The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1898-12-14
Found on the 80 Train.

l We'll, well. Il does seem kind Of funny
that this should happen again. 1 have
come home the last five years on this
$50 train, still nothing of this kind has
ever occurred before until the last week.
| It's queer, but I'll advertise this one;
maybe they are mates" He drew the 9TH
er from his pocket and compared them.
| They are pair sure as 1 am Granville
| Baker; same color size and all" He
folded them and replaced them in his
pocket. took the evening paper. and set
| tied down to read.
| Mr.. Baker was a bachelor and resided
! in W, a suburb Of Boston. He was
a banker in the latter city, liked and
respected by all who knew him. On two
different occasions he had found on the
| train a glove which, after investigation,
proved to be pair. So he determined to
find the owner.
In a few days, in the lost and found
| column, appeared:
Found-On the $50 train to W, a
pair OF gloves; owner can have same by
calling on G. W. Baker. s1s T street,
! city.
The first morning light-haired damsel
arrived and asked in faltering tones IL
Mr.. Baker was in. He smiled as he told
her she was talking with that gentleman,
but after questions were answered. the
!
! the young lady left the office utterly dis
appointed.
The ad remained IN the paper over a
week, yet the rightful owner had not put
In an appearance so he made up his mind
TO have it removed
1t was nearly time for closing as Gran
| vile Baker sat at his desk and took the
gloves out of the drawer ''T1l take them
nome as a souvenir" for, as he folded
them, it somehow brought to his mind by
| gone memories. 81 wonder where she is
nowas' he unused. Strange that 1 never
meet her. Let me see, it is nearly ten
years since we parted. How foolish 1
was 20 believe such false stories, but it's
past and gone now, and / am the loser
He returned the gloves to his pocket
closed his desk and prepared to leave.
when young woman stepped to the door.
rs this Mr.. Bakery she asked yes.
madam, but we're closed now" he replied
kindly, trying to see her face through the
thick veil which concealed ii. Il didn't
come TO deposit but came in search of
my gloves" "Ah, did you lose a pair
can you describe then2s'' Certainly, sir;
| they were light gray, with pearl but
tons He drew them from his pocket
and handed them to her. Are they
yoursss" he asked slowly. She gaZed into
MS face with a plying glance and muir
INJURED: Yes; thank you" as 1t lima gina
ton, or whom did that look remind him
OFFS He watched her as she left the Of
nee; then feeling of remorse came over
him as he seated himself in his chair
and bowed his head. Why should the past
come SO wildly back again? Why should
those gloves make him feel uncomfort-
able, and where had he seen that look.
and why didn't he detain her a moment?
But-he paused and drew out his watch.
only eight minutes to catch my train"
he took his hat, but had gone only a.
few feet when he stopped "Who was
that l saw at the door? How l tremble,
am tired and nervous. 1t is gone now"
He buttoned his coat up tightly and hast
ened to the depot.
AS he took the train and started to
peruse the paper his mind was too dis
turbed, so he laid it down and gazed at
the passengers. Opposite him sat the face
he had seen at the door; it dazed him a $
before. Where had he seen it? Carefully
he studied every outline and noted every
change of expression, until he was fully
convinced; then he rose and took the seat
beside her. BEG pardon, but are you
not Miss Wilmot?' She did not blush.
but sighed as she laid her hand upon mis-
arm and gazed earnestly into his face
mo, / am not Miss Wilmot now, but 1
am sun grace. 4 GU judged me wrong
years ago, but I know you have found
out differently" She ceased speaking, for
she saw the words had caused him pain.
In few minutes she began: "You re-
member how you sent me that letter OF
singing rebuke? I never answered 1t be-
cause you accused me of so much ! went
west with my father, and after ne died
I married for a home. but nv husband
was killed four years ago in Colorado, so
nSsy have come east, hoping, perhaps, to
Hght cruel wrong As she finished his
heart was too full for utterance, so he
pressed her hand. for he knew her face
betokened a. sad life
She was a widow, alone in the world
He was a bachelor, nearing his fortieth
year, but the old flame of love was re-
kindled, and as the train pulled out of
W it left behind it two happy hearts
that had been separated for so many
years. 1t is needless to say what took
place but now Mrs Baker often smiles
as she thinks of how her gloves inten-
tionally restored to her lost happiness.
Boston Post.