The Magnolia gazette. [volume] (Magnolia, Miss.) 1872-current, 1881-08-26
J. D. BURKE, Editor.
VOL. ".

with the superintendent, and had us
sheltered under Mrs. Howells vino and
fig tree. We four girls were the proud
possessors Of a tolerably large, double
bedded apartment, with queer little
dressing-room attached" and the lib
erty of the parlor to receive callers in
"a proviso Mt which We all laughed.
This was home to us after the labor
Of the day. Indeed and in truth, Katy
made the place so charming that we for
got tho "factory girls when we got to
It. She improvised cunning little things
out Of trifes that are usually thrown
away as useless, and the flowers growing
in broken pots in our window were a
glory to behold. She always had a
fresh book or periodical on our table
and better than this, she brought to us
the larger cultivation, and the purer
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,
as 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,
stopping to replace the little boot she
had thrown off to rest her foot
"But you might have been an author
ess, or a painter, or "a bookkeeper,
Or"
Lizzie's knowledge of this world was
rather limited Katy broke in upon her
"There, that will do was not born
a genius, and I hate arithmetic.
"But you did not always have towork
fOr a living Katy ~ snid NAV aYOu
are a lady, know"
Katy laughed queer, short laugh,
Yes" she said, "and that's why I
don't know how to get my living in any
way but this. So behold me q healthy
and honest factory girl.
She rose. made little bow, aud a
flourish with her small hands, aud we all
laughed, although she had said nothing
funny
"NIilly," said she, "please light the
lamp and get the magazine, while hunt
nj my thimble and thread. Ladies', l
find myself under the necessity Of mend
ing my gloves this evening. Oh, pov-
erty where is thy sting? In shabby
glove, do believe, for nothing hurts me
like that unless it be a deeaying boot, !"
Katy's gloves were marvel to us.
She never wore any but OF good quail
ily. and always the same color-a
brownish neutral tint, That harmonized
with almost any dress-but Just now a
new pair would seem to be one thing
ncedful from the appearance Of the ones
she brought ont
She sat and patiently mended the lit
lie rents, while | read aloud and when
sho 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 ILL.,
When we came out Kate ran across
i the street to get q magazine from the
! news-shop, and came hurrying up 10
overtake me before ] turned the corner.
J 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 n gloves. 1t was too late
then to 90 and look for it. We went and
searched the next morning, but could
not find it.
|
at was my only pair, girls said
she, tragically "and is loss that can
not be repaired"
What people call "panio' Ind oc-
Cured in financial circles in the spring
after Arthur Craig had lost his Katy,
and almost without days warning he
found himself poor man. He lett his
affairs in the hands of his creditors
having satisfied himself that they could
gather enough from the wreck to save
themselyes-and set his face to London.
He had been educated for physician,
though fortune made a merchant o.
him. Learning from friend that there
was an opening for doctor IN fenwick,
he came thither and began to practlc.ee'
DR.. Sewell had gone off on visit
leaving his patients in charge OF the new
doctor and so it came about that OF
that Saturday evening he was on his way
to visit Maggie Lloyd, the sick girl Al
the lodging house, when just after turn
ing the corner near the news shop, h'
saw a brown glove lying on the pave
ment. He was about to pass it by ; bu
mans instinct to pick up anything o
value that seems to have no owner, mad'
him put it in his pocket. He forgot al
about it the next minute.
! But when he had made his call AM
returned to his consulting room, in TAX
ing a paper from his pocket the glow
fell out, and he picked it up and looke'
at It with idle curiosity.
II was old, but well-preserved. !
had been mended often, but so neatl,
as to make him regard mending as on
: Of the fine arts. It had a strangel
familiar look to him. Little, and brown
and shapely, it lay on his knee, bearinI
the very form Of the hand that ha
And as he gazed at it there came
him the memory OF an hour, man
months past, when he had sat by Katy
1 side on the green sofa in the dlnlnt
a room of "their house (alas , an
. watched her put her small hands into
1 pair of brown gloves so much IKE Tn