Evening journal., 1899-12-08
FOUND ON THE TRAIN

''Woll, yVpll; 1t does seem kind OF fun.
ny that Otis should happen again.
have CONF home the last I'VE years on
this ESQ train, still nothing of this
kind has ever occurred before until the
last week. Its queer; but I'll advertise
this one--maybe they are mates" He
drew the other from his pocket and
compared them. "They are q pair az
sure as / am Granville Baker-same
color, size and ull." He folded them
and replaced them in his pocket. took
the evening paper and settled down 20
read.
Mr.. Baker was n bachelor and resid.
ed In w. q suburb OF Boston. Ha
was q banker ia the latter city, liked
aud respected by all who knew him.
on two different occasions he had
found on the train a glove, which. nj.
ter Investigation, proved 70 be a pair,
so he determined 70 find the owner.
In a few days in the lost and found
column appeared:
Found-On the 5:30 train TO w. a
pair OF gloves; owner can have them
by calling on G.. w. Baker 3lS T.
street, City
The first morning llghthaired
damsel arrived ana asked Ia 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 stil re-
mained In his possession AMI the young
lady left the Office utterly disappointed.
The al remained in the paper over a
week yet the rghtful owner had not
put In an appearance. 50 he made up
his mind 10 have II removed
lt was nearly time FOR closing rs
Granville Baker snt at his desk and
took the gloves ont of the drawer. Il
guess I'll take them home as q sOuvcn.
ir.n for as he folded them &c somehow
brought 10 his mind bygone memories.
81 wonder where she Is noWy' he
unused. Strange that I never meet her.
Let me see. II Is nearly ten years
since we parted. How foolish ! was
10 believe such false stories. but it's
past and gone now, and I'm the loser
He returned the gloves To his pocket
closed his desk, ana prepared TO leave,
when woman stepped % the door. rs
madam. but were closed now." he re-
piled kindly, trying 10 see her face
through the thick veil which concealed
HNs AANNlAA hNAAAI ~ NAA lNNNHNN lAAA = aAAAAA
in search of my gloves "Ah, did you
lose a palr-can you describe theinY
Certainly. sir they were light gray
With pearl buttons" He drew then
FROM his pocket and handed them tc
her. "Are they yoursir he asked slow
ly She gaze0 into his face
with "A plying glauce and murmuied
"Ycs, thank you" Was It imagina
ton, or who did that look remind hin
OF? He watched her as she left tn,
office; then a feeling of remorse came
over him rs he seated himself in his
chair and bowed his head. VIII!
should the past come so viyidly bacl
again? Why should those gloves maxi
| him feel uncomfortable. and wher
had he seen that look, and why didn'
he detain her a moment2 but-h
| paused and drew out his watch
"Only eight minutes TO catch m,
train" He took his hat, but had gon
only q few feet when he stopped
"Nyho was that saw at the door
How l tremble. / am tired and nery
Gus. 1t is gone now" He buttons
his coat up tightly and hastened I
the depot.
AS he took the train and started {
A., peruse the paper, his mind was to
disturbed. 50 he laid It down and gaze
at the passengers. Opposite him sa
the face he had seen at the door;
dazed him as before Where had
seen it? Carefully he studied ever
outline and noted every change Of e1
. preston, until he was fully convinced
, then he took the seat beside her.
beg pardon, but are you not Mis-
4 WilmotT'
i She did not blush. but sighed as sh
laid her hand upon his arm and gaze
earnestly into his face. mo. | am no
/, Miss Wilmot now. but am still Grace
/ You judged me wrong years ago, bu
know you have found out differ
emily"
She ceased speaking. for she say
the words caused him pain. In FEY
minutes she began: you remembe
, how you sent me that letter OF stingin
rebul1e? / never answered it becaus
YOU accused me % so much. / wen
, West with my father, and after h
died 4 married fer a home, but IN
! husband was killed four years ago
. Colorado, so now I have come Eas
Z hoping. perhaps, to right a cru'
7 wrong As she fiElshed his heart wa
too full for utterahce, so he presse
her hand, for he knew her face b'
tokened n sad life.
she was a widow, alone In the worl,
I He was a bachelor, nearing his 70
! tieth year, but the old fame of loy
was rekindlcd, and rs the train pufle
ont Of W. it left behind two hapn
hoarts that had been separated for S
r many years. lt is needless 10 sa
what took place, but now Mrs. Bak,
often smiles rs She thinks Of how b,
glove unintenually restored her
o her lost happiness.-BOston Post.
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