The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1881-06-22

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Ladies, / find myself under the ne
cessiiy Of mcnding my gloves this
evening. Oh. poverty! where is
they sting? In a shabby glove, ! do
believe, for nothing hurts Inc like
that unless it be deeaying boot"
Katy's gloves were a marvel TO us.
She never wore any but of good
quality, and always the same color
"a brownish, neutral tint, that har-
monized with almost any dress
bat just now new pair would seem
TO be the one thing nccdful, from
the appearance Of the one she
brought out
She sat and patiently mended
the little rents, while read aloud ;
and when she had finished, the
gloves looked almost new.
The next day was Saturday, and
We had a hall holiday. Katy and
l went to make some trihing pur-
chases, and on our way home stop
ped at the big boarding house to
see one of the girls who was i'll.
When we came out Katy ran
across the street to get a magazine
from the news-shop, and came
hurry:ug up to overtakc me before
| turned the corner. She had the
magazine open, and one of her
hands was ungloved F; but it was
not until we reached home that she
found she had lost glove. 1t was
too late then to 60 and look for it.
Katy mourEed for it.
1T was my only pair, girls" said
She, tragically; and il is a loss that
cannot be repaired.
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What people call a "pan.c" had
occurred in financial circles in the
spring after Arthur Craig had lost
his Katy. and almost withouta days
warning he found himself a poor
man. He left his Affairs in the
hands OF his creditors rs-having sal
isfied himself that they could gath
er enough from the wreck to save
themselves--and set his face to Lon
don.
lie had been educated for a ply
sician. though fortune made mer-
chant of him. Learning from a
friend that there W. an opening
for a doctor in Fenwick, he came
thither and began to practice.
DR.. Sewell had gone off on a visit,
leaving his patients in charge of the
new doctor; and so it came about
that on Saturday eveninghe was on
his way to visit Maggie Lloyd, the
sick girl at the clearinghouse, when
Just after turning the corner near
the news-shop, he sawa brown glove
lying on the pavement. Be was
about TO pass it by; but a mans
instinct to pick up anything of val
lie 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 a paper from his
pocket the glove fell out, and he
picked it up and looked at it with
idle curiosity.
Itwas old, but wen preserved. 1t
had been mended often, but so neat
" Is to make him regard mending
as one of the fine arts. 1t had a
strangely familiar look to him. Lit
tie, 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 dinning room of their house"
(alas1 and watched her put her
small hands into a pair Of brown
gloves SO much like this one.
Ever since that never-to-be-forgot-
ten day the vision of his lost love,
sitting there in the fading light,
slowly drawing on her gloves,
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 the throat, and the shap-
ed plume in her hat.
He looked at the little glove 4
long time. lie had thought it
mirht 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 un-
til he should make his call the next
morning.
He had suffered the glove to be-
come so associated with the memo
ry of past that was sacred to him,
that he felt his check burn and his
hand tremble, as he drew it forth
to show it to Maggie, who was sit
ting, in the comfort OF conyales-
cence, in an arm chair by the win
dow, 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 Gardeners"
The name made his heart beat
again.
rs she one of the factory hands?"
Yes; but she lodges with Mrs.
Howell, quite out of town, almost ;
she was here to see me yesterday"
ooh, seein said he, not the
most relevantly. "And can YOU
tell me how to find Mrs. Howell's
house? | suppose l could go by and
restore this glove to its owner"
Maggie thought this unnecessary
trouble; but she gave the required
and he went out saying to
himself: 1T can't be my Katy, of
course, bat the glove shall go back
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