The National tribune. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1877-1917, 1882-07-15

less, and the flowers growing in broken pots
in our windows were n glory to behold. She
always had fresh book or periodical on our
table; and better than this, she brought to
us the larger cultivation and the purer taste
which taught us 10 use opportunities within
our reach.
what made you take to our lyle of life,
Katy?" asked Lizzie, one evening, as we all
sat in the east window, watching the out
coming of the stars and telling girlsh
dreams.
Destiny, my child,n answered Katy
stopping to replace the little boot she had
thrown off to rest her foot.
But you might have been an authorizes,
or painter, or a-book-keeper, Or"
Lizzie's knowledge Oc this world was
rather limited; Katy broke IN upoo her.
There, that will do. | was not born q
genius and hate arithmetic
But you did not always have to work for
a living Katy?' said Mary. You are n
lady, I know"
Katy laughed queer, short laugh.
Yes" she said, and that's why don't
know how to get my living in any way but
this. So behold me a healthy and honest
factory girl"
She rose, made a little bow, and a flourish
with her little hands, and we all laughed,
although she had said nothing funny.
"Milly," said she, please light the lamp
and get the magazines, while hunt up my
e.
under the necessity of mending my gloves
this evening. Oh, poverty! where is thy
sting? In shabby glove, do believe, for
nothing hurts me like that, unless it be de-
caying boot
katy's gloves were n marvel to us. She
never wore any but of good quality, and al
WAYS the same color-a brownish. neutral
tint that harmonized with almost any dress
but Just now a new pair would seem to be
the thing neediul, from the appearance of
the ones 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
half holiday. Katy and l went to make
some slight purchases and on our way home
stopped at the big-boarding house, to see one
of the girls who was H. When we came out
Katy ran across the street to get a magazine
from the news-shop, and came hurrying M
to oveTtake me before l turned the corner.
She had the magazine open and one Of her
hands was ungloved, but il was not until we
reached home that she found she had lost n
glove. It was too late then to 90 and look
for it. We went and searched for it in the
morning, but could not find it.
Katy mourned for it.
at was my only pair girls" said she,
tragically; " and it is loss that cannot be
repaired"
what people call pane mad occurred
IN financial circles IN thc spring alter Ar
thur had lost his Katy, and almost without
q days warning he found hlmselfa poor man.
He left his affairs in the hands Of ms credl-
tors-having satisfied hlmseltthat they could
gather enough from the wreck to save them
selves-and set his face to London.
He had been educated for physician,
though fortune made merchant of him.
Learning from friend that there was an
opening for doctor IN ten|icil, he cane
thither and began to practice.
Doctor Sewell had gone off on visit, leav-
ing his patients IN charge ofthe new doctor;
and so it came about that on that Saturday
evening he was On his way to visit Maggie
Lloyd, the sick girl at the lodging house, when,
just after turning 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 nOowner, made hin put it
IN hispOcllet. lie forgot all aboutit the next
minute.
But when he had made his call and re-
turned to his consulting rOom in taking q
paper from his pocket the glove fell out, and
he picked it up and looked at it with idle
curiosity.
1t was old, but well preserved. 1t had
been mended often, but SO neatly as 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, 1t 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