Staunton vindicator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1860-1896, 1881-10-14

Cdll0TS ma pTOVlSO aG WHICH VIZ all
laughed.
This was "home'' to US after the labor of
the day. Indeed and in truth Katy made
| the place so charming that we forget the
the factory when we got to it. She impro-
vised cunning little things out of triAes
that are usually thrown away as useless,
and the flowers growing IN broken pots in
windows were glory to behold. She al
ways had a fresh book OF periodical on her
table; and better than than this, she
brought to US the larger cultivation and
the purer taste, which taught US to use the
opportunities placed within our reach
What made you take to our style of
living, Katy?" asked Lizzie one evening.
as we all sat in the east window, watch
ing the stars and telling girlish dreams.
DESTINY, my child" answered Katy.
STOPPING to replace the little boot she had
thrown off to rest her foot.
"But you might have been an authoress
or painter, or IA book-keeper, Or"
Lizzie's knowledge of this world was
rather limited; Katy broke in upon her.
genius. and hate arithmetic
"But you did not always have to work
for living, Katy?" said May. "You are
a lady. know"
Katy laughed queer short laugh.
Yes she said, land that's why don't
| know how to get my living in any way but
this. so behold nue. healthy and honest
factory girl.''
She rose, made little bow and -four
ish with her small hands, and we all
laughed, although she had said nothing
| funny.
s'Milly,'' said she, "please light the lamp
and get the magazine while hunt up my
| needle and thread. Ladies. find myself
under the necessity of mendlng my gloves
this evening. Oh, poverty, where is thy
sting? In shabby glove. 1 do believe;
for nothing hui is us like that, unless it be
decaying boot"
| katy's gloves were marvel to us. She
never wore any but Of good quality, and
always of the same color-a brownish.
neutral tint, that harmonized with almost
any dress-but just now new pair would
seem to be the one thing needful, from the
appearance of the ones she brought out.
The next day was Saturday, and we had
half holiday. Katy and l went to make
some trilng purchases, and on our way
stopped at big boarding house to see one
J Of the girls who was ill.
When we came out Katy ran across the
street to get magazine from the news
shop, and came hurrying up to overtake
me before turned the corner. She had
the magazine open, and one of her hands
was ungloved; but it was not until we
reached home that she found that she had
lost glove. 1t was too late then to 60
and look for it. We went and searched
the next morning, but could not find it.
Katy mourned for it.
1T was my only pair, girls,' she said
traglcally, and it is a loss that cannot be
repla ced."
X = x
What people call a ''panic" bad occur
Arthur Craig had lost his Katy, and al
, most without days warning, he found
himself poor man. He left his affairs in
the hands of creditors, having satisfied
himself that they could gather enough
from the wreck to save themselves-and
set his face resolutely to London.
He had been educated for physician,
though fortune had not made physician
of him. Learning from friend that there
was an opening for doctor in Fenwick.
he came thither and began to practice.
DR.. Sewell had gone off on visit, leav-
ing his patients in charge of the new doc
tor; so it came about that on that Satur-
day evening he was on his way to visit
Maggie Lloyd, the sick girl at the lodging
house, when, just after turning the cor
ner near the news shop. he saw brown
glove lying on the pavement. He was
about to pass it by, but mans instinct
to pick up anything 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 made his call and returned
to his consulting room, in taking paper
from mis- pocket, the glove fell out, and he
picked it up and looked at it with idle
curiosity.
1t was old, hut well preserved. 1t had
been mended often, but so neatly as to
make him regard mending as one of the
fine arts. 1t had strangely familiar 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 in the dining room of ''their
house, (alas y and watched her put her
small hands into pair of brown gloves so
much like this very one.
Ever since that never-to- be-forgotten-
day the vision of bis lost love, sitting
there in the fading light, slowly drawing
on her gloves, her sweet eyes filling as they
talked-quarreled, we should say, perhaps
had gone with him as an abiding memo
ry of her, until he had come to know each
shade of the picture, the color of the dress,
the ribbons 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 lodging house. But it did not
look like a ''factory girls" 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 treDble as he drew 1t