The Savannah morning news., 1901-11-14
Our Daily Short Stories
CINDERELLA.
BY SARA LINDSAY COLEMAN.
Copyright. 1901. by Authors Syndicate,

McMaster passed through it. taking
/ his hat; his overcoat had not been re-
moved.
II will return, Cinderella" The
words sounded like the registering of
a vow.
1t was quite two months later when
McMaster again stood on Cinderellas
doorstep, for by no other name did
| he know her
mere was not sound of life about
the place. The owners were out West,
so McMaster learned.
Inc witchery of spring fell on the
world June came, July, August, and
always the picture of this one girl
IN the background of the mans con-
| seriousness.
Il am fool" he declared to himself
over ana over, Il will forget her!"
But he never did.
And because words in Cinderella's
own soft voice repeated themselves to
MN so often, he began his search for
ner- Not that he Acknowledged il to
hlmself. He tried to delude himself
with the thought that he needed
change; that he was restless, irritable,
win nerves unstrung.-
wherever tourists were to be found
ne Followed in his whimsical pursuit.
IN any place he might find her. He
haunted picture galleries, fingered in
curlo shops, wandered in unfreouent-
ed ways and bored himself at fashion
able watering places.
september found him at the seashorA
"a dance was on for the night.
McMaster felt no surprise at sight
VI her IN the ballroom, later he came
upon her in little rsception-room.
She was alone '0''-'
CINDERELLA, he spoke, joyously.
she looked beyond him at the man
rrlnging her an ice and said:
rake me to my husband; 1 am
McMaster made his way from the
room. Her husband! There was only
nerce indignation in his heart-s
longing to be free from a love that was
ana could only be a misery.
he went to his room and packed his
belongings. MS
AS he came down the hotel corridor
woman approached him.
She glanced at him, recognized him
back
McMaster bowed gravely.
She lifted the torn chiffon and made
him a sweeping, laughing bow. Sir
Prince" she said, Have you forgotten
poor Cinderella?'
McMaster held out his hand and said
goCd-by.
I did not know you were here, and
you are going away?" The girls heart
was IN the cry-it frightened her into
conventional phraseology.
rs it business or something more Sc
rious"' she asked.
McMaster forgot the rebuff received.
forgot everything but that she stood
there, that. in some dim way, fate had
given her to him, if only for a moment.
He spoke with quick, brethless re-
solve:I 1T is something more serious"
He led her to a little balcony that
hung over the water.
Ihere the night the stars and sleep
ing waters flung a spell of witchery.
You know why 1 CO.
why do you go?'' she asked
rough.
Then stay!"
For that reason I goi"
You love me, but honor holds you
elsewhere"
Honor bids me go. That love should
be an ignominy in the telling! You
are mine! Since that white night you
have been mine! Tonight, in the
dance, you drifted towards mel held
out my arms to youth the reception
room; you looked into my eyes and
beyond me and asked the man with
you to take you to your husband. You
ask why L go!''
She leaned her sweet young body
against him; she slipped her fingers
into his; her eyes were brighter than
the stars above as she said:
The dear foolish prince to go
searching over the world for Cinder-
ella, and then, if fate had not stepped
in, to lose her..
Cinderella" he made a GESTURE Of
despair.
H.
1T was not / in the pink gown. My
cousin Edith, who is marvelously like
me, wears pink tonight"
But his starved arms had closed
about her and his lips were on hers.