Smyrna times., 1881-09-14
Romance of a Glove.

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down again."
They went down the stairs together, he
talking gayly, she with u troubled look on
her face. After duly admiring the place
she put a timid hand on his arm and said
But, Arthur, dear, let's have no wine in
it."
Why y he asked in surprise.
= Because ] have resolved if am ever
the mistress of house there shall be NO
liquors kept in it-as social glasses fpl
fricnds"
Why, Katy, you are unreasonable,
did not know you carried your temper.
ance principles SO far as that OF course |
shall keep wine in my house, and enter
tain my friends with it, too."
She raised her face appealingly.
"Arthur?" she said in tone Of voice
which he knew how to interpret.
But you cannot fear for me?' he said
with half offended pride.
- mE@t fear for you, Arthur, if you be-
gin as he did. And fraF tpF others be-
sides-for the sons and husbands ana
fathers who may learn at our cheerful
board to love the poison that shall slay
them"
They went up the steps again and sat
on the sofa in the dining room for few
moments, while Katy put on her hat and
drew on her gloves.
The argument was kept up, It is un.
necessary that we should repeat all that
was said on both sides. 1t ended at last
as similar discussions have ended before.
Neither was willing to yield-Katy be-
cause she felt that her whole future hap
ness might be involved in it; Arthur be-
cause he thought it would be giving way
to WOmAn's whims, and would sacrifice
too much popularity with his friends.
lie had bought this house, paid for it
and furnished it handsomely, and in u few
weeks was to bring Katy as its mistress.
All the afternoon they had been looking
over it together, happy as two birds with
a newly-finished nest. But when Arthur
closed the door and put the key in his
pocket in the chill, waning light of the
December afternoon, and gave Katy his
arm to see her home, it was all "broken
up" between them, and notice, ITO
Let" was put ON the door of the pretty
house the very next morning.
1t was the most foolish thing to do: but
then lovers can always find something to
quarrel about.
They parted with cool GOOD even
ing at the door of katy's lodging house.
She went to her room to cry: he went
home hurt and angry, but secretly re-
solving to see her again and give her a
chance to say that she was in the wrong.
He would wait few days, however: it
would not do to let her see that he was in
a hurry to make it up"
He did wait nearly week, and when
he called at the modest lodging house he
had been wont to visit the past week SO
often he was told that Miss Gardiner had
been gone three days.
"GOne where ?" he asked. slow TO be-
lieve.
She did not tell Inc, sir. She said she
was not coming back. Her aunt lives at
Bristol"
He then took the next train to Bristol
and investigated, but neither there nor in
any other place, though he searched for
months afterward, did he find sign or
trace of Katy Gardiner.
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Although this happened more than a
year before saw Katy, we three "factory
girls' who lodged at Mrs. Howell's with
her, of course knew nothing about it,.
She came to the factory and applied for
work. The superintendent thought her
too delicate for such labor, but she per-
sisted, and, in fact, she improved in health
and spirits and looks after she became
used to the work and simple fare of the
factory girls.
She was was stranger to US all, and it
seemed likely that she would remain so.
But one day Mary Bascom's dress caught
in a part of the machinery, and before
any one else could think what to do Katy
had sprang to her side and pulled her
away by main strength from the terrible
danger that threatened her. After that
Mary and Lizzie Payne and I, who were
her dearest friends, were her sworn allies,
What made you take to our style of
life, Katy?" asked Lizzie one evening, as
we all sat in the east window watching
the outcoming of the stars and telling
girlish dreams.
Destiny, my child" answered Katy,
STOPPING to replace the little boot she had
thrown off to rest her foot.
But you might have been an author
ess, or painter, or IA bookeeper, or -"
Lizzie's knowledge of this world was
rather limited.
Katy broke in upon her; "There, that
win do. / was not born genius, and I
hate arithmetic"
"Bat you did not always have to work
for a livingY" said May. "You are a
lady, know"
Katy laughed a queer, short laugh.
I" Yes" she said, "and that's why don't
know how to get my living In any way