The Indianapolis leader. (Indianapolis, Ind.) 1879-1890, 1881-12-31

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Katv's gloves were q marvel to us. Sh,
never wore any but of good quality, and al
( WAYS of the same cOlOr-a brownish, neutra
| tint, that harmonized with almost any dress
but just now a new pair would seem to be-
the one thing needful, from the appearance
of the ones see brought out.
She sat and patiently mended the little
rents, while read aloud, and when she had
finished, the gloves looked almost new. The
next day was Saturday, and we had hal
holiday. Katy and | went to make some
trifing purchases, and on our way home
stopped at a big boarding house to see one oil
the girls who was sick.
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 il was not until we reached home that
she found she had lost glove. 1t was toe
late then to 90 and look for it. We went and
searched the next morning, but could not
find it,
Katy mourned for it.
at was my only pair, girls" said she ira
gically, 'and IL is loss that can not be re
placed"
What people call a panic had occurred
ir financial circles in the spring after Arthur
Craig had lost his Katy, and almost without
a days warming he found himself poor
man. He left his affairs in the hands of his
Notwithstanding satisfied himself that they
could gather enough from the wreck to save
themselves, and set his face to London.
He had been educated for physician
though fortune made merchant of him.
lie lrning from a friend that there was an
opening for a doctor in Fenwick, he came
thither and began to practice.
Dr. Sewell had gone off on visit, leaving
his patients in charge of the new doctor; so
it came about that OH that Saturday even
ing 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 pave
ment He was about to pass it by, but a
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 his pocket the glove tell out, and he
picked it up and looked at it with idle Curl
osity.
1t was old but we'll preserved. 1t had
been mended often, but so neatly as TO make
him regard mending as one of the lost arts.
1t had a strangely familiar look to him.
Little and brown aud shal ely, it lay on his
knee bearing the very form ofthe hand that
had worn it.
And as he gazed at it there came to him
the memory of an hour, many months past,
when lie had sat by Katy IS side on the green
sofa in the dining-room of their house
(alas) and watched her put on a 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 drawing on her glove,
her eyes filling as they talked--quarreled,
we should say, perhaps had gone with him
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
he factory girls, as he found IL near the
lodging house. But it did not look like
factory hands" glove. He would ask Mag
gle 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
ISOLATED with the memory of the past that
was sacred to him, that be felt his cheek
burn and his hand tremble as he drew it
forth to chow it to Maggie, who was sitting,
in the comfort of convalescence, in an arm
chair by the window, watching the hand
some young doctor write the prescription
by the way, Miss Maggie, do you know
whose glove this is?''
Maggie knew at once. 1t was Miss Gardi-
ners glove. .ft.-
Miss GARDENERS"
The name made his heart beat again.
us she one of the factory hands,"
ayes 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 rele-
vanity. And can you tell me how to find
Mrs. Howelrs house? l suppose could go
by and restore this glove to its owner"
Maggie thought this unnecessary trouble,
but she gave the required direction and he
went out, saying to- himself: ut can't be
Katy. of course; but this glove shall go
back to its owner"
Mary and Lizzie went to Church that Sun
day morning. Katy declared she couldn't
90, having but one glove. | stayed at home
with her and offered to keep Mrs. Howell s
children for her. and so persuaded that wor-
thy woman to attend worship with the girls.
And this is how it came about, that while
we were having frOlic on the carpet with
the children in Mrs. Howelps room we
heard a ring at the door and Bridget having
taken herself off somewhere, there was no
help for it but for one of us to answer the
summons
You go, Katy" whispered /, in dismay,
81 can not appear"
Katy glanced serenely at her own frizzy
head in the looking glass, gave a pull at her
overskirt and touch to her collar, and
opened the door.
Immediately afterward | was shocked to
hear her utter a genuine feminine scream,
and see her drop on the floor; and that man.
perfect stranger to me, gathered her up In
his arms and began raving over her in a
manner that astonished me. He called her
''his darling" and "his own Katy" and act
ually kissed her.
/ was surprised at myself afterward that
hadn't ordered that gentleman out, but 1t
never occurred to me at the time, and when
Katy "come to" and sat on the sofa and
heard his speeches she seemed so well
pleased that left them and took the chill
dren up to our room feeling bewildered all
over.
What shall I say further? Only that Katy
lives in a pretty house in the town known
as DIR. Craig's residence, where We three
factory girls" have home whenever we
want it. And there are no liquors found on
the sIdebOard nor at her table.
One day heard Arthur say: on were
silly child. Kate, to run away from me.
should have given up the point at last,
know" -
"But there would have been the splendid
cellar and the ten thousand year." an
swered she. 1t would have been such Q
| temptation. We are safer as it is, my dear. y
Germany.