Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1883-11-15

or periodical on the table and, better,
than this, she brought to us the larger
cultivation and the purer taste which
taught us how to use opportunities
within our reach.
What made you take to our style
of life, Kateg" asked Lizzie one even
ing as we sat in the east window
watching the outcoming of the stars
and telling girlish dreams.
Destiny, my child" answered
Kate, STOPPING 10 replace the little
boot she had thrown off to rest her
foot.
"But you might have been an au-
thorist, or a painter, or "a book
keeper, or"
Lizzie's knowledge of the world was
rather limited: Katy broke in upon
her:
There, that will do. | was not
born a genius, and | hate arithmetic. D.
"But you did not always have to
work for livingln said Mary.
Katy laughed queer SPORT laugh.
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 a little bow and
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.
Ladies, find myself under the neces-
sity of mending my gloves this even
ing. O Poverty where is thy sting
In shabby glove, | do believe, for
nothing hurts me like that unless it
be a decaying boot
She sat and patiently mended the
little rents, while ! read aloud and
when she had finished the gloves look
ed almost new.
The next day was Saturday and we
had a half-holiday. Kitty and went
to make some trifling 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 out Katy ran across
the street to get magazine from the
news stand and came hurrying up to
overtake me before turned the corner
She had the magazine open 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,
could not find it,
Katy moulned for it.
cit was my only pair, girls, said
She tragically; land it is a loss that
can not 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 a days warning
he found himself a 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 merchant
of him. Learning from a friend that
there was an opening for a doctor in
Fenwick, he came here and began
practice.
DIR. Sewell had gone off on \ visit,
leaving his patients in charge of the
new doctor, and so it came about that
ON that particular evening he was on
his way to visit Maggie Lloyd, the
sick girl Mt the lodging house, when,
Just after turning the corner near the
news-shop, he saw brown glove ly-
ing on the pavement. He was about
TO pass it by, but a mans instinct to
pick up anything of valae 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
I looked at it with idle curiosity.
Ii was old, but well preserved. 1t
/ had been mended often but so neatly
as to make him regard mending ms one
of the fine arts. 1t had a strangely
/ familiar look to him. Little and
brown and shapaly it lay ON his knee
bearing the form of the hand that had
worn 1t.
/ As ne 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 gresu sofa in the dining-room
of their house" talasl and watched
her put her small hands into pair of
brown gloves SO much like this one.
I Ever since that neverto- be-forgot-
ten day the vision of his first love,
sitting there in the fading light, slow
( ly drawing ON her glove, her sweet
eyes filling rs they lked-quarreled
we should say perhaps-had gone
with him as am abiding memory of
her, until he had come to know each
shade OF the 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.
lie 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. lie would ask Maggie Llovd
at amy rate; SO he put it carefully in
. his pocketuutil he should make his
calls the next morning.
He had suffered the glove ia bacC,,,e