The Arkansaw traveler., 1883-11-10

Ba, one day Mary Bascom's dress caught n part of the machinery. and before any one else could think what to do, Katy had sprung to her side and pulled her away by main strength from the terrible danger that threatened her. Afer that May and LiEzie Payne and |. who were her deAres, friends, xese kxtys sworn allies.
 We all ladged together then in the big
 tsotory Boafding House But Katy took Il into her head that we should have so much nicer times in a private lodging by ourselves. and when she took anything into her head she generally carried il through. In less than week she had found the very place she wanted, arranged matters with the superintendent and had us sheltered under Mrs Howells vine and hg tree. We four girls were the proud possessors of a tolera5ly large. double oedded apartment with q-eer little dressing room attached" and the lib- cry of the parior to receive callers in " proviso al sioh we all laughed.
 This ~as home 10 us after the labor of the day. Indeed. and in truth. Katy made the place so charming tha, we for got Ae were factory girls when we go, to II. She improsised cunning little things ou, of trifes that are usually thrown away as useless. and the flowers growing Tn broken pots in our window were glory to behold. She always had fresh book or periodical on the table : and better than this. she brought to us tte larger cultivation and the purer taste which taught us how 10 use opportunities within our reach.
 What made you take to our style of life Katy asked Lizrie one evening. as we sat in the eas, window. watching the outcoming of the stars, and telling girl ish dreams.
 Destiny. my child answered Katy s,ooping 10 replace the little bost she had thrown of to res, her foot. Bu; you might have been an author. ress. or painter. or a-a book-keeper. or"
 Izrie's knowledge of this world was rather limited Katy broke Tn upon her ::
 There. that will do. was not born a genius, and hate arithmetic"
 = But you did no, always have to work for living 7" said Mary. 1 Katy laughed a queer. short laugh.
 '.Ies. she said, |" and that's why l don't know how to get my living Iii any way but this. So behold me healthy and honest factory g'rl.
 She rose. made q liule bow and a four ish with her small hands. and we ali laughed, although she had said nothing funny.
 Milly." said she, please ligh, the lamp and gel the magazine. while hunt up my ihimble and thread. Ladies, md myself under the necessity ot mending my gloves this evening o. poverty :, where is thy sting: In shabby glove. do believe. Tor nothing hurts me ike that, unless Il be d deeay.ng boot
 She Sat and patiently mended the little rents, while read aloud and when she had finished the gloves looked almos, new.
 The mex, day was Saturday and we had a half holiday. Katy and wen, to make some trfiing purchases and on our way home stopped al the big boarding house i 10 see one ot the glrls who was Ill. When we came ou, Katy ran across the street to get magazine from the news stand and came hurrying up to overtakc me before l turned the corner. She had i the magazine open and one of her hands was ungloved; but II vas rot until we i reached home tha, she found she had lost glove. IL was too late then 10 go and look for Il. We wen, and searched the next morning, but could not md II. Katy mourned for II.
 T, was my only pair. girls sald she. i iragically " and t is q loss that cannot be repaired -
  What people call panic had oc- cured Tn financial circles in the spring af,er Arthur Craig had los, his Katy. and almost without days warning he found himself poor man. He Jeff his affairs in the hands of his creditors having satisfied himself that they could gather enough from the wreck to save them selves.
 He had been educated for a physician though fortune made a merchant of hlm Learning from friend that there was an opening for doctor in Fen~ick, he came here and began ,o practice.
 Dr. oewell had gone of on a visit. leav- ing hls patients in charge of the new doc tor, and so il came about that on that Saturday evening he was on his way ,o .ls,i Maggie Lloyd. the sick girl at the lodging house. when. JUS, after turning the corner near the news shop. he saw brown glove lying on the pavement. He was about to pass II by. but mans in- s,ino, to pick up anything of value tha, seems to have no owner. made hun put !, in his pocket. He forgo, all abo Ut Il the next minute.
 But when he had made his call and re- turned to his consulting room. in taking paper from his pocket. the glove fell out. and he picked II up and looked at |; with idle curiosity.
 |; was old. but well preserved. |, had been mended often. but so neatly as ,a make him regard mending as one of the