The Canton times. (Canton, Miss.) 1893-1906, 1895-04-05
A GLOVE BUTTON.
How It Furnished an English
Traveller a Short Story.

: Everything happened exactly as
1 does in those charming novels, which
of all literature, are my favorites.
| was very late for the train; it was OF
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 u.s. 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 a puzzled man
ner at her left glove. peered eau
tiously round the edge of the Hunts
man. Her eyes expressed doubt and
difficulty. l saw what was the matter;
button of the glove was undone.
am never intrusive or precipitate. /
bided my time Why, we were hardly
at page ten of the novel yet
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glove was not too large; she could not
button it. Her brow wrinkled into a
perplexed little frown.
love 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 another moment.
But she did not. A sudden smile-a
smile of lumination-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 it not been for the look of the
thing would have kissed her on the
spot. AS it 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, pink-nailed. l
dote on 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 no
sound! wouldn't have spoilt it for
the world.
Her white teeth CLEANED radiantly
between her parted lips as she gently
irew on the right glove. She treated
.he glove lovingly, working and pull
ng and patting, stopping to look now
md again, conducting the thumb with
infinite adroitness into its compart-
nent. Then she gave final persua-
i've tug to the upper part, and pre-
Jared to button the glove.
She tried the first button. She
topped to think. A curious express
ion stole over her face. She shook her
lead. She looked at the right glove.
'he shook her head again. Her right !
land moved toward her left. Was she
-oing TO unbutton her glove again? As
hope to be saved, she undid two but
ons!
Then it struck her, and in an instant
Ter face fell all a-laughing, and / burst
nto loud peal
She looked up in momentary indig-
alton, in swiftly succeeding fun, in
irresistible sympathy. Then she
lughed low, long, luxurious ripple.
II ought to have told you" gasped.
But, you see, l hoped you'd undo them
Il again"
But what am to do?" she asked.
''What am for2'' returned.
'Well, il you don't mind" she said.
crossed over and sat down next her. e
There is" / observed, starting on q
lie top button of the left hand glove, n
no man so good that he cannot find a n
oman too good for him" n
She lifted her eyes with an inquiring
axe.
And ncihand 50 small that it cannot W
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