Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1881-09-23
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There, that will do | was not born
a genius, and hate arithmetic
But you did not always have 10
work for living. Katy" said MAY.
You are lady, know
Katy laughed a queer, short laugh.
Yes" she said. land that's why |
don't know how to get my living in
any way but this So behold me u
healthy and honest factory girl,
She rose, made little bow, and
flourish with her small hands. and W..
all laughed, although She had said
nothing funny.
"Milly." said she, please light the
lamp and get the magazine. while |
hunt up my thimble and thread La
dies. | lind myself under the necessity
of mending my gloves this evening.
Oh, poverty where is thy sting In
a shabby glove, do believe. for moth
ing hurts me like that unless it he de
caying boot
katy's gloves We're marvel to us.
She never wore any but of good quail
". and always the same color-a
hrownish, neutral tint, that harmonized
with almost any dress but Just now
new pair would seem To be the one
thing needful. from the appearance of
the ones she brought ont
She sat ard 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 l went
to make some tritiing purchases, and
on our way home stopped at the big
boarding house 10 see one of the girls
who was ILL.,
When we came out Kate ran across
the street to get = magazine from the
new-shop, and came hurrying M to
overtake me before | turned the cor
ner. She had the magazine open, and
one Of her hands was unglovcd but
she found she had lost glove. II was
too late then to go and look for il. We
went and searched the next morning.
but could not find IT,
Katy mourned for it,
1t was my only pair. girls, said
she, tragically: "and it is loss that
cannot 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 lie
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 n friend that
there was an opening for a doctor i'll
Fenwick, he came thither and began %
practice.
DIR. Seweii had gone off on visit,
leaving 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, lust
after turning the corner near the news
shop, he saw brown glove lying ON the
pavement. He was about to pass ii
by; but mans instinct to pick up any
thing of value that seems to have no
owner, made him put il 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
| l., l.,
of the fine arts. 1t had strangely fa-
miliar 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 Katy's
side on the green sofa in the dining room
of ''their house" (alas!) and watched
| her put her small hands into pair of
| brown gloves 50 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 as an
| dDIdlilS DlCIIlOIl VI llti, illllll llt nav
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 the factory girls, as he found
it near the lodging-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 make his calls the next
masning.
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 is2'
Maggie knew it at once. 1t was Miss
! Gardeners glove.
Miss Gardiner ~
The name mace his heart beat again.
is she one of the factory handsg'
'.Yes but she lodges with Mrs.
Howell, quite out of town, almost; she
was here to see me yesterday"
son, | see said he, not the most re-
] levantly "And can you tell me how
, to find Mrs. Howell's house? / suppose
/ could go by and restore this glove to
J its owner"
Mappie thought this unnecessary
trouble; but she gave the required di-
rection, and he went out, saying TO him
self: 1T can't be my Katy, Of course;
but the glove shall go back to its owner" 4"
Mary and Lizzie went to church that
Sunday morning. Katy declared she