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

lodging TO ourselves; and when she TOOK
anything into her head she generally
carried it through. In less than week
she had found the very place she want.
cd, arranged matters with the superin'
tendent, and had us sheltered under
Mrs. Howell's vine and fig-tree. We
four girls were the proud possessors of O
tolerably large, double beded apartment,
with Il queer little dressing-room attach.
ed-"and the liberty of the parlor to re.
ceive visitors ina proviso ut which WE
all laughed.
This was "home" to US after the labor
of the day. Indeed and in truth, Katy
made the place so charming that we for
got the factory girls when we got to it.
She improvised cunning little things out
of triAes that are usually throw away as
useless, and the flowers growing in bro.
ken pots in our windows were wonder
to behold. She always had fresh per.
iodical on her table; and better than
this, she brought to us the larger cul
tivation and the purer taste, which
taught us how to use opportunities with
in our reach.
"What made you take to our style OF
life, Katy2 2" asked Lizzie one evening,
as we all sat in the east window watch
ing the outcoming of the stars and tell
ing girlish dreams.
DESTINY my child" answered Katy,
STOPPING TO replace the little boot she
had taken off to rest her foot.
"But You might have been an au
theress, or a painter, or "A bOokkeep-
er, Or"
Lizzie's knowledge of this world was
rather limited; Katy broke in upon her;
There, that will do. was not born
a genius, and hate arithmetic"
"But you did not always have to work
for living, Katy" said Mary. You
are lady, know!"
Kate laughed queer short laugh.
YES" she said "and that's why I
don't know how to get my living in any
way but this. So behold me q healthy
and honest factory glrl u
She arose, made q little bow, and a
flourish with her small hands. and we
all laughed, although we had said NO.
thing funny.
"Milly," said she. "please light the
lamp and get the magazine, while hunt
up my needle and thread, Ladies, I find
myself under the necessity of mending
my gloves this evening. Oh, poverty
where is thy sting? In shabby glove.
I do believe, for nothing hurts me Like
that, unless it is a deeaying boot"
Katy's gloves were o marval to us.
She never wore any but of good quality,
and always of the same color-a brown
ish, neutral tint, that harmonized with
almost any dress-but just now q new
pair would seem to be the one thing
needful, from the appearance of the ones
she brought out.
She sat and patiently mended the ut
tie rents, while read aloud; and when
she had finished, the gloves looked al
most new. The next day was Saturday,
and we had half holiday. Katy and L
went to make some trifing purchases,
and on our way home stopped at q big
boarding house to see one of the girls
who was Ill.
When we came out Katy ran across
the street to get O magaElne from the
news shop, and came hurrying up to
overtake me before turned the corner.
She had the magazine open, and one of
her hands was ungloved; but it was not
until we reached home that she found
she had lost q glove. It was too late
then to go and look for it. 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 replaced"
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 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, set his face toward London.
He had been educated for physician.
though fortune made a merchant of him.
Learning from a friend that there was
an opening for doctor in Fenwick, he
came thither and began to practice.
DIR. Sewell had gone off on a visit,
leaving his patients in charge of the new
doctor; so it came about that on Satur.
day evening he was on his way to visit
Maggie Llcyd, the sick girl at the lodg
ing house, when, just as he was turning
the corner near the news shop, he saw 6
brown glove lying on the pavement. Ht
was about to pass 1t by, but a mans In
stinct to pick up anything of value tha
seems to have no owner, ma6e him pu
it in his pocket. He forgot all about i
the next minute.
But when he had made his call anC
l b. L. l.