Okolona messenger. (Okolona, Miss.) 1900-current, 1907-08-28
THE MISTRESS
OF Tine GLOVE

BY ROBERT CARLTON BROWN

prettier than that. Yes, I'm sure he
did, For when he picked it up in the
crowded store he looked about fur
lively. blushed like schoolboy,
thrust it into his pocket, and then
rushed out into the street
When he reached his Office the first
thing he did, after locking the door
and drawing the blinds, was to take
out that little glove and smooth it
over the back of his hand.
1t was a new glove--she could not
have worn il more than once for
there was not one wrinkle in it--yet
lit was hers-it was hers-he was
sure.
Nc doubt YOU are anxious to know
who she was. Well, for chat matter,
so was Hobbs, for he had not the
slightest idea.
Nou must know, then, that Hobbs
was bachelor and it has been said
chat bachelors often are sentimental
He hadn't lived 80 years without
knowing something of love. Since %
his appreciation and utter depend
ence on romance had yearly increased
With little computation it is quite
easy to ascertain that Hobbs was
quite romantic-yes most romantic.
There wasn't day in which it did
not appeal to him His name spelled
Hobbs, but his heart spelled plainly
Romance
Now you can understand a little
better why he cherished the lost
glove, and possibly you can account
for his having kissed it three times
fenderly deyotedly
He did all this, in the quiet and Sc
clusion of his own Office, for Hobbs
made no boast Of his romantic nature,
and even tried occasionally to conceal
1t from his prosaic friends.
He held the tiny glove in his right
hand and dreamed then he trans
ferTed it carefully to his left hand,
ann dreamed some more.
1t was a little glove, and Hobbs had
a penchant for holding little hands
Big ones he abhorred. He had tried |
them all, and his final verdict was
that the smaller the hand the bigger |
the love (not the glove. That was
why he had picked it up in the first |
place; that was why he was dream
ing over it instead of the work piled |
high on his desk.
The castle he built out of that small |
glove was by far his greatest achieve,
ment in that line-and that was right |
in his line. He was builder of cas-
Ties, maker of mansions, and often
smaller things than even that glove
@erved for foundations.
That noon he carried it with him to
lunch in his breast pocket and the
waiter wondered why he received a
halfdollar for a tip from the absent
minded man who felt continually in
his breast pocket
BY three that afternoon he had
decided on her every feature and
talent, he had created his fairy from
t5e glove-and, now that he had made
her to order, he determined to find
her and realize his dreams.
The case simply was this: She had
lest glove; she would know that
had found it; she would
know about where she lost it; she
would go there and inquire If that
failed, she would go to the lost and
found bureau in the store and leave
her name and address, so that if the
glove were found she could get 1t.
Then, too, she might advertise for it,
foI it was a new gloye and the other
WIS useless without it, And then, if
Size did not adyertise-Hobbs would.
With this idea in mind he started
alft and went to the department store
where he had found the glove. But
he store was closed, and he took the
,ar for home, troubled by the loss of
fme, but certain that he would find
Ter in the morning
That night he went happily to bed
nd dreamed Of her-dreamed of her
of her daintiness. He saw
er before him with those tiny hands,
lith feet to match; he saw her in his
ight dreams as he had created her in
is day dreams.
And then the hope-no, the surety
-of finding her possessed him, and
e went down to breakfast with sat
SIZED smile.
AS he scanned the headlines of the
corning paper his mind mechanically
everted to her, and he found himself
banning what he would say at the
tore where he had found the glove
Possibly she already has adver-
ised for it." he thought, and eagerly
Ipened his paper to the "lost and
onnd column"
Eais eye ran down the advertise
nents in rapid haste. 1t stopped
Iuickly at one item, and he read the
irst two lines with delight in his
yes. I
Suddenly his face changed, the cor
iers Of his mouth dropped, his cheeks {
rev white and he bit nervously at
lis mustache.
With an all gone feeling, he
rushed the paper in his hands and
brew It across the table. Then.