The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1899-07-26
a Pair of Gloves

nave come nome the last nVe years on
this $50 train; still nothing of this kind
has ever occurred before until the last
week. It's queer. but IN advertise
this one. Maybe they are mates"
He drew the other from his pocket
and compared them
"They are pair as sure as am Gran
vile Melton. Same color, size and all. !"
He folded them and replaced them
in his pocket, took the evening paper
and settled down to read.
Mr.. Melton was a bachelor and resid
ed in W, a suburb Of Boston. He
was banker in the latter city, liked
and respected by all who knew him.
On two different occasions he had
found on the train glove, which, after
investigation, proved to be pair. So
he determined to find the owner.
In few days, in the lost and found
column, appeared:
"FOund-On the go train to W,
a pair of gloves; owner can have by
calling on G.. W. Melton 2ls T st.
city,"
The first morning a lght-haired
damsel arrived and asked in faltering
tones if Mr.. Melton was in.
He smiled a. he told her that she
was talking with that gentleman; but
after questions were answered the
gloves still remained In his possession,
add the young lady left the office utter
ly disappointed.
The ad. remained in the paper over
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
Granville Melton sat at his desk and
took the gloves out of the drawer.
81 guess I'll take the gloves home as
a souvenir" for, as he folded them, it
somehow brought to his mind bygone
memories.
al wonder where she is now ?" he
unused. 'Strange that never met her.
Let me see, it is nearly ten years since
we parted How foolish | was to be-
lieve 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 a woman stepped to the door.
"Is this Mr.. Melton2" she asked.
AYES, madam; but we're closed now"
he replied, kindly, trying to see her
face through the thick veil which con-
eealed it.
81 did not come to deposit, but came
in search Of my gloves"
"Ah, did you lose pair? Can you
describe them"
Certainly, sir. They were light
gray, with pearl buttons"
He drew them from his pocket and
handed them to her.
care they yours ?'i he asked slowly.
She gazed into his face with plying
glance and murmured:
eyes, thank you"
Was it imagination, or whom did
that look remind him of? He watch
ed her as she left the office. Then a
feeling of remOrse came over him as be
seated himself in his chair and bowed
his head. Why should the past come
so vividly back again? Why should
those gloves make him feel uncOm-
Portable, and where had he seen that
look. and why didn't he detain her
moment?
He 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 saw at the door? How trem-
ble. 1 am tired and nervous. II is
gone now"
He buttoned his coat up tightly and
fastened to the depot.
AS he took the train and started to
peruse the paper, his mind was so dis
turbed that he laid it down and gazed
at the passengers.
Opposite him was the face he had
seen at the door. 1t dazed him as be-
fore. Where had he seen it? Care
fully 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
Warren?
She did not blush, but sighed as she
laiu her hand upon his arm and gazed
earnestly into his face.
'No, / am not Miss Warren now, but
am still Grace. You judged me very
wrongly years ago, but l know you
have found out differently.
She ceased speaking for she saw the
words caused him pain. In few
minutes she began:
"You remember how you sent me
that letter of singing rebuke? never
answered it, because you accused me of
so much. / went west with my father,
and after be died married for a home,
but my husband was killed four years
ago in Colorado; so nov have come
east, hoping, perhaps, TO right cruel
wrong"
AS she finished, his heart was too full
for utteranee, so he pressed her hand
She was widow, alone in the world
He was bachelor, nearing his fortieth
year, bat 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. Melton often smiles as
she thinks Of how her gloves inten-
tionally restored to her a lost happi-
ness.-Boston Post.