The Van Buren press., 1895-08-17
ONCE WAS ENOUGH.
He Was Man whs Never Made the sans
Mistake Twice.

Mistake Twice.
The glove was small glace kid OF .
delicate tan color. 1t lay just outside
the entrance to one of the big State
street stores and both the men saw it
At the same time. r sf-s
"It's pretty little trife, isn't it?"
said one of them, turning 1t over with
his walking stick and looking at it
critically. Are you a married man9
II you are you had better take 1t home
to your wife; she might be able to find
q mate to it."
The gentleman addressed reeled diz-
Eily back against the door-jam.
"Say," he said, with a sickly smile,
.'you don't happen to be in a state of
double blessedness yourself, do youg'
mo" replied the first speaker, half
regretfully. fa s8fs ~ asaai,A
al thought not" went on his COM
panion, compassionately, Tor you
wouldn't suggest any such q move as
that. You see, am married and know
how it would work. You pick up the
glove and keep it yourself If you want
to and then step aside here and I will
tell you something that you can store
away in your memory anduperhaps use
to good advantage some time. ] once
found glove like that and, thinking
as you do, that my wife might be able
to make use of it, ! stuck it in my
pocket and took 1t home. That was
pretty soon after was married. You
will observe that ! refrain from doing
so now." ia
He stopped and his eyes took on = re-
Elective, far-away look.
WELL" queried his chance acquain-
tance, what happened?' ss
sYes," pursued the married man,
"that's it; what happened? BY the
time got home ! had clean forgotten
all about that glove. Chicago tenn
perature was giving nm exhibition
Of some of its most daring
acrobatic feats at that time.
and the light coat I wore when
II found the glove was rs in
effectual as a piece of gossamer would
be in keeping out the cold which fol-
lowed close on the heels Of that blister
ing day. So hung the garment up in
. closet and when I next remembered
its existence it was under very dis
/ tICoolAk ClISuAubbaASCbsH ~ " Nc HAONS
q week later. / had bought theater
tickets and hurried home filled with
pleasurable expectations of an even
ing's enjoyment. When l reached our
hotel door found that my wife had
gone and neither the proprietor nor
the clerk nor anybody else connected
with the establishment could give me
the slightest information as to where
she had gone or when she was coming
back. Now, that might be an every
day performances for some women, but
during all the time we had been mar
ried my wife had never gone away
without leaving an explanation OF her
absence, and II worried me not q little.
II ate my dinner, then went up to
our rooms again and commenced to
ransack the place for a message from
her. In g. very short time Ifosnd
what would not have escaped my no-
tice at first had not my wits bean
swallowed up in surprises. On one cor
ner of the table was my light coat, and
lying close beside it was that everlast-
ing glove and q note from my wife
telling me that in looking over my
clothes she had found tell-tale glove
which clearly explained everything to
her. Her life was blighted, she said.
and she was going home to her mother.
The old folks lived down at Streator.
and followed her on the next train.
If you will believe me, so firmly was
the idea imbedded in her brain that
that little affair Was Q memento given
me by some other woman that had to
plead like lawyer for month before
could get her to come homo with
me. Sometimes / fancy that to this
day she believes was deceiving her.
At any rate, l would just as lief you
would keep that piece Of inery your
self" f
The unmarried man smoothed out
the dainty thing. thoughtfully folded
1t and put it in his pocket. Chicago
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