Middletown transcript., 1883-11-16

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"Yes," she said, "and that's why
don't know how to get my living in any
way but this. So behold me 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 moth
ing funny.
chilly" said she, please light the
lamp and get a magazine, while 1 hunt
up my thimble and thread. Ladies, l
find myself under the necessity of mend
ing my gloves this evening. o, poverty
where is thy sting? In a shabby glove,
I do believe, for nothing hurts me like
that, unless it be decaying boot. "
She satand 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
had half holiday. Katy and l went
to make some trifiing purchases and on
our way home stopped at the big board
ing-house to see one of the girls who was
ill.
When we came out Katy ran across
the street to get magazine from the
newsstand and came hurryiDg up to
overtake me before I turned the corner.
She had the magazine opened and one
of her hands was ungloved ; but it
was not until we reached home that
she found she had lost a 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 mourned for it.
cit was my only pair, girls" said
she, tragically and it is loss that
cannot be repaired"
What people call "panic" had oc-
CURED in financial circles in the spring
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 physician,
though fortune made merchant of
him. Learning from a friend that
there was an opening for doctor in
Fenwick, he came here and began to
practice.
DR.. Sewell had gone off on visit,
leaving his patients in charge of the
new doctor, and so it came about that
Saturday evening he was on his way to
visit Maggie Llyod, the sick girl at the
lodging-house, when, just after turning
the corner near the news-shop, he saw
brown glove lying on the pavement.
He was about to pass it by, but a mans
instinct 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
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 a 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" (alas J and
watched her put her small hands into a
pair Of brown gloves so much like this
one.
Ever since that never-to-be-forgotton
day the vision Of his lost love, sitting
there in the fading light, slowly draw
ing on her glove, her sweet eyes filling
as they talked-quarreled, should say,
perhaps-had gone with him as an abid
ing memory of her, until he had come
to know each shade of the pieture-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 a s factory hand's'' glove.
He would ask Maggie Lloyd, at any
rate so he put it carefully in his pocket
until he should make his calls 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 tremble, as he
drew it forth to show it to Maggie. who
was sitting, in the comfort of GONZALES
oence, 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 %