The Appeal. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn. ;) 1889-19??, 1903-03-21

end OF the long room. which was divided
by portieres, and was dignified by the
title OF sleeping apartment, In this, his
home. ur i've flights Of stairs--the climb
Z ing of which was all the exercise he
needed, he declared. 5.5
An a astonished silence followed the
cracking of the paper, !Lan a h'sst OF
| heart; laughter. e.. =
What in thunder have you been about,
old saw-bones? Some ones been playing
| q. trick on your S5s 4f%s.Ssss So - -
| AS Charlie finished speaking. Meredith
appeared at the portleres, and = his as
| .Onlsncd gaze was held up q pair of Whit
SUICIDES, dainty, ligh-heeled, fit fc1-rfai.y.
CONSERVATION dine l. ,nEerW he4nned them
both then recollection came to Meredith.
swift and sure. A pair OF brown eyes
| glaarces Indignantly into his. then sweet
voice is saying: 'They must be white,
Sue; either satin or'suede!' OF coarse,
| the stupid clerk had mixed them up.
! But, great heavens where are his? He
| dare not trust himself to think. In the
| meantime, Charlie stood with the dainty
| deceivers poised gingerly in one hand,
gazing quizzically at Meredith.
you've mistaken the box, old man. |
Gfd not intend to pry into your secrets, I
| assure you. Very clumsy Of me- Kindly
| show me the right box. r. : =
"'Oh, hang it all, dry up. What are
y
I dith, shaken-ou OF his customary calm.
| Don't you see what hasGappened? The
| clerl: has mixed them Up, that's H." Then
| he related the whole story to his unsym-
| pathetic friend. who rolled over on the
| diran in paroxysns OF delight, ia the
detriment of his Immaculate sveNng
dress -. - 49, 70. - = .,'..;
"i'hat's the best I ever heard!'' he
| gasped Imagine the scene in the
| ooudouir of the brown-eyed one, when
your dainty canoes arrivefl Don't stand
there petrifed! Hurry up, get out your
old o@es and come afong.7 .--.- ..r
TIT : haven't any old ones! Gave them
alb 70 10 small brother long ago What
use :.aye I Tor dancing shoes?' detected
ly~3 tcw that al possibility of a Adance
was ~ an end, he longed most unreason-
ably for the unattainable. Forlor-ly, he
arrayed himself.
You'll have to sit out most of your
dances--if you get ANY, said his friend;
mine are all engaged. ] newer take any
before half past ten T. !
Nobody will want to. dance with me
in these thick things sighed the other,
surveying his shoes ruefIlly.
However,: they made a start finally,
Charlie gayly arranging future proceed
irgs as they went. -.
Now, if the browv eyes are there,
what luck! I'm sure to know her; I know
| everybody I cam see it aH-introduction,
| sort of recognition, hsSRless confusion,
gallant friend ito the reSsue-all satisfac-
torily explained in a lnSfent!''
''Never!" calculated Meredith, clutch
ing his arm. Suppose she's a girl who
chaffs a fellow unmercifully?'
why, she cannot! She's in as much
OF q box as YOU are. ,.'
oh no, she isn't! She forgot all about
me and my patent-leatherss as soon as&she
.entereG the store.
"Wei hope for the best, my afflicted
friend" said Charlie.
Presently they reached the brilliantly
lighted hall where the first cotillion Of
the season was under way. Gayly the
through the ma1es of the figures, and
Increasingly his eyes did not mislead
hfl1-was the ''brown-eyed one," demure-
~ leading all that lovely train of follow
ers. Meredith leaned against the door
facing. and Graham noticed the look Of
consternation almost Of fear, upon his
face.
She's here, is she?' he asked.
Yes, there, leading he answered faint
ly.
THAT! Beatrice Harloe! Well, you are
lucky dog! She's the jolaiest and sweet
est girl the hill
Later on Meredith was introduced. and
one glance of the brown eyes was enough.
Totally unprepared for the meeting, no
sooner did their eyes meet than the re-
msmbrance swept over her of the great
clumsy thing in front OF the shoe store.
Laughing, she put out her hand: on!
DR.. Meredith and I have met before, it
rather 5unceremoniously. You must ex-
cuse our haste Of this afternoOn-we were
in such a hurry!'"'t,+ u . sy5.z.. f# Il, +
'.It was all my fault, assure you,'' ne
answered eagerly. So far, she did nos
connect him in any way with the mis-
take OF the dancing shoes. II am SO
iate.'' said Meredith, II am afraid there
is no hope for me on your card; am not
going to dance myself, but hoped 7
might find some kind friend who would
take pity on me and sit out one oeca-
sionany" Once nothing had ever been
further from Meredith's Thoughts than
the absurd sitting OUT of asqRSfce with
a girl: but, snow-weIl, circumstances alter
cases. that's all
.'Ohy' she answered, Il was late, too.
have only the cotillion engaged will
give YOU one laterson-'' d. ~. 4. & T..
Charlie, who had been an amused spec
ta.o. could restrain himself no longer, in
spite OF an imploring look from his friend.
why were you late, Bee? You told me
you 1pected to be here early. on account.
Of your friend" -. r.
such funny thing happened, she
laughed. Come here, Sue, and help me
tell about it" H IS
|. CHANGING at the young doctor, one look
at his conscious face was enough se}ai s.
she cried; why u--you are the mani
Then the tension gave way and the
quartet laughed long and merriiy.
WINES the joke? was asked on al
sides; but taking Sue hurriedl w. by the
hand, Beatrice made her way to q retired
corner motioning to Graham to bring his
friend. ESQ s#
ssNe must exchange condolences. " she
said.
! And shoes murmured Graham, soto
voce, So, with much laughter and elat-
ter Of tongues, the whole a affair was made
clear, to the my stincation Of all their
friends and acquaintances.
The following year Dr.. and Mrs John
Meredith (nee Harloe) set up housekeep
ing ia q cory fat on Geary street, where
there Isl a mystery still unsolved in the
doctors study. Hanging beside his desk.
within convenient reach OF his right arm.
Is the well-knowns figure of miss aBonita
gracefully swinging her toes as Of I'D.
But upon those toes are now fitted dainty
slippers OF aNhite suede, held Sin place sby
pxe bows df whit satin ribbon.
10 ail Singdfries. Bee 1nerrify answers:
wen. 1t rs did throw myself at his head
first, he returned tb e compliment prompt
w By throwing himself at my feet -
Harriet Holmes Haslett. in the ArgOnaD:.
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