The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1904-01-17
SIX AND THREE-QUARTERS
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1t was long suede glove still bearing
the imprint of the hand that had filed it.
though it's spotless whiteness bore wit
ness to the fact that its period of serv-
ice had been short.
They both gazed at it as it lay across
his knee, protected by its wrapping of
tissue paper; his look was one Of be-
wilderment, hers of pride struggling
against tears.
Anne, 1 repeat to you that I don't
know where the thing came FROM
And you think I'll believe you. I'm
I not quite such a little fool, even If
did think you really loved me and were
true to me when you were hundreds of
miles away"
~ have been true, Anne"
This looks like it. I'm glad I've found
out in time, but, Oh. how it hurts to
think that you've deceived me just as you
deceived other girls before you met me.
You were q f1irt, but l truly thought you
cared really
Anne, since I've known and cared for
you, I've put all those things away"
Il don't believe it. No; don't touch
J me-; won't cry-so there. You always
did take girls gloves. You have one of
mine, too.
"Yes-a little glove you gave me
"A little glove. Yes, and this one is
big one-it's six and three-quarters. and
the sobs came fast.
Then Anne shook her head as If she
could call the tears back into their hid
ing places, and went on, catching her
breatch from time to time.
We'll not be engaged any longer, but
I'll wear your ring till after tomorrow.
I can't spoil Ruths wedding and III act
as if nothing had happened-and then l
never want to see you again
Listen a minute, Anne
mo, i won't listen; don't you dare TO
talk to me. I'm going upstairs" and
she vanished, leaving him staring first at
the door, then at the unoffensive looking
glove which lay across his knee.
1t was an unexpected ending to the
evening, to which he had been eagerly
looking forward for months, when he
and Anne should meet after years
separation at the home of a mutual
friend, at whose wedding Anne was to be
the single bridesmaid and he, best man.
The wedding was to be next day at
noon and after a late rehearsal, Anne
and Robert sought the quiet of the Ii
brary for good talk. This had been
of short duration, for upon his volun-
teering to produce her last letter from
his coat pocket, he had brought to light
instead the glove over which the above
recounted controversy ensued.
Robert sat quite still, but at length,
half unconsciously replaced the glove in
his pocket and sought his room.
1t was about ten-thirty the next morn
ing and Miss Ruth Allison's room was
in the usual charming disorder of that
of any slightly nervous bride Miss Ruth,
an athletic-looking blonde, attired in
long silk kimona, was moving about ex
citedly, pausing now to talk to the little
bridesmaid curled up on the window
seat, now to hug the terrier, Rigs, who
danced about the room as if sharing the
sensation of something unusual.
Il must dress soon, nut first 1 must
try on my gloves. Anne said Ruth.
They're never been fitted for Aunt Mil
lie sent them last night. You'll help me-"
Sure" and Anne jumped down from
the window-seat and then haIf-turned
about to conceal the CULVER that would
not leave her lips for long. when a sud-
den cry of dismay from the bride caused
her to wheel suddenly toward the bed
to see Rigs jumping frantically into the
air in pursuit of the half-chewed, long
suede glove which Ruth was gazing at
in horror.
What shall 1 do, Anne? This glove
is ruined-the left one. too-and with
those elbow sleeves to my dress. l must
wear gloves Have you a pair? o, how
foolish. I couldn't wear your little glove
i wear six and three-quarters.
Six and three-quarters. There was a
pause and then the loving nature Of
Anne rose to the occasion
Wait a minute, dear. Don't worry;
I'll be back right away" and she went
out of the room, leaving Ruth to scold
Rigs in one breath and laugh in the next
Quite in the order of the conventional
wedding, the bridegroom has not been