, 1875-12-05
BLUE SATIN BOOTS.

They had been sitting opposite each other
some time in the strees-car, the shabby little
girl with the soft black eyea, and Simon Holt,
the young. farmer from DucStown, Who has
iourneyod all the way to New York in search OF
3 newly-patoDted plow, With which be proposes
to exreriment upon the arid soil OF his native
farm.
Ching! goes the car-beIl, there IS movement
anon the passengers, and the shabby little g'rl
ie gone. But there on the seat is brown paper
parcel. Simon catches it up, Kushes wildly from
the car, and finds biunseH On . street-corner, no
ahabby little girl in sight, and himself uue1pect-
ed " the posaessor OF . mysterious bundle, Inc
contents Of which he is ignorant Of, equally with
the whereabouts Of its owner.
For hair an hour he goes up one street aud
down another, peering an1iously under the bon.
nets Of every female he meets, in search OF
hose black eyes. He Ia jeered ut By small boys.
who expressed their disgust Ut his brand-ne"
oyercoat, followed suspiciously By policemen,
comes near getting into fight with m lnebz7-
ated felloE-creature, and finally goes discon-
tentedly back to his modest hotel on Fourth
avenue, the parcel still in his possession. Once
in his fpou, be turns the little bundle over. ana
over and upside down in search OF An address,
and finally bathinks himself OF opening IT,
With tho opening OF the bundle Simon opens his
eyes, His hard fingers have come IN conssos
with something 90 soft and delicate; and there,
diseucumbe1ed from their Wrappinga, atand
tho cunningeat, daintiest, pattlest, little pair
of h]ua satin boots that ever we're made.
Simon scarcely dare touch them, for fear
of sol1inr their delicate white embfotd-
ery. but he puts them On the table, where they
incontineutly tumble over. Then he rights them.
and they poise themselves on their little French
heels and dainty toes, their spanges eIisten.
the silver fringe around tho ankles dances and
t,embles, their tasse1s wave, and they look 1t
Simon with eelf-conceited impairment sort OF
air. aa much as to say, X Think what pair OF
feet it ought to be that deserves to 20 IN us !"
Then Simon falls to wondering what on earth
the shabby little girl could be doing with such
mir OF boots aB that. The problem il too much
for him, and, while he is still revolving 1t in his
mind, his eye lights on lettsr from his grand
mother. And this e the way the letter runs
M1DEAH GRANDSON You aro making 5onr first
visit to the great metropolis OF your country nope
VII enoy The many ~ 1ne entpe.t vou
What St. Paul has said concerning the pef4 % tna
city," Remainder that where you ara Tiers are a"ays
Enares se for the feet OF the unwary. Beware oI the
seductions that encompass you. Lat not tbs child Of
Christian parents who at rest with tho Lord SUI
ndatafr f., h,s to 0' led '''Fas AssSs saf HOLT
Simon looks IT the boots, and sbsolutely
bushes. He n thinking what Grandmother
Holt would eaY to such An evidence OF the
pomps and yaaites Of this wicked world fepos-
ing on his table. At this moment one OF tne
over, and then simon sees inside the flap whef"
the bnt.on-hoIes are the followidg addzess;
MIas Coralie Dn1nont.
No. Worth street.
prestoi graudmother's latter goes flying IN
der the bad, the boots are enyeloped again 10
brown paper, and Simon ia h the street. lhe
policemen recognize him on the corner OF Con
tre street, and become quite certain the countr1-
fed-looking young man IL mp 10 eometn!n9
queer" the small boys repeat theiE atteas1ons'
and Simon finds himseif knocking 1t = dliapi-
dated door on the third floor OF tenamens
house on Worth street.
What dismal little voice it is .that says
II Come 1n!" Simon sees the black ereS aealn.
strcamin9 with tears thiatime. But sney ssop
60 quickly that be does not even get chance 70
zee now this new phase becomes them, for Mise
Cor.1ia spripea forward With 4 bound, the httle
French face lights up with ecssasy - the sight
Of the pascel, and Simon wishas that the ons'-
nesaof life was returning blue satin boots 70 b!a:k-
sced owners, 1.-The boots! the boots" She
has got the boots again; and then Aliss Corshe
nroyes beyond ID peradveneure thai she ooes
not know how to behave herself, for abe selzea
Hmon's snnburned hand In her own htt1e one
tnd kiases it. And Simon Wait until We have
whole new vocabulary OF words, and will taA
you how simon felt
ouainted, and ia less than two hours hstls Cor
slie has told Simon her whole HISTORY. k11a.,
there Is Mrs. Mugglns- Mrs. MuB91ns lives on
The frst door, and She Is the good-nstured old
.:ladY (dxre to call Mrs Mugg1ns anything but
4 shady and yon will show u ouco your ieuo-
ranco Of social propriesy in Worth street) who
| h.s broneht Coraiis up ever since the brokeu-
Lad In E-h0