Millheim Journal. [volume] (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, 1882-03-09

their home" (elas and watched her
put her small hands into q pair Of gloves
30 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 eyes filling as they
talked-quarreled we should say, per-
haps-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 ribbons 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 Maggy Lloyd at any rate;
30 he put 1t carefully in his pocket until
he would make his calls the next morn
ing.
He had suffered the glove to become
so associated with the memory of the
past that was sacred TO him, that he felt
his cheek burn and his hand tremble, as
he drew it forth to show it 70 Maggie,
who was sitting, in the comfort of con-
valesoence. In an armchair 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 is2'
Maggie knew at once. 1t was Miss
GARDENERS glove.
"Miss Gardiner"
The name made his heart beat again.
sis she one of the factory hands!"
Eyes, but size lodges with Mrs.
Howell, quite out of town, almost; she
was here TO see me yesterday"
"Oh, seel" said he, not the most
relevantly. "And can you tell me how
to find Mrs. Howell's housei 1 sup
pose I could go by, and restore this
glove to its owner.
Maggie thought this unnecessary
trouble, but she gave the required direc-
tion, and he went out saving to himself.
"It can't be Katy, of course, but this
glove shall go back TO its owner.
Mary and Lizzie went to church that
Sunday morning. Katy declared she
couldn't 60, having bat one glove. l
stayed home with her. and offer ed to
keep Mrs. Howell's children for her, aud
SO persuaded that worthy woman to at
tend worship with the girls.
And this is how il came about, that
while we were having froio on the
carpet with the children in Mrs. Howslls
rooms, we heard O ring at the door, and
Bridget having taken herself off some
where there was no help for it bat for
one of us to answerthe summons.
"You go, Katy" whispered I. in dis
may, 81 cannot appear"
Katy glanced serenely at her own
frizzy head in the looking glass, gave
pull at her overskirt and touch to her
collar, and opened the door.
Immediately afterward 7as shocked
to hear her utter q genuine feminine
scream, and see her drop on the floor;
and that man perfect stranger to me,
gather her up in his arms and began
raving over her in manner that aston.
ished me. he called her chs darling"
and "his own Katy, and actually kissed
her.
was surprised at myself afterTard
that I hadn't ordered that gentleman
out, but it never occurred to me at the
time, and when Katy ''came to- and sat
on the sofa and heard his speeches, she
seemed SO well pleased that / left them,
and took the children up to our roSm,
feeling bewildered all over.
What shall l say further? Only that
Katy lives In pretty house In the town
known as DR.. Oraig's residence,
where We three 'factory girls" have q
home whenever we want it. And there
areEno liquors found on the Sideboard
nor her table.
One day I heard Arthur say: "You
were a silly child, Kate, to run away from
me. Ishould have given up the point.
at last, I know"
"But there would have been the
splendid cellar and the ten thousand O
year." answered she. 1T would have
been snch temptation. We are safer
as 1t is, dear.