Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1881-07-06

searched the next morning, but could moi
find it.
at was my only pair, girls" said she
tragically; "and IL is loss that cannot be
repaired"
CHAPTER III.
What people call "panic had occurred
in financial circles in the spring after Ar.
thur Craig had lost his Katy, and almost
without DAVIS warning he found himself a
poor man. He left his affairs in the hands
of creditors-haviug satisfied himself that
they could gather enough from the wreck to
save themselves set his face TO London.
lie had been educated for a physician,
though fortune made merchant OF him.
Learning from friend that there was an
opening for a doctor in Fenwick, he came
thither and began to practice.
Doctor Sewell had gone off on visit,
leaving his patients in charge OF the new
doctor and so il 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. lie 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 re-
turned to his consulting room, in taking a
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, 1t lay on his
knee, bearing the very form of the hand that
had worn it.
And as he gazed at it there came 10 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 a
pair of brown gloves so much like this one.
Ever since that neverto-be-forgotten 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, un-
til he had come to know each shade OF the
picture-the color of the dress, the ribbon
at the throat, and the shaded plume on
her hat.
lie 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 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 day.
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 convalescence 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 7"
Maggie knew it at once 1t was Miss
Gardeners glove.
The name made his heart beat again.
" Is she one of the factory hands ?"
eyes, but she lodges with Mrs. Howell,
quite out of town, almost; she was here to
see me yesterday"
ooh, / see" said he, not the most rele-
vanity. "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 direction, and he
went out, saying to himself, at can't be
my Katy, OF course; but the glove shall 60
back to its owner"
CHAPTER ~.
Mary and Lizzie went to church that Sun
day morning. Katy declared she couldn't
go, having but one glove. l stayed at home
with her and offered to keep Mrs. Howell's
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 frolic on the carpet with
the children in Mrs. Howell's room, we
heard ring at the door and Bridget hav-
ing taken herself off somewhere, there was
no help for it, but for one of us to answer
the summons.
"You go, Katy" whispered l in dismay
81 cannot appear"
Katy glanced serenely at her own frizzy
head in the looking-glass, gave pull at her
overskirt and touch to her collar and
opened the door.
Immediately afterwards was shocked by
hearing her utter genuine feminine scream,
and seeing her drop on the floor; and that
a man, perfect stranger to me, gathered her
up in his arms and began raving over her in
ohao aoVohiohcu llt
her Z" his darling" and " his own Katy" and
actually kissed her before l could reach her.
/ was surprised at myself afterwards that
| hadn't ordered the gentlemen out; but it
never occurred to me at the time, and when
Katy "came to-" and sat up GU 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 l say further ? Only that
Katy lives in the pretty house in the town
known as Doctor Craig's residence, where
we three factory girls " have home when
ever we want it. And there are no liquors
found on her sideboard or at her table.
One day heard Arthur say, " You were
silly child, Kate, to run away from me.
should have given up the point at last, l
know"
"But there would have been the splendid
cellar and the ten thousand year." ans.
wered she. at would have been such a
temptation. We are safer as it is, dear"
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