The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1883-12-26

for Il livingY said Mary.
Katy laughed queer, short laugh.
eyes" she said, "and that's why | don't
know how 10 get my living in any way
bu, this. 80 behold me healthy and
honest factory girl y
She rose, made little bow and
flourish with her small hands, and we
all laughed, although she said nothing
funny.
"Milly," said she, please light the
lamp and gel the magazine, while ! hunt
up my thinblc and thread. Ladies', /
find myself under the necessity Of mend
ing my gloves this evening. Oh, Pow
rrty where is thy sting? In II shabby
glove, do believe, for nothing hurts
mo like that, unless it be decaying
boot"
She sat and patiently mended the little
rents, while ] read aloud; and when she
llad finished the gloves looked almost
new.
The next day was Saturday and we
lod II lali-boliday. Katy and l went to
make some triiiing purchases and on our
way home stopped at the big boarding
house TO see one Of the girls who was i'll.
When We came ont Katy ran across
tho street TO got magazine from the
news stand and came hurrymg mp Ia
Dvorinkc me before ! turned the corner.
She had the magazine open and one Oi
her hands WAS nnglovcd; bnt il was not
until we reached HON" th,t sba fbupd
she had lost u glove. 1t was t'J lao
then to 90 and look for it. We went
aud searched the next morning, but
couid not iind il.
Katy mDurucd for it.
at was my only pair, girls, said she,
lragically; "and 1t is II lors that can not
Il" repaired. "
What people cal a "panic" had oc-
cured in financial circles IN the sprlug
after Arthur Craig had lost his Katy, a.d
almost without day warning llc found
himself poor man. lie left his nlurs
in the hands Of his rr dltOrB having
satisfied himself that they could gather
enough from the wreck 10 save them.
selves.
He had been educated for physician,
though fortune made amcrclant OF him.
Learning from Il friend that there WIS
m opening for doctor in Fenwick, he
came here and began practice.
DIR. Swell had gone of on visit, leav.
ing his patients III charge OF the new
doctor, and 10 it came about that on that
Saturday evening he WAS on his way to
visit Maggie Lloyd, the sick girl ut the
lodging house, when, Just after turning
the corner near the news shop, he saw u
brown glove lying on the pavement. He
was about to pass 1t by, but Il mans i'll
stinct to pick up anything Of value that
seems to have no owner made him put ii
in his pocket. He forgot nll about 1t the
next minute.
But when he Ind made his call aud
returned 10 his consulting room, i'll tax.
ing paper from his pocket, the GLOW,
fell out, and he picked it up and looked
ut it with idle curiosity.
IL was old, but well preserved, ],
had been mended often, but so neat y ~
to make him regard mcnding M ono o.
the fine arts. 1t had strangely familiar
look to him. Little and brown nnC
shapely it lay on his knee, bearing tli,
form of the hand that had worn it.
Az he gized at it there came to hin
the memory Of an hour, many month,
past, when he had sat by Katy's side o,
the green sofa in the dining-room o
"their house" (alas) and watched her pu
her small hands into pair of brown
| gloves 80 much like this one.
| Ever since that r-to-be-forgottel
day the vision of his lost love, sitting
there i'll the fading light, slowly draw
ing on her glove, her sweet eyes filling
M they talked-qumrrclled we shoul,
nay, pcrhaps-had gone with him as al
abiding memory OF her, until no had
come to know each shade of tho picture
the color OF the dress, the ribbon at
the throat and the shaded plume in her
hat.
He looked at the glove long time.
llo had thought it had belonged to one
of the factory girls, and he found it
near the lodging house. But it did not
look like n factory hands" glove. He
would ask Maggie Lloyd, at any rate; no
he put it carefully III his pocket until he
should make his calls the next morning.
He had suffered the glove to DO 30 as-
sociated with the memory of a past that
was sacred to him that he felt his cheek
burn and his hand tremble M no drew
it forth to show it to Maggie, who WINS
sitting, in the comfort Of convalesoence,
in an arm chair by the window, watch.
ing the handsome young doctor writ,
tho prescription for her benefit.
"By the way, Miss Maggie, do yo,
know whose glove this il ?"
Maggie knew it at once. 1t was Miss
Gardeners glove.
Miss Gardiner T.
The name made his heart beat again
SIS she one OF the factory hands2'
Eyes; but she lodges with Mrs. How
ell quite out of town, almost; she wa,
here to see me yesterday"
"Oh, see p said he, not the mos
felevantly. "And You oan tell me how
to find Mrs. Howell's honse2 suppose
could go by and restore this glove to
its owner"
Maggie thought this unnecessary
trouble, but she gave the required direc-
ton and he went out, saying to himself,
1T cant BIO my Katy, of course, but
the glove shall 60 back to its owner"
Mary and Lizzie went to church that
Sunday morning. Katy declared she
couldn't go, having but one glove.
stayed at home with her, and offered to
keep Mrs. Howells children for her, and
30 persuaded that worthy woman to at
tend worship with the girls.
And this is how it came about, thut
while we were having frolic on the Car.
pet with the children in Mrs. Howell's
room, we heard a ring at the door, and
Bridget having taken herself off some
where, there was no help for it but for
one OF us to answer the summons.
You 90, Katy" whispered 1, in dis
may. u cannot appear"
Katy glanced serenely at her own
frizzy head in the looking lass, gave a
pull To her OverRliri aud a i,,oi, q r..