The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1881-08-19

ike that unless it be gsacaying boot.
Katy's gloTe5 were a marvel to us.
She never wore any but OF good quail
ity, and always tbs eanae color-a
brownish neutral tint, that harmonized
with almost any dress-but just now
new pair would seem to be one thing
needful, from the appearance of the ones
she brought out.
She sat and patiently mended the lit
tie rents, while I read aloud; and when
she had finished the gloves looked 81
most new. a-s.e
The next day vas Saturday, and we
lad half holiday. Katy and went to
make some trifing purchases, and on
our way home stopped at the big board
lng-house to see one of the girls who
was Ill.
When we came out Kate ran across
the street to get magazine from tbs
news-shop, and came hurrying up to
overtake me before I turned The corner.
She had the magaGitle open, and one OF
her hands was ungloved I; but it was not
until we reached home that she found
she had lost a gloves. It was too late
then to go and look for it. We went and
searched the next morning, but could
not find it.
Katy mOurned for II.
- 1t sas nay only pair, girls, said
she, tragieally and is loss that can
not be repaired"
What people call "panic" had oc-
CURED in financial circles in the spring
after Arthur Craig had lost bis Katy,
and almost without days warning he
found himself s 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-ands set his face to London.
He had been educated for physician,
though fortune made merchant Of
him. Learning from friend that there
was an opening for doctor in Fenwick,
he came thither and began to practice.
DIR. Sewell had gone off on 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 turn
ing the corner near the news. shop, he
saw brown glove lying on the pave
ment. 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 had made his call and
returned to his consulting room, in TAX
| ~ Al.
fell out, and he picked 1t up and looked
at it with idle curiosity.
1t was old, but well-preserved It
had been mended often, but so neatly
as to make him regard mending as one
of the fine arts. 1t had a 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 D and
watched her put her small hands into
pair Of brown gloves SO much like this
one.
Ever since that never-to-be-forgotten
day, the vision Of his lost love, sitting
there in the fading light, slowly draw
ing on her glove, her sweet eyes filling
as they talked-quarreled, we should
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 10 he put it carefully in his pocket
until he should made 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 baud 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 Lnew it at once. It was Miss
GARDENERS glove.
Miss Gardiner |"
The name made his heart beat again.
"Is she one of the factory hands p"
Yes but she lodges with Mrs. How
ell, quite out of town, almost she was
here to see me yesterday"
ooh, | see !" said he, not the most
relevantly. "And can you tell rae how
to find Mrs. Howell's house 1 suppose
I could go by and restore this glove to
it's owner"
Maggie thought this unnecessary
trouble; but she gave the required d.
rection, and he went out saying to him.
SELF: 1t can't be my Katy, of course
but the glove shall go back to it,
owner.
X
Mary and Lizzie went to church that
Sunday morning. Katy declared she
couldn't go, having but one glove. /
stayed at home with her, and offered to
keep Mrs. Howell children for her, and
so persuaded that worthy woman to at
tend 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 ring at the door;
and Bridget having taken herself of
somewhere, there was no help for it but
for one of us to answer the SUMMONS,
"You go, Katy" whispered I, in dis
may, i can not appear"
Katy glanced serenely at her own
frizly head in the looking glass, gave q
pull at her overskirt and touch to her
collar and opened the door.
Immediately afterwerd I was shocked
by hearing her utter genuine feminine
scream and seeing her drop on the
floor; and that man, a perfect stranger
to me, gathered her up in his arms and
began raving over her in manner that
astonished me. He called her I" his
darling, and "his own Kate" and &C.
tually kissed her before 1 could reach
her.
I was surprised at myself afterwards,
that | hadn't ordered the gentleman
| ont but IL never occurred IN ma et tha