Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1891-02-04

in, amounting in all to something like
seven thousand dollars, for laces, silks,
hats, jewelry and many other things.
Among the articles ordered had
been a pair of shoes at cost of $40.
The things had all been taken out
to the carriage, the shopkeepers said,
and they asserted that Miss barrow
herself had ordered them, and asked
for the bill to be sent at the end OF
the month, and no clue to whom the
person could be, if not the one she
pretended, could be found.
In fact some said it was a trick OF
the heiress to get out of paying for
the articles.
"If it was not you, Miss barrow,
the lady certainly had your feet, fol
I never saw feet like yours, aaid Mr.
O'Neil, the shoe dealer.
"Do you mean that her feet was as
small as mine 2" asked Daisy with q
slight start.
eyes, Miss barrow, and had the
same arched instep. while the number
was only twelve, and made on your
last, which is too small tor any one
else."
"Ahw and with this exclamation
Daisy left the store.
Going straight home she rugged
herself out in her plainest suit, Dor
rowed her maids hat. and with a
small gripsack in her hand left the
house just after dark.
"Why, Daisy, what ails you p
cried her aunt.
"I'm playing detective, auntie
don't be anxious if l don't return fol-
a day or two" and she was gone.
Going to an questionable part of
the city she stopped at certain
number and asked if she could get a
room there for few days. She was
Accommodated, paid the price in ad.
vance and made herself as comfort
able as possible.
The next day she stepped out into
the hall, and, after listening, took
from her pocket some skeleton keys
and opened door.
Entering. she found herself in a
long bedroom, plainly furnished, and
almost the first thing she saw was a
pair of shoes.
Picking one up, and they were very
tiny, she saw the mark of O'Neil in
them, and they were new.
"There are the shoes, and but one
girl ever met could wear my size.
IL will await her return"
Hours passed but at last a key
came in the door and woman entered,
bearing a lot Of bundles.
The resemblance between the
stranger and Daisy was striking, and
she turned as pale as death at seeing
her. the bundles dropping to the floor.
Sliding behind her, Daisy locked
the door and said in an injured tone :
ELLA Darrow, have tracked you,
and by your shoe!
"When we were at boarding-school
together you knew that helped you a
good deal.
snow, after your having run away
and married scamp, you have been
trading upon your striking resem-
blance to me to steal in my name.
"What have you to say, Ella?"
"Daisy, have wronged you cruel
ly, ! know; but / was driven to it by
my worthless, sinful husband, for he
concocted this plan, and all, except
that pair of shoes, which have OBJ
tanned on your credit, he has sold or
pawned.
"Oh, Daisy! do not send me to
Jail! I" and che dropped upon her
knees and grasped Daisy's hands
pleadingly.
ELLA, you are my own flesh and
blood, our mothers being sisters, and
our fathers brothers, and I do not
wish to punish you; but do you know
aught against your husband that will
bring him to punishment"
"Yes, he is a counterfeiter, and is
now making counterfeit money"
"Give me the number, and you
pack up your things and leave here at
once.
Go to the village where you were
born and will come there in few
days and give you new start in life,
on condition that you never see your
husband again."
"Gladly, good, dear Daisyl"
Here is some money, so get ready