The Cook County herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Minn.) 1893-1909, 1907-10-26
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BY CORNELIA REDMOND
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1T is useless, Mr.. Trevor, I can
never care for you in that way. In
fact, to tell you the truth, I am al
ready engaged"
"And you have been merely making
a plaything of my hearth exclaimed,
holly. ''Yop were engaged before you
came here, and you never told me-"
ut is not yet announced" replied
Miss Mason, with a movement of her
graceful head II have told no one ex-
cept my most intimate friends George
Mr.. Sanford-does not wish it to be
known until his return from Europe
He was obliged to go over on business
two months ago.
And in the meantime my devotion
has served to make the period of his
absence a trif1e less dull than you
would otherwise have found it!' in
terrupted, bitterly.
1T was SUMNER" answered my fair
companion, alphabetically; II thought
there was an unwritten agreement
among people of the world that sum-
mer affairs were never to be taken Sc
riously.''
L have not been brought up in a
school where such lessons are taught
l returned, CURLY. 81 know very little
Of women and their ways. I thank
you for the opportunity that you have
given me of learning something about
them"
I picked up my hat and leaving my
companion seated on the grass, strobe
away across the field in the direction
OF the railroad station. 1t was not
the most gallant proceeding in the
world, but had just received a blow,
the bitterness of which had made me
almost irresponsible for the moment
had come to Beachport about the
middle of July for much needed rest,
legal business having kept me hard
at work in town up to that time The
| one boarding house in the quaint lit
tie New Hampshire village was kept
by two dear old ladies, the Misses
Wrinkles.
Eleanor Mason was a splendid look
ing woman of three and twenty, tall
and Slender In figure, and with a dig
nifty of carriage that was almost
queenly
i went at once to my room at the
Misses Wrinkles, packed my things,
and in less than an hour had settled
everything, made some incoherent ex-
cuses to the astonished elder Miss
Wrinkles, and was on my way to New
York.
Once back in town, was soon deep
in my work again, and in the hurry
| and hustle of the city life I began to
| recover from what had been the Bit
| terest disappointment that had ever
come to me- ~
One evening about three weeks aft
er my return to town, I was looking
| over my summer clothes with the in
tention of packing some of them away,
when found in the pocket of one of
my coats pair of lady's gloves.
l thought at first that they must be
Miss MasOn's, for I remembered that
had worn this coat on that day when
we had parted for the last time. Then
I recalled the fact that Miss Forest,
the little school teacher, had pulled
off her gloves, and having no pocket
in her dress, had asked me to take
care of them for her. So these were
doubtless hers.
| unrolled them and looked at them
curiously. I was unaccustomed to
women's things, and as I handled
them it was with a feeling of some
thing like reverence. How small they
were, and what tiny hand it must
be that could wear them. l had never
noticed Miss Forests hands, or in
fact anything about her, except in
passing way. All my looks and
thoughts during those summer days
at Beachport had been for Miss Ma
son.
I had a half formed intention of re.
turning them to their owner, but some
how / shrank from my communica-
ton with the place which still had un-
pleasant associations for me, and so
from day to day I put it off.
A week went by, and one morning I
received letter in handwriting
which I recognized as that of the
elder Miss Wrinkles.
"Dear Mr.. Trevor" it read, Miss Fo.-
est has lost a pair of gloves, and seems
| to think that she gave them to you fir
safe keeping on that day that you all
| went grabbing In the confusion attend
| ant on your sudden departure that after
| noon you doubtless forgot that you had
| them. and it has occurred to me that pos
sibly they may still be in your pocket.
! I trust you will pardon me for troubling
you, but as you perhaps know, Miss For
est is entirely dependent upon her own
exertions for her support and feel sure
that the loss of even a pair of gloves is
of consequence to her. She does not
| know that I am writing to you, so if by
any chance you should find the gloves,
| will you kindly send them to number -
Madison avenue (Which is the address of
the boarding school where she teaches)
| without mentioning my letter. She is
| leaving us to-day to return to her du-
ties With kind membranes from my