The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1886-05-07

"Oh," echoed the baby. 'See um
tunnin' tootsiesr'
The pretty young governess, the
object of these frank and warm ejacula-
tione, blushed slightly, stamped into
her rubber boots for she wore those
sensible, if not strictly beautiful things),
and carefully tucked a pair of diminu-
tive and very coquettish slippers, one
in each boot leg.
'Now, children, haye your French
ready by the time ] am back. -
And Jack, Molly and Crackers, the
baby, wished her "bon yoy lge' in
various degrees of shrillness, while
Jack gave vent to prolonged whoop,
ending by an impromptu clog dance and
a somersalt that won him the envy and
admiration of his sisters
Bessie Ellis walked quickly through
the snow, enjoying the great white
fakes. She did a few errands in the
village, made call on friend, and
returned home, to be met on the steps
ny the Florence children, with untouch
d lessons and the important announce
rnent that Uncle Fred had come.
Knowing that lessons would be
suspended during his stay she took off
her boots and missed a slipper.
She sat down on the leather seat in
ohe hall and gave herself up to woe.
There, l could just cry! Only the
second time I'd worn them, and they
were so pretty, and now 1 shall 60 suf-
fering round in these old, worn-out
things"
And she beat the one slippered foot
GROSSLY on the floor, and the tears came
into her brown eyes. She went to her
own pretty room. and drowned her
sorrows temporarily in The House on
the Marsh. "
Fred. Hilton was in the music room,
drumming on the piano. and telling the
candydevouring children the story of
Cinderella. Not that he had been re-
minded of that delightful tale by any
recent art exhibit. but because in the
pocket of his sealskin coat, hanging at
that moment in the hall, reposed very
small and dainty bronze slipper, which
he had found half hidden by some
bushes, on his way from the village to
| the house.
s'Well, here's a find! Too sweet and
pretty to return to the owner, even if
find her.
And his eyes beamed approval at the
exquisite thing, as it lay in his hand.
Caesar! If l could find pretty
Massachusetts girl who claimed the
ownership of this, and was bright anc
nice, and was not horribly short, Tc
marry her-yes, sirr'
For the fastidious Fred. had but just
returned from Louisiana, where he hat
any quantity of fairy feet, and had founc
them so sadly lacking in the Northern
beauties whom he had met since hi
return home that he seriously contem
plated returning to the sunny Soutt
and marrying wife there.
He himself was good-looking ane
with wealth galore
Bessie had seen him once from he
window, coasting with the children
and admired his fine appearance ant
his boundless good nature. They me
but seldom, never exchanging NOR
than greeting, although Fred. trieo
hard to see more of her, as she was tn
only pretty girl within any distance.
Her old slippers We're not very at
tractive, and she said nothing regarding
her loss, SO he never for an instap
suspected that his heroine was so near
He was of, again in week, an
soon his sister, Mrs. Florence, had
letter from him, saying he had starte
abroad.
He was not much given to romano
or sentiment, but somehow that slippe
remained with him, and he dreame
over it rather more than was quite fai,
as their We're other slippers in tn
world quite as lovely.
Once, in green room of Parisia
theater, while waiting for the particul;
dancer, whose admirer he was. he fame
ed he saw a mate of his slipper lying o
the floor.
"Ah, my darling, that is beauty an
fit for fairy, is it not?' cried a youn
girl, entering in as Tom Moore has i
very thin clothing and very little
it,"
"Hullo, Blanche; yes, whose is it?
"You know what exquisite real tea
come into Madame Victorine's eyes
the second act? Well, monsieur,
your hand you have the cause. or ha
of it, for she wears two. Those ge
uine pcarly drops owe their brief ar
charming existence to that shoe. vi
torine's foot is small, but she can n
get it into that without emotion. Com
Fraidie, your flowers were all that hea
could wish"
And they went to supper.
His little ballet girl led him g
, life, and he remained in Paris near
two months. He knocked aroul
Vienna and Germany for the rest of t
year, once nearly getting horse-whi
ped in Berlin for gazing al the foot Of
; lady who was getting into her carria
from ball.
Her cavalier an Italian looking ma
whose opportunity of a few whisper
= words was somewhat interrupted by t
staring American, was reused to
: and he gave Hilton such scowl that
: withdrew silently ana discreetly.
He went home. dreampt of her, a