Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1899-11-17
FOUND ON THE TRAIN

well, well; II does seem kind OF fun
ny that this should happen again. I
have come home the last Ave years on
this $3.50 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 pair rs
sure as | am Granville Baker-same
color, size and ALL" lie folded them
and replaced them In his pocket, took
the evening paper and settled down to
read.
Mr.. Baker was a bachelor and resld.
ed In w, u 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 glove, which, af-
ter investigation, proved to be Il pair:
30 he determined to find the owner.
In n few days In the lost aud found
column appeared.
FOund-On the $50 train to W, u
pair of gloves: owner can have them
by calling on g. W. Baker, 3lS T.
street, City.
The first morning light-haired
damsel arrived and asked In faltering
"hNb II WI was nc
as he told her she was talking with
that gentleman, but after questions
were answered the gloves still re-
mained In his possession and the young
lady left the office utterly disappointed
The al remained In the paper over u
week yet the rlghtful owner had not
put In an appearance, 80 he made up
his mind to have II 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 n souven-
ir." for as he folded them 1t somehow
brought to his mind bygone memories
81 wonder where she Is nowf' he
unused. Strange that l never meet her
Let me see. II Is nearly ten years
since we parted. How foolish | was
to be@ve 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, and prepared to leave.
when woman stepped to the door. lis
this Mr.. Baker" she asked. Yes,
madam, but we're closed now" he re-
piled kindly, trying To see her face
through the thick veil which concealed
1t. 81 didn't come to deposlt-but came
In search Of my gloves" "Ah, did you
Certainly, sir; they were light gray
with pearl buttons" He drew them
from his pocket and handed them tO
her. Are they yoursr he asked slow
ly. She gazed into his face
with plying glance and murmured:
yes, thank you" Was II lmaglna-
ton, or who did that look remind him
Off He watched her as she left the
office; then II feeling OF remorse came
over him ~ he seated himself in his
chair and bowed his head. Why
should the past come 80 WILDLY back
again? Why should those gloves make
him feel uncomfortable, and where
had he seen that look, and why didn't
he detaln her momentp but-he
paused and drew out his watch.
only eight minutes TO catch my
train" He took his hat, but had gone
only few feet when he stopped.
"Wh0 was that | saw at the door ?
How | tremble. ! am tired and nerv.
Gus. II IL gone now" He buttoned
his coat up tightly and hastened to
the depot.
peruse the paper his mind was too
disturbed, no he laid II down and gazed
at the passengers. Opposite him sat
dazed him M before. Where had he
Seen It? Carefully he studied every
outline and noted every change OF ex-
preston. until he was fully convinced,
then he took the seat beside her.
beg pardon, but are you not Miss
WilmOtT
She did not blush, but sighed az she
laid her hand upon his arm aud gazed
earnestly into his face. mo, am not
Miss Wllmot now, but am still Grace.
You judged me wrong years ago, but
know you have found out differ.
emily"
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 II because
you accused me OF so much. went
West with my father, and after he
died | married for a home, but my
husband was killed four years ago In
Colorado, 80 now ! have come East,
hoping. perhaps, TO right n cruel
wrong" As she finished his heart was
too full for utterance, 10 he pressed
her hand, for he knew her face be,
tokened sad life.
She was Il widow, alone In the world.
He was bachelor, nearing his for.
tieth year, but the old flame OF love
was rekindled, and rs the train pulled
out OF W. 1t left behind two happy
hearts that had been separated for 80
many years. II IL needless to say
what took place, but now Mrs Baker
often smiles as she thinks OF how her
glove unlntentially restored her to
her lost Boston Post