River Falls journal. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1872-2019, 1881-09-22

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new pair would seem TO be the one
thing needful, from the appearance of
the ones she brought out.
She sat and patiently mended the
little rents, while | read aloud; and
when she had finished, the gloves look
ed almost 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
clearinghouse to see one of the girls
who WAS i'll.
When we came out Kate ran across
| the street TO get magazine from the
! new-shop, and came hurrying up to
overtake me before | turned the cor
ner. She had the magazine open, and
one of her hands was ungloved; bat
it was not until we reached home that
she found she had lost glove. 1t was
/ too late then to go and look for it. We
went and searched the next morning,
but could not find it.
/ Katy mourned fol- il.
at was my only pair, girls" said
she, traeically; 'and it is loss that
cannot be repaired. 4"
What people call a "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 poor man. He left
his affairs in the hands of his creditors
having satisfied himself that they
could gather enough from the wreck to
save themselves set his face to
London.
He had been educated for physi-
clan, though fortune made a merchant
of him. Learning from a friend that
there was an opening for doctor in
Fenwick, he came thither and began TO
practice.
DR.. Sewell had gone Off ON visit,
| leavir- his patients in charge of the
new doctor; and so it came about that
on that Saturday evening ne 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 any
| thing 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
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 1t
had been mended often, but SO neatly
| as to make him regard mendlng as one
of the fine arts. 1t had strangely ia
miliar look to him. Little, and brown,
and shapely, it lay on his knee, bearing
the very form of the hand that had
worn il.
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. room
of "their house" (alasD and watched
her put her small hands into pair of
brown gloves so much like this one
Ever since that -be-forgotton
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 MS 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 a long
time. He had thought it might belong
to one of the factory girls, as he found
it near the clearinghouse. 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.
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 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 at once. 1t was Miss
Gardeners glove.
| miss Gardner
The name made his heart beat again.
"Is she one of the factory handsY
YES 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 re-
levantly. "And can you tell me how
to find Mrs. Howell's house? / suppose
| could so by and restore this glove to
its owner"
Maggie thought this unnecessary
trouble; but she gave the required di-
rection, and he went out, saying to him
self; at can't be my Katy, of course;
but the glove shall go back to its owner" "
y
Mary and Lizzie went to church that
Sunday morning. Katy declared she
couldn't go, having but one glove. j
stayed at home with her, and offered to
! keep Mrs. Howells 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 a frolic on the
carpet with the children in Mrs. How
ellis room, we heard a ring at the door;
and Bridget having taken herself of
somewhere, there was no help for it but
! for one of us to answer the summons.
"You go, Katy" whispered ], in dis
may. 81 cannot appear"
Katy glanced serenely at her own
frizzy head in the looking-glass. gave a
pull at her overskirt and a touch to her
collar and opened the door.
| Immediately afterward | was shock
| ed by hearing her utter genuine fem
mime scream and seeing her drop ON
! the floor; and that man, perfect
stranger TO me, gathered her up in his
arms and began raving over her in u
manner that astonished me. He called
her CHS darling" and CHS own Katy"
and actually kissed her before l could
reach her.
/ was surprised at myself, afterward,
that | hadn't ordered the gentleman
out, but it never occurred to me at the
time, and when Katy "came to" and
sat up on the sofa and heard his
speeches, she seemed so well pleased
, that left them and took the children
up to our room, feeling bewildered all
| over.
What shall | say further? Only that
Katy lives in the pretty house in the
town known at DR.. Craigs residence,
| where we three "factory girls" have n