The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1882-09-05
for living, Katy" said May; you're a
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lady, know"
Katy laughed qIeer, short laugh.
Yes" she said, "and that's why |
don't know how to get nv living in any
way but this. SO behold me healthy
and honest factory girl"
She rose, made little how and
flourish with her small hands, and we all
lsugte although We had said nothing
funny.
"MiIly,' said she, "please light the
lamp and get the magazine while hunt
up my needle and thread. Ladies, | find
myself under the necessity OF mending
nv gloves this evening. On, poverty,
where is thy sting?. In shabby gl9ve,
l do believe, for nothing hurts me ike
this unless it be decaying boot"
Ksty's gloves were marvel to US
She never wore any but Of good quail
ity and always CT the same color-a
bro wnish, neutral tint that harmon z ID
with almost any dress-but just now a
new pair seemed 10 be the one thing
needful. from the appearance of the
ones Sne Drought 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 a half-bolidav. Katy and went
to make some trifling 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 magazine from the
news shop, and came hurrVing up to
overtake me before turned the Der
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 the glove. 1t was too late
then to GO and look for it. We went
and searched the next morning but could
not find it
Katy nourned for il.
SIT was ny only pair, girls said she
tragicallv, "and it's loss that cannot be
replaced"
|
What people called "psnic" had oc-
Cured in financial circles in the spring
after Arthur Craig had lost his KATY, and
almost without warning he found him.
self poor man. He left his affairs in
lhs hands of his creditors. having salts
6ed himself that thev could gather
enough out of the wreck 10 save them
ves-and set his face to London
He had been educated for physician
though fortune made merchant of him.
Learning from friend that there wassau
opening for doctor in Fenwick he came
thither and hegan to practice.
Dr.. 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 wav to
visit Maggie Llovd, the sick girlsat tie
lodging.honse, when inst after turning
the corner near the news shop, he saw a
brown glove lying on the pavement He
was about to pass it by, but mans in
stinct to pick up anything of value that
seems to have no owner made him put
it in his pocket. He forgot all about it
the next minute.
But when he had made his call and re-.
turned to his consulling-room, in taking
paper from his pocket the glove fell
out, ami he picked 1t up and looked ct it
with idle curiosity.
II was old hut well preserved. 1t bad
heeh mended often, but so neatly as to
make him regard mend:ng as one of the
fine arts. It had 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 gszed at it there came to
him the memory OF an hour, many
months past, when he had sat hy Katy's
side on the green sofa in the dining-r r,om
Of "their house. (alas and watched
her put her small hands into a pair of
brown gloves so much like this one.
Ever since that aerer-to-be forgot en-
day the vision of his lost love, sitting
there in the fading light, slowly drawing
on her glove. her eyes filing as they
talked-quarrele1, 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 l,oked 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 IL did
not look like "factorv hands" glove.
He would ask Maggie Lloyd at anv rate
So he put it carefully in his pocket until
he should make bis calls the next morn
ing.
i He had suffered the glove to become
sn associated with the memory OF the
past that was sacred to him that he felt
his cheek burn and his hand tremhle as
he drew II forth TO show 1t to Maggie
who was sitting in the comfort Of con
vslescence, in an arm chair by the win.
dow, watching the handsome young
doctor write the prescription for her ben
6t.
"Bv the wav, Miss Maggie, do you
know whose glove this is p
Maggie knew it at once. 1t was Miss
Gardiner's glove.
J miss Gardiner"
The name made his heart heat again.
ais she one OF the factory hands p
"Yes, but she lodges with Mrs. Hnw.
ell. quite out of town, almost; she was
here 20 see me Yesterday"
"Oh, see! = sail he, not the most rel.
evantlv. "And can You tell me how t.
find Mrs. Howell's house2 l suppose
could go by and restore this glove to its
owner"
J Maggie thought this unnecessary
trouble. but she gave the required direc
J tion and he vent out saying to himself
: 1t can't he Katy, of course, hut this
glove shall 90 back to its owner"
} Mary and Lizzie went to church tina
. Sunday morning. Katy declared sh'
J wouldn't go, having but one glove.
STAYED at home with her and offered tt
; keep Mrs. Howell's children for her. am
e 80 persuaded that worthy woman TO at
tend worship with the girls.
And this is how it came about tha