Smyrna times., 1881-09-14

lYRNA, DEL, WEDNESDA
but this. So behold me healthy and
honest factory girl"
She rose, made little bow and flour
ish with her small hands, and we all
laughed, although she had said nothing
funny.
" Milly," She said, "please light the
lamp and get the magazine, while / hunt
up my thimble and thread Ladies, find
myself under the necessity of mendng
my gloves this evening. Oh, poverty,
where is thy sting? In shabby glove.
do not believe: for nothing hurts me like
that unless it be a dccaying boot
Katy's gloves were a marvel to us. She
never wore amy of good quality, and al
ways the same cOlOr-a broWnish neutral
tint, that harmonizcd with amy drcss-but
just now new pair would ser;A to be the
one thing ncedful, from the app,ari,a"" OF
the ones she brought out.
She sat and patiently mendcd the little
rents while read aloud; and when she
had finished the gloves looked almost
new.
The next day was Saturday, and we had
half holiday. Katy and / went to make
some trilling purchases, and on our way
home stopped at the big boarding house
to see one Of the girls who was i'll.
When we came out Katy ram across the
street to get magazine from the news
shop, and came huTying up to Overtalle
me before turned the corner. She had
The mngAzEe open, and one of her hands
was uHgio} e'i, but i was not until We
reached home that she found she had lost
a glove. II WIS too late then to go and
look for it. We went and searched the
next morning, but could not find it.
Katy monrned tDr il,
"It was my only pair, girls" said She
tragically, 'und ii is Il loss that cannot be
repaired"
What people called panic had occur
red i'll the financial circles in the spring
after arthur Craig had lost his Katy.
Almost without Il days warning he found
himself poor man. lie left his affairs in
the hands Of his creditors--haying salts
fed himself that they could gather enough
from the wreck to save themselyes-a
set his face to London.
He had been educated for physician.
though fortune made a merchant Of him.
Learning from It friend that there wa, an
opening for doctor III FenWick, he came
thither and began to practice.
Dr. Sewell had gone off ON visit, leav-
ing 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 turning
the corner by the news store, he saw
brown glove lying on the pavement, lie
was about to pass it by, but mans in
stinct to pick up anything of value that
seems to have no owner made him put il
in his pocket.
But when he had made his call and re-
turned to his consulting room, in taking
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. It had
been mended often, but so neatly as to
make him regard mcndng as one of the
finest 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 AS hour, many months
past, when he sat By katy's side ON the
green sofa in the dining room of ''their
house" (alas J and watched her put her
small hands into pair of brown gloves
so much like this one,
Ever since that neFef-to- he 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 talkcd-quaTeled, we should saw. |
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,
lie 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 it did not
look like factory hands" glove. He
would ask Maggie Lloyd at any ratio. So
he put 1t carefully in his pocket until he |
should make his calls the next morning.
lie had suffered the glove to become so
associated with his memory of the 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 GONZALES
cence, 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?'
Maggie knew it once. 1t was Miss
Gardeners glove.
Miss Gardiner!"
The name made his heart beat again,
" Is she one of the factory hapds9n
Yes, but she lodges with Mrs. Howell, |
quite out of town almost. She was here
to see me yesterday"