Abilene weekly reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1888-1935, 1902-07-10
FOUND on THE TRAIN.

"Well, well, It does seem kind d
funny that this should happen again.
have come home the last Eve years
on this $50 train, still nothing Of this
kind has ever occurred before until the
last week. Its queer, but III adver-
tlse this one; maybe they are mates"
He drew the other from his pocket
and compared them. "They are q pair
as sure az 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.
MI. Baker was a bachelor and re-
sided in va suburb Of Boston.
He 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.
SO be determined to find the owner.
In . few days. In the lost and found
column, appeared:
Found-On the $50 train to W,
pair Of gloves; owner can have by
calling on G. w. Baker, 318 T. street.
city.
The first morning a llght-haired dam
sci arrived and asked In faltering tones
II Mr.. Baker was in. He smiled a. he
told her she was talking with that gen.
tleman, but after questions were an
swered, the gloves still remained in his
possession and the young lady left the
office utterly disappointed.
The ad. remained In the paper over
a week, yet the rightful owner had
not put in an appearance, SO be 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. II
guess IN take them home as q SOU.
venir;" for, as be folded them II some.
how brought to hts mind bygone men,
cries. II wonder where she Is nowg
he mused. Strange that l never
meet her Let me see, 1t 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 bis
pocket, closed bis desk, and prepared
to leave, when q woman stepped to the
door. rs this Mr.. Bakerw she asked.
Eyes, madam, but we're closed now"
he replied, kindly, trying to see her
face through the thick veil which con-
cealed 1t. Il didn't come to deposit,
but came in search Of my gloves"
"Ah, did you lose palr-can you de.
scribe themw 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 a plying glance aud MUIR
INJURED: Eyes; thank you" Was It
Imagination Or who did that look re-
mind him Of? He watched her as she
left the office; then q 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 a 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
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; 1t .
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 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
nm still Grace. You judged me wrong l
years ago, but | know you have found
out differently" She ceased speaking, {
for she saw the words had caused him !
main In a few minutes she began.