Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1899-03-23
FOUND ON THE TRAIN.

well. vel, 1t does seem kind oi
funny that this should happen again
| have come home the last five years
on this $50 train, still nothing Of this
kind has ever occurred before until the
last week. Its queer. but I'll adveF.
| tise this one; maybe they are mates"
He drew the other from his pocket
and compared them. They are a pair
| as sure as ] 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 a bachelor and re-
sided in W suburb of Boston
lie was 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 a pair
50 he determined to find the owner.
In few days, in the lost and found
column, appeared:
Found-On the $50 train to w. a
pair Of gloves; owner can have by
calling on g. w. Baker 31S T. street,
city
The first morning light-haired dam
sci arrived and asked in faltering tones
il Mr.. Baker was in. lie smiled as he
told her she was talking with that gen.
tleman, but after questions were ar
swered. the gloves still remained in his
possession and the young lady left the
office utterly disappointed.
The adj. 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 Baker sat at his desk and
took the gloves out of the drawer. Il
guess I'll take them home as a SOU
venir;;' for, as he folded them 1t some
how brought to his mind bygone mem
cries. Il wonder where she IS nowIa
he unused. Strange that l never |
meet her. Let me see, it is nearly 10 |
years since we parted How foolish |
| was to 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 |
10 leave, when a woman stepped to the |
door. Is this Mr.. Baker," she asked |
Yes, madam, but were closed now" /
he replied, kindly, trying to see her
face through the thick veil which con-
cealed il. Il didn't come to deposit, |
but came in search of my gloves |
All, did you lose pair-can you de-
scribe 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 /
face with Il plying glance and muir,
INJURED: Yes: thank you" Was il /
Imagination OF who did that look re.
mind him Of? He watched her as she
left the office; then IL feeling Of re-
morse 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 uncomfortable.
and where had he seen that look. and
why didn't he detain her moment?
but-he paused and drew out his
watch. only eight minutes TO catch
my train" lie took his hat. but had
gone only few feet when he stopped.
Who was that | saw at the door?
How | tremble. | am tired and nerv-
Gus. 1t 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 too dis
turbed. SO he laid it down and gazed
at the passengers. Opposite him sat
the face he had seen at the door; Ii /
dazed him as before Where had he |
seen Il? Carefully he studied every /
outline and noted every change of ex-
preston. 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 his
arm and gazed earnestly into his face. |
NO. am not Miss Wilmot now, but |
am still Grace. You Judged me wrong |
years ago. but | know You have found /
ont differently" She ceased speaking, |
for she saw the words had caused him
pain In few minutes she began
You remember how you sent me that
letter of stinsrE rebuke? | never an
swered it because you accused me OF
40 much. | went west with my father,
and after he died married for a home,
but my husband was killed four years
ago in Colorado. 40 now ! have come
east. hoping. perhaps, to right n cruel
wrong" As she finished his heart was
TOO fun for ntterance, so he pressed her
hand. for he knew her face betokened
: sad life.
She was widow. alone in the world.
He was a bachelor nearing his for
tieth year. but the old flame OF love
was rekindled. and as the train pulled
out OF w 1t left behind ii 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
Intentionally restored 10 her a lost
happiness.-B Boston Post.