Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1892-07-07
THE LOST SLIPPERS.
Aunt Dora Tells Marie a Pretty story OF
Apple.
Edmund V. Cooke, in st. Nicholas.


II was too bad that the train was
late, and Auntie Dora and Marie had
to wait SO long at the way-station. 1t
was a dreary place with its dusty floor
rusty stove, peanut-eating young
couple, the tobacco-s splitting loafers and
baby that cried all the time
Marie was very tired and hungry,
too, for they had brought no lunch, as
they had expected to reach home by
dinner-time So all they had to eat
was a large. rosy apple that a ruddy-
faced farmer had slipped into Marie's
hand when She left the train
But Auntie Dora knew how 10 make
the most of that apple. She took il in
her hands and turning it over said
mysteriously: Marie, there is some
thing inside Of that apple. Shall tell
Won a story about IT.?
"Oh yes" and the little girl quite
forgot her present discomfort.
Well. auntie began. "once upon a
time there lived in the upper story of a
big. green house a tiny. round rosy
baby. who grew very fast. and soon be-
came a fine damsel whom folks called
Lady Pinkblow.
She was very dainty and sweet in
ruiiled skirts Of pink and white. She
seemed to be favorite The sun lent
down his warmest spring smiles; the
gentle rains came now and then and
gave her bath; the wind rocked her to
sleep in the pretty green hammock, and
for company She had lots of brothers
and sisters dancing around her.
III was very gay happy sort Of
life, and Lady Pinkblow would have
been quite willing 10 have it go on in
that way forever, but one evening, after
the sun had put ON his nightcap and
hidden her good-by, a hard storm came
up.
The gentle breeze changed into
hoarse, angIy-voieed tempest that shook
and swayed the green house in which
the Pinkblow family lived until it was
almost impossible for them To keep from
falling out Of bed.
Indeed. some OF them did tumble
down to the ground, but as for little
Lady Pinkhlow she hung on very
sturdily 10 the brown stem of her ham
mock, and when morning came it found
her still clinging to it tightly!
But She was a sorry-lool1ing object
Every one of her pink and white skirts
had been torn from her. until there was
nothing left but her tiny, round body
with one pale green woolly covering
Even her slippers. of which she had had
several pairs, were lost and she almost
g. ~, 81,
but she had a brave heart, and when
the sun smiled down and the wind
gently patted her cold little back and
whispered: Have courage. dear, Every
body must have a hlossom-stormr She
made up her mind that She would do the
best She could.
SO, as the days passed on she re-
joiced to find herself growing larger
and larger, smoother and trmer, and
by the time October'S days were at
hand, her cheeks were round and rosy.
and She was a buxom lass indeed. She
had quite gotten over the loss Of her
pink petticoats though she sometimes
thought about her slippers.
And where doyou suppose theywcrc
all this timc2
And Aunt Dora took ont her little
pen-kuife, and cut tac big red apple IN
TWO and there, side by side We're rows
of seeds, looking for all the world like
tiny. shining, brown shoes,
There are Lady Pinkblov slippers
she said
And Marie laughed soloudly that the
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