The Hickman courier. [volume] (Hickman, Ky.) 1859-current, 1881-08-05
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n genius, and / hate arithmetic"
"But YOU did not always have towork
for living. Katy?" said May. "You
are lady, know.
Katy laughed queer, short laugh.
"Yes," she said, land that's why ]
don't know how to get nay living in any
way but this. 80 behold me n healthy
and honest factory girl.
She rose, made little bow, and a
flourish with her small hands, and we all
laughed, although she had said nothing
| funny.
"NIilly," said she, ''please light 'Ae
lamp and get the magazine, while : : liunI I
up my thimble and thread. ladies' l
find myself under the necessity ot o.. neha-
/ ing my gloves thus evening" W, P9V-
! err s, l1er-~-ss thy stirss5, laoDy
glove, i do believe. for nothing hurts me
like that unless it be decaylng boot. !"
Katy's gloves were a marvel to us.
She never wore any but OF good quail
ity, and always the same color-a
brownish neutral tint. that harmonlzed
with almost any dress-but Just now a
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 L read aloud; and when
she had finished the gloves looked al
most new.
The next day was Saturday, and we
had half-holiday Katy and went to
make some trihing purchases, and on
our way home stopped at the big board
ing-house to see one of the girls who
was i'll.
When we came out Kate ran across
the street to get a 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
she had lost a gloves. 1t 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.
cit was my only pair, girls" said
she, tragically; q" 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 his Katy,
and almost without days warning he
found himself n poor man. He left hIs
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 physician,
though fortune made a merchant of
him. Learning from friend that there
was an opening for doctor in Fenwick,
he came thither and began to practice.
DIR. Sewel had gone off on visit,
leaving his patients in charge OF thenew
doctor and so 1t 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 t1re-
ing 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 had made his call and
returned to his consulting room, IN TAX
ing 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 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 irto
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 tlilng
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
il near the lodging-house. But IL did
not look like a "factory hands glove.
He would ask Maggie Lloyd, at any
rate so 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 a past
that was sacred to him, that he felt his
cheek burn and his hand tremDle, as ne
drew il forth to show it to Maggie, who
was sitting. in the comfort OF GONZALES
cence, in an arm-chair 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 y
Maggie knew it at once. 1t was Miss
GARDENERS glove.
Miss Gardiner
The name made his heart beat again.
"Is she one of the factory hands ?"
eyes but she lodges with Mrs. How
ell. quite out of town, almost; she was
here to see me yesterday"
"Oh, L see D said he, not the most
relevantly. "And can You tell me how
to find Mrs. Howell's house? suppose
/ could go 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 Z" 1t 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. /
stayed at home with her, and offered to
keep Mrs. Howell's 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 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 il but
for one OF us to answer the summons
~" You go, Katy, whispered L IN dis
may, 1 can not appear .
Katy glanced serenely at her own
iriziy head IN the looking glass, gave a
pull at her overskirt and q touch - bsr
collar and onana1 tha door - aAN