Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1881-09-22

What people call "panic" had oc-
Cured in financial circles in the spring
after Arthur Craig had lost his Katy,
and almost without a days warning he
found himself poor man. He left
his affairs in the hands OF his creditors
having satisfied himself that they
could gather enough from the wreck to
save themselves-and set his face to
London.
He had been educated for physi-
clan, though fortune made merchant
of him. Learning from a friend that
there was an opening for doctor IN
Fenwick, he came thither and began to
practice.
DR.. Sewen had gone off on a visit,
leaving his patients in charge of the
new doctor; and so it came about that
on that Saturday evening he was on
his way to visit Maggie Lloyd, the sick
girl at the lodging-hOuse, when, just
after turning the corner.near the news
shop, he saw brown glove lying on the
pavement. He was about to pass it
by; but a mans instinct to pick up any
thing of value that seems to have no
owner, made him put it in his pocket.
He forgot all about it the next minute.
But when he had made his call and
returned to his consulting room, in
taking paper from his pocket the
glove fell out, and he picked it up and
looked at it with idle curiosity.
1t was old, but well-preserved. 1t
had been mended often, but so neatly
| as to make him regard mending as one
of the fine arts. 1t had a strangely ia
miliar look to him. Little, and brown,
and shapely, it lay on his knee, bearing
the very form of the hand that had
worn it.
And as he gazed at it there came to
him the memory of an hour, many
months past, when he had sat by Katy's
side on the green sofa III the dining room
of ''their house" (alasD and watched
her put her small hands into pair of
brown gloves so much like this one.
Ever since that never-to-be-forgotton
day the vision of his lost love. sitting
there in the fading light, slowly drawing
on her glove, her sweet eyes filling as
they talked-quarreled, we should say,
perhaps-had gone with him as an
abiding memory of her, until he had
come to know each shade of the picture
the color of the dress, the ribbon at
the throat, and the shaded plume in
| her hat.
He looked at the little glove long
time. He had thought it might belong
to one of the factory girls, as he found
it near the clearinghouse. But it did
not look like factory hands" glove.
He would ask Maggie Lloyd, at any
rate; so he put it carefully in his pocket
until he should make his calls the next
morning
He had suffered the glove to become
so associated with the memory of past
that was sacred to him, that he felt his
cheek burn and his hand tremble, as he
drew it forth to show it to Maggie, who
was sitting, in the comfort of GONZALES
cence, in an armchair by the window,
watching the handsome young doctor
write the prescription for her benefit
by the way, Miss Maggie, do you
know whose glove this is?"
Maggie knew it at once. 1t was Miss
GARDENERS glove.
Miss Gardiner y
The name made his heart beat again.
us she one of the factory hands?'
YES but she lodges with Mrs.
Howell, quite out of town, almost; she
was here to see me yesterday"
''Oh, see said he, not the most re-
levantly. "And can you tell me how
to find Mrs. Howell's house? I suppose
L could so by and restore this glove to
its owner
Maggie thought this unnecessary
trouble. but she gave the required di-
rection, and he went out, saying to him
self: ''It can't be my Katy, of course;
but the glove shall go back to its owner"
Mary and Lizzie went to church that
Sunday morning. Katy declared she
couldn't go, having but one glove. 1
stayed at home with her, and offered to
keep Mrs. Howelrs children for her,
and so persuaded that worthy woman
to attend worship with the girls.
And this is how it came about, that
while we were having a frolic on the
carpet with the children in Mrs. How
ellis room, we heard a ring at the door;
and Bridget having taken herself off
som aJyhp GRO fhora uoS no holm fcr ~ ;,Y,t