The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1896-01-26
LONG BLACK GLOVE.
From the San Francisco Argonaut.

/ still dangerous, boldly and avOwedly 50.
| She went TO the garrison hops. but she
never danced. Her card was filled, but
/ she sat the numbers out, either in the
/ corner. where a drapery flag. upheld by
/ several guidons, made some seclusion, or
upon the steps OF the hop-room.
She was on the steps, at present, with
I FarnswOrth, the adjutant. and she felt
that she had managed well in getting him
at all. for he was one Of several who re-
| fused to play moth to her candle.
1t was so warm in there" she droned.
| in her soft, contralto voice. Il feel the cool
/ air out here on my neck"
The tone was challenge to call atten-
/ ton to her round. long throat: bua Farms
worth sat gazing abstractedly at the lights
I In the windows OF the -th Infantry Club.
/ Mrs. Rocheforte shivered audibly.
Are you really cold?' asked Farms
/ worth promptly. Hadn't you better let
me put your wrap on? Where is it-in the
| NO. brought it with me But think IL
/ makes me cold to sit here. Suppose we
| stroll up and down"
Certainly, if you will let me run in ano
| settle with Miss Lucy which half of the
| next dance is to be mine; there has been
some middle in the writing down. i shall
be only a moment, he added, as he
/ wrapped the soft cloak around the woman
/ ana then disappeared through the door.
| Il can't find her, she must be off some-
| where, he said, as he rejOined Mrs.
You seem distressed You shouldn't
| be, even though you are a little in love.
/ Lucy must have some fun herself; she
| likes a good time as well as you do. And
1 besides, fancy she rather likes Mr.. Sta
| pies. too oh, you mustn't move so i'm
| patiently; Mr.. Staples is not half the bad
/ fellow you think. and he makes love
/ charmingly. 1t depends entirely upon the
/ woman just how much love he will dare
| 10 make, that's all"
He is not fit associate for any young
girl"
He is a fit associate for any girl who
| requires mt associates, which is about
/ all, l believe. that can be said for the
/ average man. And then-Lucy seems to
| like him. Doesn't she?"
| 'If one can judge by the number of
| times she has let him put his name on
/ her card, yes"
We'll one can judge by that; it is the
There was a few moments silence, dur.
| ing which Farnsworth's blood absorbed
| the poison; then he broke out: "rn risk
! IL on the second half of that next dance.
| Let's have a glass of champagne over
| at the club"
But the lights are all out"
| What difference does that make-to
/ you2" he added under his breath.
None. III 90, but it isn't quite prop
what difference does that make-to
you2" FarnswOrth repeated.
| None again-if we are not caught But
/ what meant when objected to the
| dark was that we wouldn't be able TO
/ find the wine / was not so squeamish,
| though / tell you honestly you are the
| only man l would risk being seen there
you are very good"
| NO. l am not good. I cannot help it.
| wish | could"
Don't try
| Are you glad?" she whispers, leaning
| little more heavily on his arm.
Am / glad2 When you are a beautiful
] "a q turned
| eyes upon hers-her eyes that looked so
1 gorgeous in the starlight
After an instant she shifted her gaze to
/ the ground. and caught sight of a long,
/ dark glove lying at her feet. She knew it
was Lucy's glove. 1t was one of that
/ young ladys harmless little Alterations
/ to wear immensely long black SUICIDES in
/ the evening, and she was not the only
| woman at the hon who had them. IT all
/ flashed through the beautiful brain in
! an instant. and in that Instant she had
/ bent over and forward making the folds
/ of her long wrap sweep outward and cover
/ the glove; then she stopped ana picked 1t
/ up, the movement quite hidden under the
| cloak. II dropped my handkerchief" she
explained to Farnsworth as she rose
again.
| For awhile she was silent thinking out
/ course of action. Some women's silence
| Is more earnest than speech. Mrs. Roche
| forte was one of these women. Farnsworth
/ fancied she was silent, enjoying still and
/ savOring to the utmost the deep looks they
! had exchanged. Her chain of reasoning
was NOT OF that sort. She realized that The
glove she held crushed I'm her tinted palms
would be a potent weapon in the destruc-
/ ton of Lucy's fair fame-the fair fame
which she Haunted just a little In Mrs
/ Rochefort's face, as virtuous and young
/ girls who have never felt the melting heat
] of temptations are apt to tiaunt il before
| those who are under ever so slight a social
! han. If Farnsworth's exploited devotion
/ to Lucy could be cut off in its flower, per-
! haps he would turn to herself on the re-
bound. Ii was worth trying, at any rate
They had reached the club steps. Tread
! lightly cautioned the adjutant, lit won't
/ do to get caught" He opened the door
with pass-key, followed the tall draped
figure into the dark hallway and relock-
ed the door. Il think we can manage to
see in the dining room by the light of the
moon-what there is of 1t. My bottles of
| wine are in my private locker so We'll
have al little spree all to ourselves and no
Farnsworth cut the wire and drew the
cork quietly, muffling the sound as much
as possible. with his handkerchief Mrs
Rocheforte held up the glass he had filed
for her in the moonlight, and the man
stood admiring her fine pose. 1t would
have been a picture for some master of
! high light and deep shade.
When Farnsworth began to drink his
wine the hot hand under the cloak drop
| down, and Farnsworth took up the bottle
to refill them.
II have dropped my lace PIN com
/ planned the woman at that moment and
she bent down and ran her hand along the
rug.
Wait, said the adjutant, TN strike
a match
Mrs. Rocheforte stood erect and moved
well to one side. The glove was between
them on the ground as the light of the
match fiared up and Farnsworth saw it
before he caught sight of the glittering
pin that had been thrown down near it.
rs this your glove too2" he asked
! picking it up, and conscious of a famil-
! lar and lovingly remembered scent of
/ jasmine.
NO l haven't any with me. Why, it's
] Lucy's! Oh! no, maybe it. isn't. 1t
/ couldn't be; she, of all people, would
never come in here"
! 1T is kind of you to defend her." an
/ swered Farnsworth. coldly but 1t is
/ Lucy's glove, am she has been here"
/ He put the glove In his pocket and then
! finished the wine in silence.
Aren't you going to close your lock-
! err" she reminded him. He turned back
/ and shut the door. and they crept out
/ of the house together.
When they re-entered the hoproom ev-
/ cry one was dancing. Farnsworth looked
destinations devotion into Mrs Roche
/ fortes eyes as he asked if he might put
/ his name on her card again that evnine,
/ Yes, you may Scratch out Mr.. Viii
/ bur's name; he is only a civilian" Farms
] worth knew that Wilbur was a rich civ