The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1895-12-04
HETTY'S GLOVES

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neither of the girls could guess which
he liked the best; or, indeed, whether
there was any more than simple,
friendly liking in the matter; at least,
Gus hoped so. He hoped that he had
not made love to both. But then Gus
was conscious enough of his powers
of fascination, and both we're so
pretty, so sweet, SO lovable. Only at
last he knew for certain that he loved
Hetty. This was what he had to say;
this was what he could not say, be-
cause he could never find Hetty
alone.
Now he had come for the last time,
and had bent over Hetty. and softly
whispered:
"Come out upon the porch with
me, Miss Romer, won't you %
And Hetty had said:
Come, Rose" and he had mentally
calculated, "Confound Rose, "and had
sauntered out as amiably and CALAMITY
as though the arrangement delighted
him.
No chance all the evening, not one.
At last, as the clock struck ten, Gus
grew desperate. He sauntered to the
mantel, and with his pencil scribbled
a few lines on leaf OF his pocket
book, and looking about him, saw
Hetty's gloves lying on table. He
knew them to be Hetty's, for her color
was lavender; Roses always lemon.
BY and by, no one looking that way,
he slipped his bit of paper into the
palm of the right-hand glove, and
rolled the left over it. At least, she
must find that when she put on the
gloves.
"Good-by," he said, few minut es
after. "Good-by," said every one.
Then Gus was gone. Poor Gusl
81 hope he'll be successful" said
old Captain Romer.
"And steady" said Aunt Abigail.
"Tm going home," said Rose, after
awhile. Where are my things? No,
don't light lamp. I've got them
hat shawl and gloves. Good-by all. !"
But Hetty walked to the garden
gate with her, and watched her trip
down the lane in the moonlight She
staid there listening to the cricket's
chirp, and looking at the moon.
"He's so NICE" she sighed, "and
perhaps we may never see him again.
l wonder -"
But she did not say what she Won
dered, At last she went in. A lamp
was lit. The big Bible was open.
"We are waiting prayers for you,"
said old Captain Romer, little stern
ly.
The mother tossed her a pair of
gloves.
"Either Rose has worn yours or
mine," she said. 'Those are hers"
"She has mine" said Hetty. SIT
don't matter"
Then they had prayers and went to
bed, but the missing gloves were the
last thing on Hetty's mind.
But Rose thought OF nothing else.
She had taken the gloves unwittingly
and had not put them on at all, but in
her own room she had discovered her
mistake.
"Hetty's-not mine" she thought,
and stopped to pick the piece of paper
that futtered from between them
from the ground. She saw Gus Var
ley's name. Then her face flushed,
and she read this eagerly and an.
grily:
"Dear Hetty-Yes, dearer to me
than all the world beside, and I can
find no chance to tell you SO. You
are never alone. 1 am going away
and Heaven knows when 1 shall re,
turn or how do not seek to bind
you by any promise to share such ,
doubtful future, but if / prosper--i i
succeed,yo will share life with me-
Dear Hetty, can you give me tina
hope-will you, if you can like m,
we'll enough, send me one little line
just your name if nothing more, O.
'Yes'-anything but No. Forgiv
this scrawling. 1t does not expires
half that would say.
'Yours while live,
Augustus varley."
"And / thought he was in love wit
me-" said Rose, and in rage tore tn
paper in atoms. ''She shall neve
hear of it, deceitful little wretchl"