The Vermont watchman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1883-1911, 1899-07-12
FOUND ON THE TRAIN

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this $50 train, still nothing of thii
kind has ever occurred before until the
last week. Its queer; but I'll advertise
this one-maybe they are mates" Ht
drew the other from his pocket and
compared them. "rhey are pair al
sure as | am Granville Baker--samt
color, size and all" He folded then
and replaced them in his pocket, tool
the evening paper and settled down tt
read.
Mr. Baker was bachelor and resld
ed in w, suburb of Boston. He
was banker in the latter city, liked |
and respected by all who knew him
On two different occasions he hat |
found on the train glove, which, af |
ter investigation, proved to be n pair |
SO he determined to find the owner.
In few days in the lost and found |
column appeared:
Found-On the $3.50 train to w, o |
pair of gloves; owner can have them |
by calling on G. w. Baker, 31S t
street, City.
The first morning a light-haired
damsel arrived ana asked in falterina
tones If Mr.. Baker was in. He smiled
as he told her she was talking with
that gentleman but after questions
were answered, tie gloves still re.
manned in his possession and the young
lady left the office utterly disappointed.
The al remained in the paper over a
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 ort of the drawer 81
| guess I'll take them home as n souven-
ir," for as he folded them it somehow
brought to his mind bygone memories.
| 81 wonder where she is nowT he
unused. Strange that never 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"
ILs returned the gloves to his pocket
closed his desk, and prepared to leave,
when a woman stepped to the door. is
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
it. II didn't come to depost-but came
in search of my gloves 'Ah, did you
lose a 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. Are they yoursY he asked slow
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with plying glance and murmured
ton. or who did that look remind him
of? He watched her as she left the
office; then Il feeling of remorse 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 IA moment? 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.
"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
peiuse the paper his mind was too
disturbed, so he laid it down and gazed
at the passengers. Opposite him sat
the face he had seen at the door; it
dazed him as 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 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 out differ
emily"
She ceased speaking, for she saw
the words caused him pain. In a few
minutes she began You remember
how you sent me that letter of singing
rebulle? | never answered it because
YOU accused me of so much. l went
West with my father and after he
died | married for Il home, but my
husband was killed four years ago III
Colorado, SO now have come East
hoping. perhaps. to right n cruel
wrong" AS she finished his heart was
too full for utterance, so he pressed
her hand, for he knew her face be-
tokened sad life.
She was widow alone in the world
He was bachelor, nearing his for
t tieth year, but the old flame of love
; was rekindled, and as the train puffed
I out Of w. it left behind two happy
hearts that had been separated for sc
: many years. 1t is needless to say
what took place, but now Mrs. Baker
often smiles as she thinks of how heI
glove unintentially restored her tC
her lost happiness.--BostOn Post