St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1867-05-31
Tie Lett slipper.

/ thought fairies were obsolete. and
Cinderella nowhere" | exclaimed one
morning, drawing out from under the
. sofa OF my slttng-room a small slipper
for left foot = But if ever there was
Il lady. be she Cinderella or Susannah,
who had a smaller foot than this would
tit, | should like to see her, that's ALL"
| sat down again 10 my coffee and ham,
and wondered how it could happen that
Mrs. Pottle, my worthy and obsequious
Iandlady, should have allowed the Slip
per to have been overlooked in the thor
ough cleaning she had assured me
always took place between the exit and
c,t,ec of her different sets of dodgers yet
here it was. The shining of the soft,
bronze-colorcd leather had attracted nv
eye as the sun lit up the abyss beneath
the sofa and now, what must do with
it? Perhaps, after all, it was Mrs.
Politics. own but laughed at the idea
of her elephantlne foot finding entrance
there perhaps it belonged TO a child or
grandchild, but it was not probable in
depreciation of the mystery. 1t could
surely not be kept under the sofa for Or
nament; and yet how should such a
thing as one slipper not being misssd, il
the owner possessed two feet!
However, the little innocent looking
slipper, fit to case very fairy's foot, lay
there and destroyed my peace of mind q:
| looked at it. My readers may laugh
at lie as they choose but | will frankly
confess, that, whilst some men fall il
love with a bunch Of curls, a pair o
eyes, Il smile, Il hand, voice, | was, be.
fore breakfast was half over, head ant
ears in love with a slipper. 1t was fol
| ly, - nonsense - of course but so il
was Philosophers would say it was tn,
form that my imagination coniured W
as the real owner of the slipper; but
don't care to be so particular i believe
| fell in love with the little slipper itself
Such pretty little thing it looked ant
felt as turned it over in my hand with it
sllken sandals, and rosette of blue, ant
its neat lining of white silk; daint,
little article indeed, perfumed with (;
soft, sweet odor of roses, that all its Ion:
islation from its sweet mistress had no
wholly destroyed.
| heard Mrs. Pottle ascending th
stairs with my letters, and hastily pu
the slipper in my coat pocket. had de
termined that | would be guilty of theft
ii theft it was, sooner than part with m,
new treasure. The landlady entered
Letters, sir, you please, sir
" Thank you,' answered coolIy, an,
let her 20 again though | longed 70
the history Of her previous dodgers.
thought she eyed me suspsciously, but, O
course, was mistaken; and / turne'
and finished my breakfast. and the,
broke open the envelopes Of my letters.
ring the bell. Mrs. Pottle enters.
am sitting on the sofa reading the paper
but | just say carelessly, s. You hav
kept these lodgings some time, suppose
Mrs. Pottle ,"
Law, yes, sir," she answers, stoE
ping short in the general gathering tc
gether of plates and dishes "nigh upo
twenty years. Through my poor Sam
uel being taken of early, Sir, | was OF
liged to begin at forty. Now Pm turne
sixty, sir; though some do SO say" sal
Mrs. Pottle with smile, "that the
hardly can think it's more than fe'
years ago | began I'm SO much th
same