope 70 be saved, she undld two but
tonsl
Then II struck her. and In an instant
her face fell all a-laughing, and burst
i Il. 10 :. !.s;;s.d peal
She looked up In momentary indig
nation. in swiftly succeeding fun, In
irresistible sympathy. Then she
laughed low, long, luxurious ripple.
81 ought to have told you," gasped
"But, you see, hoped you'd undo then
all again"
"But what am I to do?" she asked.
''What am for?' / returned.
"Well, IL you don't mind" she said.
crossed over and sat down next her.
There is" l observed, starting or
the top button of the left hand glove,
''no man SO. good that ne cannot find a
woman too good for him"
She lifted her eyes with IN inquirine
gaze.
And no hand 50 small that II cannot
find glove too small for its
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move all my fingers"
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