Union County courier. [volume] (Elk Point, Union County, D.T. [S.D.]) 187?-1913, 1884-01-09

w Nv Dut lliS. SO UtIiOlu ulG u uSdltit
and honest factory girl"
| She rose, made little bow and q
| flourish with her small hands, aud we
| all laughed, although she had said
nothing funny. ~
''Milly," said she, "please light the
| lamp and get the magazine, while I
hunt up my thimble and thread. La
dies, find myself under the necessity
Of mending my gloves this evening
o, povertys where is thy sting? In
| shabby glove, do believe, tor nothing
hurts me like that, unless it be de-
caying boot"
She sat and patiently mended the
little rents, while l read aloud; and
when she had finished the gloves
looked almost new.
| The next day was Saturday and we,
had half holiday. Katy and went
fDH our nv ~ snr,iirr st0pptd hf The big
| boardn@-housc to see o:.e OF the girls
who WIS i'll.
When we came out Katy ran across
the street to get magazine from the
newsstand and came hurrying up to
| ovcrtakc me before | turned the corner.
| Sne h;d the magazine open and cue OF
her hands was un.loved; but it was not
until we reached home that she found
she had lost glove. 1t was too late
then to 90 and look for it. We went
and searched next morning, but could
| not find it.
| Katy mourned for it.
a.. - -.
What people call q "panie" had o.
| cured in financial circles in the spring
after Arthur Craig had lost his Katy,
and almost without a.dly's warning he
| found himself q poor m:.n. He lett his
! affairs in the hands OF his creditors
| having satisfied himself that they could
| gather enough from the wreck to save
| themselves. q
He had been educated for physi-
| clan, though fortune made a merchant
| of him. Learning from friend THAI
| there WAS an openln" for doctor in
| Fenwick, he came here aud 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 at the lolging house, when, just
| after turning the corner near the news
| shop. he saw 4 brown glove lyinr on
/ the pavement. He was aLoUt 10 pass
| it BY, but'a mans instinct to pick up
| anything OF alue that seems to have
| no owner, made h III put it his po, ilet.
| He forgot nil about it the next mnute.
But when he had made his call and
| returned To his eonsultiur room, i'll
\ t,J~ Ia ,,1,i..,t tho
glove fell oar. and he picked it up and
! looked at il with idle caciosity.
1t was old, but well preserved. 1t
had been incnled often, bat SO neatly
rs to make him regard mending rs one
| of the fine arts. 1t htd strangely
familiar look to him. Little and brown
and shapely il lay on his knee, bearing
| the very form of the hand that hal
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
| oiining-room OF ''theic house" (alasO
and watched her put her small hands
| into pair OF brown gloves so much
| like this one.
Ever since that nevcr-to-he-fo"gotten
day the vision OF MS lost love, si;ti,,,.s
there in the fading light. siowlvsii';;mnr
ing on her glove, her sweet e,.,' shn,',Si ',,l,S
as they talked quarle Cd w. IN, 80. 80
say, perhaps. @ber until he had
abiding memory .,,n,I, at .ha ,;ot
come to know -, ~, ntl,uo -, ~ ,"e ~. p.os
ure the cc'H OF iiie oicss' 'he lloooh
ut the -o"' aui 'lo Si''N'o" P''''A0 40
lie looked at the glove a long time.
He had thought it might belong to one
| of the factory girls, and he found ii
near the lodging house, But it did not
| look like factory hands glove. lie
would ask Maggie Lloyd, at any rate:
so he put it carefully in his pocAet un-
til he should make his calls the next
morning.
He had suffered the glove to become
so associated with the memory of a
past that was sacred to him, that he
felt his cheek burn and his hand trem-
bic, as he drew it forth to show IL to
Maggie, vino was sitting, in the com
fort of convalesence, in an armchair
by the window, watching the handsome
Young doctor wri.e the prescription for
her benefit.
sBy the way, Miss Maggie, do you
know whose glove this is?"
Maggie knew it at once. ltwas Miss
Gardeners glove.
.'Miss Gardiner!'
The name made his heart beat again.
s.Is she one of the factory hands?"
"Yes; but she lodges with Mrs. How
ell quite out OF town, almost; she wa.
here to see me yesterday.
s.nh I cao1'' cold ha pct the fpOS
relevantly. .'And can you tell me how
to find Mrs. Howell's house? sup
pose l could go by and restore thi
glove to its owner."
Maggie thought this unnecessal,
trouble, but she gave the required di
rection and he went out, saying t
, himself, sIt cant be my Katy, G
, course. but the glove shall go back t
its owner"
! Mary and Lizzie went to church tha
, Sunday morning. Katy declared sh
J couldn't GO. having but one glove.
stayed at home with her, and offered t
; keep Mrs. Howelrs children for her
! and so persuaded that worthy swona
10 attend worship with the girls. 7
! And this is how il came about, thu
while we were having frolic on tn
a carpet with the children in Mrs. How
! ellis room, we heard a ring at the dool
!, and Bridget having taking herself Q
!, somewhere, there was no help tor
4 but for one of us to answer the sun
& mons.
"You 20, Katy" whispered /, in di
: may. Il can mot appear.
- KATY glanced sereneY at her ow