Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1883-12-13


rather limited; Katy broke in upon her.
There, that will do. [ was not born
genius, and hate arithmetic
But you did not always have to
work for a living?" said Mary.
Katy laughed queer, short laugh.
Yes" she said, land 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 little bow and a
flourish with her small hands, and we
all laughed, although she had said
nothing funny.
''Milly," said she, 'please light the
lamp and get the magazine, while [
hunt up my thimble and thread. La
dies, l find myself under the necessity
of mending my gloves this evening.
0, poverty? where is thy sting? In a
shabby glove, do believe, for nothing
hurts me like that, unless it be a de-
caying boot"
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
to make some trifling purchases, and
on our way home stopped at the big
clearinghouse to see one of the girls
who was i'll.
When we came out Katy ran across
the street to get q magazine from the
newsstand and came hurrying up to
Overtake me before | turned the corner.
She h@d the magazine open and one of
her hands was ungloyed; but it WAS not
until we reached home that She found
she had lost q glove. 1t was too lie
then to 90 and look for it. We went
and searched next morning, buy could
not find it.
Katy mourned for it.
What people call ''panic'' had oc-
Cured in financial circles in the sp-ing
after Arthur Craig had lost his Katy.
and almost without days warning he
found himself poor man. He left his
affairs in the hands of his creditors
having satisfied himself that they could
gather enough from the wreck to save
themselves.
He had been educated for a physi-
clan, though fortune made a merchant
of him. Learning from friend that
there was an opening for a doctor in
Fenwick, he came here and began to
practice.
DR.. Sewell had gone off on a visit,
leaving his patients in charge of the
new doctor, and so 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
the pavement. He was about to pass
it by, but a mans instinct to pick up
anything of alue 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 a paper from his pocket the
glove fell out, and he picked it up and
looked at it with idle curiosity.
1t was old, but we'll preserved. 1t
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 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" (alasD
and watched her put her small hands
into pair of brown gloves so much
like this one.
GU hot 70 Io 50
day the vision of mis- lost love, Sitting
there in the fading light, slowly draw
ing on her glove, her sweet eyes filling
as they talked-quarreied, we should
say, perhaps, gone with him as
abiding memory of her, until he had
come to know each shade of the pict-
ure-the color of the dress, the ribbon
at the throat and the shaded plume in
her hat
He looked at the glove long time.
He had thought it might belong to one
of the factory girls, and 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 I'M
til he should make his calls the next
morning.
He had suffered the glove to become
so associated with the memory of
past that was sacred to him, that he
felt his cheek burn and his hand trem-
BILE, as he drew it forth to show it to
Maggie, who was sitting, in the COM
fort of convalesence, in an armchair
by the window, watching the handsome
young doctor write the prescription for
her benefit.
''By the way, Miss Maggie, do you
know whose glove this is?''
Maggie knew it at once. TWAS Miss
Gardeners glove.
''Miss Gardinerr'
The name made his heart beat again
lis 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, [ see!' said he not the most
relevantly. ''And can you tell me how
to find Mrs. Howelrs house? / sup
nose | cOuld pO nv and restore this