The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1881-08-31


the larger cultivation, and the purcr
taste, which taught us how to use OPP
portunities within our reach.
"What made you take to our style of
life, Katy p asked Lizzie, one evening,
MS We all sat in the east window watch
ing the out-coming of the stars and tell
ing girlish dreams;
"Destiny, my child" answered Katy,
shopping to replace tho little boot she
| had thrown off to rest her foot
"But you might have been an author
ess, or painter, or IA bookkceper,
Or"
Iizzie's knowledge of this world was
rather limited Katy broke in upon her.
"There, that will do. was not born
a genius, and hate arithmetic
"But you did not always have towork
for living, Katy?" said May. "You
arc lady, | know"
Katy laughed queer, short laugh.
eyes, she said, "and that's why |
don't know how to get my living i'll any
way but this. 80 behold me 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.
"NTlly," said she, "plcase light the
| lamp and get the magazine, while hunt
up my thimble and thread. Ladies', |
| find myself under the necessity Of mend
ing my gloves this evening. Oh, pow
crty where is thy sting? In shabby
| glove, do believe, for nothinghurts me
like that unless it be decaying boot.
Katy's gloves were n marvel to MS.
She never wore any but of good quail
| ity, and always the same color-a
brownish neutral tint. that harmonized
with almost any drcss-but just now a
new pair would seem to be one thing
ncodful, from the appearance OF the ones
| she brought out.
She sat and patiently mendcd the lit
| tlo rents, while | read aloud; and when
she had finished tho gloves looked al
most new.
The next day was Saturday, and we
had half-holiday. Katy and | went to
make some triiing purchases, and on
our way home stopped at the big board
ing-house to see one of the girls who
was ill.,
| When we came out Kate ran across
the street to get II 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 homo that she found
she had lost gloves. 1t was too late
then to 90 and look for it. We went and
searched the next morning, but could
not find it,
Katy mourned for it.
ct was my only pair, girls" snid
she, iragicolly 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 u poor man. He left his
Affairs in the hands of his creditors
having satisfied himself that they could
gather enough from the wreck IL save
themselves set his face to London.
He had been educated for n physician,
though fortune made n merchant OF
him. Learning from friend that there
was an opening for doctor III Fenwlck,
he came thither and began to practice.
| DIR. Scwell 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, lie
saw brown glove lying on the pave
mcnt 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
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 80 neatly
as to make him regard mending as one
of the fine arts. It 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 Katys
side on the green sofa in the dining
room of "their house " (alas } and
watched her put her small hands Ito
pair Of brown gloves 80 much like this
one.
Ever since that neverto-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
say, perhaps 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 tho factory girls, as he found
it near the lodging g-house. But it did
not look like "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
30 associated with the memory OF past
that was sacred to him, that he felt his
cheek burn and his hand tremble, as he
drow 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.
"Bv the way, Miss Maggie, do you
know whose glove this is p
Maggie Lnew it at once. 1t was Miss
GARDENERS glove.
"Miss Gardiner
The name made his heart beat again,
..T ~ ora oe fba factory hands 2"