Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1897-12-21
SHOES CAME BACK.
HOW MR. AND MRS. ALaERNoN SMITH
 DISPOSED OF A NUISANCE.

ted to Lose Them Finally Smith Thought of the Furnace, and All Is Well.
 rag peddler was slowly passing Mrs. Algernon Smiths house when that good woman hailed him.
 How much for old shoes?'' I 'Helluv cent pount for wool an cotton. gan't puy ole shoes. ;
 But won't you give me something for them?''
 Any iron or bottles you want to sell, lady? You want to sell dose t'ings vat I you haf on? Helluv cent pount. gan no moro gif. want not dose shoes, not for nottings. Nottings else?''
 Mrs Smith indignantly closed the window. When her husband came home at night she said:
 "Algernon, I want yeu to take lot of old shoes I've done up in package and throw them away. y.'
 Why don't you give them to the washerwoman?" asked Mir. Smith.
 She won't have them--says they're not her kind of shoes, o was the answer l '.They are all either too large or too small, the heels are too high, and they are the wrong number. I offered them to Q tramp, and he said when he won't into. the shoe business he would let mo know--he wasn't buying misfits yet
 ssI like his impudenee. Where arc theya I'll mako short work of them, D said Mir. Smith, and he took the big bundle his wife gave him and went out | In 3 minutes he was back.
 So you got rid of them, said hi wife joyfully. 'I think there was an accumulation of six years in that lot Some of them I had given to people who were begging at the door, but al- ways found them again next day ill the lot Old shoes are like cats. if you send them away they always come back
 Tho cat won't come back this time,n J said her husband. "I dumped them in Q vacant lot and ran. After this when you buy pair of new shoes leave your old ones at tho store. j
 Next morning as Mrs. Smith was do- ing her homework the door bell rang.
 T guess maybe you've had bur. glary' said the cheery voice of a man who stood on the steps and seemed i'll hurry. 1T found this bundle, with your name and address on 1t, when I was looking over my lot today
 Mrs. Smith took the bundle and fec ply thanked him. When Algernon came home, she told him. He said there were moro ways of killing cat than of cholk- ing her with butter, and after supper he took up the bundle and went out.
 He knew of nice dark place down near church where he could slide in and drop that load of shoes without be- ing seen. He had taken the preeaution to tear off the address and had changed the shape of the bundle. As he deposit- ed 1t i'll the archway of this dark corner heavy hand was laid on his shoulder
 No, you don't. No abandonment of tho little innocent when you get tired of your own flesh and blood Pick up the poor thing now or I'll club ye :"
 It was the new policeman on that beat, and he didn't know MT. Smith. He listened to his explanation with most aggressive and unbelieving air.
 'Lemme see tho kid, , he demanded, aud when the "kid' proved to be kid shoes he grew still angrier.
 five mind to run ye in for disturb ing the peace and resisting an officer" he said, but finally permitted Smith to take his bundle and go home.
 The next night smudge came out of the Smiths chimney, and tho neighbors held their noses. About midnight a loud rapping was heard at tho front door, and light in the basement was hastily extinguished. MT. Smith an- swered the summons, while Mrs. Smith hid i'll the coal cellar. A patrol wagon full of policemen was at the door. One of them was on the steps.
 Are you running glue factory hero without 1icense?n he demanded of Smith.
 Then what is that internal odor? Your neighbors have telephoned that you were making yourself nuisance and want you abated "
 Smith took the crowd in and told his story-how they had put those shoes in tho garbage box and had them turned out again and how they had tried to sell them or give them away and finally to lose them Then he showed the poll se to the basement and opened tho door of tho furnace where the shoes were being cremated. Then he produced some bot ties with long necks that were sent for his birthday, and for half an hour he was busy pulling eorks. After some time he released Mrs. Smith from the coal cellar.
 Are they gone?'' she gasped.
 The policc?''
 No, no; the shoes :"
 Every scrap reduced to ashes "
 They embraced, and happiness igned in the Smith household. Chicago Times Herald.
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