The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1882-08-25

ny SAOfCb tHlS 6fculHks Ou, pOf0IbJs
where is thy sting2 In a shabby glove,
l do believe, for nothing hurts me like
this, unless it be decaying boot"
Katy's gloves were marvel 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 new
pair seemed to be the one thing needful,
from the appearance of the ones she
brought out
She sat and patiently mended the little
rents, while l read aloud, and when she
had finished the gloves looked almost
new. The next day was Saturday, and
we had half-holiday. Katy and went
to make sore trifing purchases, and on
our way home stopped at big boarding
house to see one of the girls who was
i'll.
When we came out, Katy ran across
the street to get a magazine from the
news shop, and came hurrying up to
overtake me before turned the corner.
size had the magazine open and one of
her hands was ungloyed, but it was not
until We reached home that she found
she had lost the 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,
tragicaliy, and It's loss that cannot
be replaced.
What people called "panic" had
occurred in financial circles in the spring
,tter Arthur Craig had lost his Katy,
an almost without warning he found
himself poor man. He left his affairs
in the hands Of his creditors, having sat
isfied himself that they could gather
enough out of the wreck to save them
oelves-and set his face to London.
He had been educated for physician,
| though fortune made merchant of him.
Learning from friend that there was
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
that Saturday evening he was on his way
to visit Maggie Lloyd, the sick 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
a mans instinct to pick up anything Of
value that seems to have no owner made
him put it his pocket. He forgot all
| about it the next minute.
But when he had made his call and
returned to his consulting room, in
taking paper from his pocket the glove
fell QUO. aud he picked it up and looked
at it with idle curiosity.
1t was old but we'll preserved. It 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. Little and brown and
shapely, it 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 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)! 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 drawing
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
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 Maggie Lloyd, at any rate
So he put it carefully in his pocket until
he should 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 to Maggie,
who was sitting in the comfort of con-
valescence, i'll an arm chair by the win
dow, watching the handsome young doc.
tor write the prescription for her benefit,
"By the way, Miss Maggie, do you
know whose glove this is?'
Maggie knew at once. It was Miss
GARDENERS glove.
"Miss Gardne p
The name made his heart beat again.
' Is she one of the factory hands ?"
Yes, but she lodges with Mrs. How
ell, quite out of town, almost; she was
here to see me yesterday"
Oh, l see" said he, not the most
relevantly. "And can you tell me how
to find Mrs. Howell's house2 1 suppose
| could go by and restore this glove to
its owner"
Maggie thought this unnecessary
trouble, but she gave the required d.
rection, and he went OFT, saying to him
self: cit can't be Katy, of course, but
this glove shall go back to its owner"
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Mary and Lizzie went to church that
Sunday morning. Katy declared she
couldn't go, having but one glove. 1
stayed at home with her, and offered to
keep Mrs. Howell's children for her, and
so persuaded that worthy woman to at
tend worship with the girls.
And this is how it came about that
while we were having frolic on the
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40, We hesttd IL ing at the door, and
'higet having taken herself off some
acre, there was no help for it but for
me OF us to answer the summons.
"You go, Katy" whispered in dis
may, g cannot appear"
Katy glanced serenel, at her own
fllzzy head in the looking glass, gave
pull at her overskirt and touch to her
collar, and opened the door.
Immediately afterward | was shocked
to hear her utter genuine feminine
scream, and see her drop to the floor !;
and that man, perfect stranger to
me, gathered her up in his arms and be-
gan ravlng over her in a manner that
astonished me. He called her "his
darling" and "his own Katy" and
actually kissed her.
[ was surprised at myself afterward
that / hadn't ordered that gentleman out,
but it never occurred to ME at the time.
and when Katy "came to" and sat up
on the sofa and heard his speeches, she
seemed so we'll pleased that left them.
and took the children up to our room.
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