The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1899-07-08
Fou3d
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Well well; 1t does seem kind and fnn~-
ny that this should happen again. 4
have come home the last five years on this
$50 train still nothing of this kind haa
ever occurred before until the last week,
Its queer; but I'll advertise this one-may-
be they are mates" He drew the other
from his pocket and compared them. "They
are pair as sure as l am Granville Baker
same color size and ALL" He folded
them and replaced them in his pocket.
took the evening paper and settled down
to read.
Mr.. Baker was bachelor and resided in
w, suburb Of Boston. He was bank
er in the latter city, liked and respected
by all who knew him. On two differens
occasions he had found on the train glove,
which, after investigation, proved to be a
pair; so he determined to find the owner.
In few days in the lost and found col
umn appeared:
Found-On the $50 train to W, n
pair OF gloves; owner can have them by
calling on G. W. Baker, 318 T-str eet,
City.
The first morning a light-haired damsal
arrived and ask ed 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 gloves
still remained in his possession and the
young lady left the Office utterly dis
appointed.
The ad remained in the paper over a
week yet the rightful owner had mob
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 aud took the
gloves out OF the drawer. 81 guess I'lE
take them as a souvenir - Tor IS ne folded
them it somehow brought to his mind by
gone memories. 81 wonder where she is
now he mused Strange that neyeE
meet her. Let me see. 1t is nearly ten
years since we parted. How foolish | was
to believe such false stories but it's past
and gone now, and I'm the loser" He re-
turned the gloves to his pocket closed his
desk and prepared to leave, when wo-
man stepped to the door. SIS this Mr..
Baker," she asked. YES, madam, but
but we're closed now," he replied kindly,
trying to see her face through the thick
veil which concealed it, 81 didn't come
to deposit-but came in search of my
gloves "Ah, did you lose pair-onn
you describe them?' Certainly, sir
they were light gray with pearl buttons. -
He drew them from his pocket and handed
them to her. "Are they yours" he asked
slowly. She gazed into his lace with q
plying glance and murmured: eyes.
thank you Was it Imagination, OF who
did that look remind him Of? HI watched
her as she left the Office: then ceiling Of
remorse came over him as he seated him
self in his chair and bowed his uald. Why
should the past come so wildly back again
Why should those gloves make him feel
uncomfortable, and where had he seen that
look, and why didn't he detaiu her mo-
ment? but-he paused and drew out his
watch. "Only eight minutes TO catch my
train" He took his hat, but had gonu
only few feet when he stopped. who
was that saw at the door? How trem-
bic. am tired and nervous. II is gone
now" He buttoned his coat up tigh thy
and fastened to the depot.
As he took the train and started to per-
use the paper, his mind vas too disturbed.
so he laid it down and gazed ut the passeE-
gers. Opposite him sat the face he had
seen at the door; it dazed him as before
Where had he seen it? Carefully ne stud
led every outline aud noted every change
of expression, until he was fully convinced
then he took the seat beside her
''Beg pardon, but are you no. Miss VIII
mott"
She did not blush but sEhei as she lait
her hand upon his arm and gaz-a earnestly
into his face. no, am not Miss Wilmot
now, but anu still Grace. You judged me
wrong years ago, but | kno" you have
found out differently.
She ceased speaking, for she saw the
words caused him pain. IN Tow minutes
she began: "You remember how You sent
me that letter Of singing rebuks? neye,
answered it because you accused me Of
much. | went West with my father, and
after he died | married for home, but my
husband was killed four years ago in Colo
RADIO so now | have come East, hoping,
perhaps, to right cruel wrong" As she
finished his heart was too full for ntterance,
so he pressed her hand, for be knew her
face betokened sad life.
She was a widow, alone in the world.
He was a bachelor, nearing his fortjeth
year, but the old flame OF love was rekind-
led, and as the train pulled out Of W it
left behind two happy hearts that had been
separated for so many years. II Is needless
to say what took place, but now Mrs. Baker
often smiles as she thinks of how her glove
unintentionally restored her TO her lost
happiness. -Boston Post.