Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1912-09-07
EVENING STORY.
NEW sHoEs
BY Martha Observation-Disclosures.
Copyright, 1919, by the Associated
Literary Prss.)

buy story, please. SRA teeny.
weeny story Josephine Mabin
called to Latimer half in, half out
OF his door. You don't want TO be
constructively guilty Of cruel and un.
usual punishments - that I know"
she ran on, coming inside and NOV
ing little uncertainty toward his
desk.
Latimer sprang up, set a chair for
her, and made to seat her, but she
shook her head. "Dassent- I'd
never, never, have the courage to
rise again. she said. then holding
ont small foot in a shoe still
smaller. Johnny do believe this
isn't wholly vanity-the girl who
sold them was hypnottst.'
Where were you going to need
such fine foot.feathers? Latimer IN
terrupted almost savagely.
The offending foot-feathers we're
fine, indeed the latest cry Of the
mode as to shape and stuff. At rest,
Joe's foot did look pretty In them ~
when she walked or tried to. her
elastic instep became wooden, her
pinched toes were alternately dead
or full OF savage prickings.
''Sit down." Latiner ordered, Aand
tell me the whole story. You surely
have not been out with that Parish
gang again?"
"The shoes contradict you that's
Just why suffer from them" Joe
said with something betw1xt a frown
and a pout. Ten dollars worth OF
agony! Isn't that fought"
mot as tough as the Parish gang,
Latimer exploded. See here, Joe
you know I'm your big brother by
appointment cut them out! I say
| It, And I mean tt down to the
ground"
II wish could" Joe said halt
under breath, then more articulate:
Johnny must make you under
stand. promised wouldn't but
you are my other SELF"
Whats to understand .Latimer
interrupted.
Joe reached for his hand. "The
! truth" she said. Il don't like tough
ways, nor people but ! have to
make a pretense Of it-because you
see, II get the story-all my hard
times are over. Beckwith himself has
promised It,"
"But what is the story" Latimer
demanded.
Joe put her lips almost upon his
ear, as she answered. Whats be-
hind the Norowill divorce? Parish
knows, you see he's the only one
who does know, except the princi
pals. He-he thinks lot Of me, In
his way. If l keep letting him think
so-and more he'll surely tell me-
when he knows what 1t will mean.
"You infant!' Latimer interrupted
Surely you can't think Parish vii
give away his patrons secrets, ever
lfor your beautiful eyes7 Why II n
did"
"You can't think I'd sell che story
even II I knew 1t, unless he wat
willing?" Joe cried, trying to rise
hut falling back with a grimace.
! Latimer took both her hands
! "That shows how fit you are fol
newspaper work. You cant and
won't forget that you're a lady born
above sneaking and sleuthing
and dirty pryings generally. Give
1t up, child Let me send you home
Tell me. how are you off? Need
money? How much?"
Joe turned away her head, FUN
bling for her purse. Her eyes were
so dim she could barely see to oper
lit. From It she shook into hel
palm three coppers, a dime a hal
dollar and a five-dollar gold piece
Behold my worldly wealth" sh'
said, trying to speak gayly. "Ant
II can't spend the gold It's m!
christening money, you know. KEEP
for luck. Buff only you'll bu!
a storylet, so can get some
! II suppose you can go hungry.
Latimer interrupted CURLY. VIII!
won't you give up and go home
You know you can marry Bill!
/ Thank you don't want Bill!
| Mason / would rather be q fre'
lance In New York town with on
j square meal a week than roll roun'
in the Mason auto all the days 0
my life," she cried, rising and shut
ting her lips on groan. Uncer
|tainly balancing she smiled gal
liant smile, saying: Sorry we can
do business must hop along t
some other office"
7; 1--WE can do business we hav
4 got to-" Latimer said doggedly
pulling some bills from his poke
and trying to thrust them upon her
"Take it Just an advance, 20,