Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1898-01-06
SHOES CAME BACK.
scw MIR. AND MRS. ALeERNoN SMITH
 DISPOSED OF A NUISANCE.

1iVe Them Away and Were Not Permit
 ted to Lose Them-F Finally Smith Thought
 of the Furnace, and All Is Well.
 A rag peddler was slowly passing Mrs. Algernon Smiths house when that good woman hailed him. How much for old shoes?'' Helluv cent pount for wool an cotton. gan puy ole shoes. ]"
 But won't you give mo something for them?"
 Any iron or pottles you want to sell, lady? You want to sell dose t'ings vat you haf on? Helluv cent a pount. I gan no moro gif. want not dose shoes, not for nottings. Nottings else?"
 Mrs. Smith indignantly closed the window. When her husband camo home at night, she said
 "Algernon, I want you to take lot of old shoes I've done up in package and throw them away"
 Why don't you give them to the washerwoman?n asked MT. Smith.
 She won't have them-says they're not her kind of shoes, was the answer. They arc all either too large or toe small, the heels arc too high, and they arc tho wrong number. l offered them to tramp, and he said when he won't into the shoe business he would let mo know-he wasn't buying misfts yet. "
 'sl like his impudenee. Where arc they? I'll make short work of them," said MT Smith. and he took the big bundle his wife gave him and went ont. In 15 minutes he was back.
 sSo you got rid of them, !" said hi wife joyfully. ''I think there was an accumulation of six years in that lot some of them had given to people who were begging at the door, but al- ways found them again nex6 day ill the lot. Old shoes are like cats, If you send them away they always come back D
 The cat won t Come back this time' '' said her husband "I dumped them ill a vacant lot and ran. After this when you buy a pair of new shoes leave your old ones at the store '
 Next morning as Mrs. Smith was do- ing her homework the door bell rang.
 I guess maybe you've had bur glary, said the cheory voice of a man who stood on the steps and seemed ill hurry. "I 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 chok- ing her with butter. and after supper he took up the bundle and went out
 He knew of nico dark place down near church where he could slide in and drop that load of shoes without be- ing seen. He had taken the precaution to tear off the address and had changed the shape of the bundle. As he deposit ed it in 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 l 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 Eo didn't know Mir Smith. He listened to his explanation with most aggressive and unbelieving air.
 f|Lemme see the kid, he demanded, and when the kid proved to be kid shoes he grew still angrier
 'I've 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
 Tho next night smudge came out of the Smiths chimney, and tho neighbors held their noses. About midnight a loud rapping was heard at the front door, and light in the basement was hastily extinguished. MT. Smith an- swered the summons, while Mrs Smith hid in the coal cellar. A patrol wagon 1 full of policemen was at the door One of them was on the steps.
 Arc you running a gluo factory here without @ license?" he demanded of Smith.
 "Then what is that internal odori 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 il l the garbage box and had them turned l out again and how they had tried to sell them or give them away and finally tc lose them. Then he showed the police tc l the basement and opened the door of the l furnace where the shoes were being cremated Then he produced some bot. 1 ties with long necks that were sent for l his birthday, and for half an hour he was busy pulling corks After some time he released Mrs. Smith from the coal cellar
 "Are they gone?" sho gasped.
 "The policc?'
 "No, no; the shoes "
 ''Eycry scrap reduced to ashes. "
 They embraced, and happiness reigned in the Smith household. - Chicago Times-Herald.
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