The south Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1879-1883, 1881-10-06

taste, which taught us how to use OF
portunities within our reach.p<
i What made you take to our style
lie, Katy 2, asked Lizzie, one evening
as we all sat in the east window watch
ing the out-coming of the stars and tell
ing girlish dreams. uuI
s'Destiny, my child" answered Katy
STOPPING to replace the little boot sh'
had thrown off to rest her foot.
"tBut you might have been an author
ess, or q painter or IA bookkeeper,
Or"
! Lizzie's knowledge, Of this world was
rather limited Katy broke. in upon her.
"There, that will do. Twas not born
q genius, and / hate arithmetic. II 7 Rl
"But you,did hot always hayetoworll
for living. Katy?" said May. "You
are lady, 1 know"
| Katy laughed q que6r, short laugh.
/ Yes, =" she said, "aEd that's why /
don't know how to get my living in any
way but this. 30 behold me o healthy
and honest factory girl NV Dll
Size rose, made little bow, and q
flourish with her small hands, and we all
laughed, although she had said nothing
funny. ,-r
| % Milly," said she, "please light the
lamp and get the magazine, while hunt
up my thimble and thread. Ladies',
find myself under the necessity of mend.
ing my gloves this evening. Oh, pov.
erty where is thy sting? In shabby
glove, do believe, for nothinghurts me
like that unless it be decaying boot. .
Katy's gloves were marvel to us.
She never wore any but Of good quail.
ity, and always the same color-a
brownish neutral tint. that harmonized
with almost any dress-but Just now a
new pair would seem to be one thing
needful, from the appearance Of the ones
she brought out. ~
She sat and patiently mended the lit
tie rents, whileI read aloud and when
she had finished the gloves looked al
most new.
The next day was Saturday, and we
had a half-holiday. Katy and i went to
make some trifiing purchases, and on
our way home stopped at the big board
ing-house to see one OF the girls who
was i'll.
When we came out Kate ran across
the street to get magazine. from the
news-shop, and came hurryingy upC to
oyertake me before 1 turnedith corner.
She had the magazine open, and one of
her hands was ,ingloved; but it was not
until we reached home, that she found
she had lost o gloves. 1t was too late
! then to go aud look forit. We went and
searched the next morning, but could
not find it. -
J Katy modrned forit. ,1,dlQA,
1T was my only pair, girls said
: she, tragically and is loss that can.
not be repaired"
: -, ~. ..as.N +;
= What people call "pauicr had ocI
CURED in financial circles in the spring
after Arthur Craig had lost his Katy,
and almost without aday's 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-and set his face to London.
He had been educated for a physician,
though fortune made merchant OF
him. Learning from a-friend that there
was an opening for a doctor in Fenwick.
he came thither and began TO practice.
DR.. Sewell had gone off 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 siok girl at
the lodging-house. when Just after turn
ing the corner near the news. shop, he
saw brown glove lying on the pave.
ment. 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. ''-'0iN
But when he had made his call and
returned to his consulting room, in TAX
ing q paper from his pocket the glove
fell ont, and he picked il up and looked
at 1t with idle curiosity. ( ~ ltNLf
II was old, but well-preserved. It
had been mended often, but 80 neatly
as to make him regard mending as one
Of the fine arts. 1t had q strangely
familiar look to him. Little, and brown,
and shapely, it lay on his knee, bearing
worn it. So - ~ -
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 D and
watched her put her small hands into
pair Of brown gloves so much like this
one. - -
Ever since that never-to-be-forgotten
day, the vision Of his lost love, sitting
there in the fading light, slowly draw
ing 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
the throat, and the shaded plume in her
hat. NssrA! ~ ~
He looked ct 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. Bnt it did
not look like q factory hands ;" glove.
He would ask Maggie Lloyd, at any
rate SO he put it carefully in his pocket
until he should made his calls the next
morning,
He had suffered the glove to become
30 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