Connecticut western news., 1881-05-18

. sat in the east, window, watching the out coming of the starsps and telling girlish dreams. s: shs9' aaj sTas Ia5f7Fi t7edfH
 Destiny, my child" answered Katy, stepping to replace the little boot she had thrown off to rest her foot. l.. -s'-- 4-i E sr'-
 "But you might have been an authoress, or painter, or a-a bookkeeper, 1orrr-7'ss
 Ezzie's knowledge of this world was rather limited ;; Katy broke in upon her. 'There, that will do. I was not born a genius, and hate arithmetic. tidasgT ,g
 {" But you,did not always have to work for a living, Katy ?" said May. :svo Katy laughed a queer, short laugh .&'I
 "Yes," she said, 'tand that's why don't know how to get my living in any way but this. So behold me Q healthy and honest factory girl" .3sl ,ils VEK
 She rose, mader little bow and flourish with her small hands, and we all laughed, although she had said nothing funny. ,- T
 s"Mly, 'bsa:d she, bt' please light the lamp and get the magazine, while Iahunt up my thimble and, thread d Ladies, find myself under tho necessity of .mending my gloves this evening. Oh, poverty whereri is thy stngag In shabby glove, I do believe, for nothing hurts me like that, unless it be D decaying boot. ..r s-,.fes.. .gir rqsy.9,d I@-, She sat and patiently mended, the little rents, while'I read aloud, and when she had finished the gloves looked almost new. s''-s .,.
 The, next day was Saturday and we had half1holiday. Katy and Invent to make some trifing purchases, and on the way home stopped at the big, boarding house to see one, of the girls who was ill.- .i E rH ,.
 When we came out Katy ran across the street to get a. magazine from the news stand, and came hurrying up to overtake me before l turned the corner. She had the magazine open and one of her hands un-e gloved; but it was not until we reached home that she found she, had lost a glove. It was too late then to go and look. for it. We went and searched the next morning, but could not find it.Ni@ .. , .''+ ..'Z'
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 What people call "panic " had occurred in financial circles in the spring after Ar. thur: Craig had lost his Katy, and almost without a days warning he found himself poor man. & He left his affairs in the hands of his creditors - having satisfied himself
 s that they could gather, enough from the wreck to save themselves. -.,f.ad l.-sW q -
 He had been educated for a physician, though fortune made a merchant of him: Learning from @ friend that there. was an opening for a doctor in Fenwick, he came here and began to practice. e7& fIa'-
 Dr. Sewen had gone of 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 turning the corner near the news-shop, he saw brown glove lying on the pavement. 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. .r--at.. ,.,.ls .
 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. t.. s.. r-.. ..-, .sssg
 It was old but well preserved. It had been mended often, but so neatly as to make him regard mending as one of the fine arts. It had a 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. ~fi af s..' i; ID
 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-roonl of " their house !" (alas!) and watched her put her small hands into pair of brown gloves so much like this | one ar 'H' 1.@.@ B. t@ t-+ ''n''' Ever since that never-to- -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, until he had come to know each shade of the picture-the color of the dress, the ribbon at her throat and the shaded plume in her hat. ... -r . ....-.... .s1..s 3~s.. . | He 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 Maggie Lloyd, at any rate so he put it carefully in his pocket until he should make his calls the next morning. a s. ..
 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 arm- chair by the window, watching the hand some young doctor write the prescription for | her benefit. ..u.G s.-' Fl. far .'=ia
 By the way, Miss Maggie do you know whose glove this is ?" .. .-.ii. a.i .a '-- Maggie knew it at once. It was Miss Gardiner's glove. ... ,.- f' Miss Gardiner!" ... .'. .s 4.
 The name made his heart beat again.
 ''Is she one of the factory hands 2"
 l. "Yes; but she lodges with Mrs. Howell, quite out of town, almost; she was here to see me yesterday" .| ".
 | "Oh l I see!" said he, not the most rele
 vanity. "And can you tell me how to fint
 Mrs. Howell's house? I suppose could
 go by and restore this glove to it's owner"