Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1882-07-27

after Arthur Craig had lost his Katy,
and almost without a days warning
he found himself poor man. He left
his atfairs-in the hands of his creditors
| having satisfied himself that they could
gather enough from the wreck to save
themselves, and set his face to London
He had been educated for physician
though fortune made a merchant of
him. Learning from friend that there
was an opening for a doctor inFenwick,
he came thIther and began to practice.
DIR. Sewell had gone off on 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 turning
the corner near the new shop, he saw
brown glove lying on the pavement. He
was about to pass it by, but man in
stinct to pick up anything of value that
seems te have no owner made him put
it in his pocket. He forgot all about
it the next minnie.
But when he had made his call and
returned to his consulting room, in tax
ing 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. Ii had
been mended often, but so neatly as to
make him regard mending as one of the
fine arts. 1t 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
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him the memory of an hour, many
months past, when he haG sat by katy's
side on the green sofa in the dining
room Of ''their house" (alas0 and
watched her put her small hands into
pair Of brown gloves SO much like this
one.
Ever since that never-to- be-forgotten
the day the vision of his lost love, sitting
there in the fading light, slowly drawing
on the glove. her eyes filing rs they
talked-quarreled we should say, per-
haps had gone with him as an abridg-
ing 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
lie 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 a 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
lie 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-
valcScencc, in an arm chair 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 is?n
Maggie knew at once. 1t was Miss
Gardiner's glove.
''Miss Gardinern'
The name made his heart beat again.
us she one of the factory hands?"
Yes, but she lodges with Mrs. How
ell, quite ont of town almost she was
here to see me yesterday.
"Oh, | see, said he not the most rel
evantly. "And can you tell me how to
find Mrs. Howell S house. | suppose /
could 90 by and restore ills glove its
owner
Maggie thought this unnecessary
trouble but she gave the required direc-
ton and he went out saying to himself:
1T can't be Katy, of course, but that
glove shall 20 back to its owner,