Democratic messenger. [volume] (Snow Hill, Md.) 1869-1973, 1906-07-07

fathers old necktlcs plated Into tiny
edgings.'"
Mrs. Blake laughed and followed her
upstairs. They soon had the girls bed
covered with odds aud ends ransacked
from both wardrobes.
Esther finally sat down. an old fash
Toned lavender ana white dcainc dress
that had belonged to her mother more
youthful days lying In her lap.
Il really can make up lovely little
evening dress out of this" she exulted
Il wonder it's not been made over long
ago"
Mrs. Blake did not tell her she had
kept IL packed away In lavender and
tender memories because 1t was the
dress She had worn as II bride the first
Sunday at 81. Johns when she came to
the then strange town.
Il can manage with the dresses. but
! don't See how anything less than
miracle could produce the shoes and
gloves that ought TO 20 with them.
one could perhaps find recipe for a
pair of long white gloves to 20 with
the short elbow sleeves | intend MAX
ing for my little lavender dress II there
only were time to read enough w0m-
ans pages They might say. Take tile
old silk stockings of your Aunt Eliza
and crochet Il proper finish. fastening
with the pearl buttons taken from your
grand a hnrfa tplifa tanira NJ
I'm sure IL would take more Intellect
than | can command TO put them to-
gether properly and evolve pair OF
long white gloves
Mrs. Blake suddenly sparklcd with
animation
why. Esther Blake. speaking of mir
acles. I've had a pair Of white gloves.
the kind you want. lying In the bottom
OF my trunk for five years. They may
be a little yellow. but we can have
them cleaned. and there's plenty of
time for the odor of gasoline to wear
off them"
She didn't tell the girl the history OF
those gloves.
Five years before. when the rector
was having more financial difficulties
than II seemed right for one man TO
have, he had read the marriage service
for one OF the wealthiest young men In
the town. II was a quiet home we'd
ding and the bridegroom had laugh
ingly presented him with the brides
gloves as Il souvenir
The rector always had been In the
habit of giving all wedding fees TO his
wife for her own personal use.
When he upon his return home gave
her the gloves she had tossed them in
10 her trunk. wondering In the depth
of her heart what earthly use the
bridegroom thought those gloves would
do her financially distressed husband
She now found them in tia very bot
tom of her trunk and tossed them into
Esther's lap
after all these years. my dear. may
be they will he of service. They be-
longed Ia one bride Perhaps they will
prove taliSman To bring happiness TO
q girl who Is just engaged"
Esther unwrapped one glove from
the OtlitT anu tDliltleuttI NIlpotHlllp
them out They We're long and soft.
of the finest suede.
She slipped one OF them Oh to
stralghten the fingers. then turned then.
In establishment.
"Mammu Blake" she exclaimed. her
face crimson with excitement, There
is piece of paper money folded In
every blessed finger OF this blessed
glove
Mrs Blake turned pale aud picked
up the mate that had fallen UNDECIDED
10 the floor
Call your father. dearie." she said
in an awcd whisper There's ten
dollar note in each of these fingers. As
badly as we've needed money at times,
I've had n hundred dollars lying In my
trunk for five years
When Dr Blake came he sat down
on the edge of the bed. and the three
stared helplessly NJ the long white
gloves.
"Ill go this very afternoon and thank
Mr. Carter" he said, looking slightly
dazed Perhaps he will overlook the
thanks being several years delayed
when tell him my little girl is going
to wear these gloves at her own we'd
ding"
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