The Dolores star., 1913-07-04

In pair OF balloon slippers.
Il am not yet addressed as madam"
said she, calmly drawing her skirts
about her feet. which were already Sc
curely hidden.
mot YETI All, that is very fortunate.
indeed. ! see ] am not too late"
"Sir!"
But I saw no anger on her face.
There was. however. mixture OF
amusement. hautenr Chat darling
word Of the lady novelists!) and OBJ
lection. She hadn't the least idea who
was. and was not going 10 tell her
for some time to come. ] was a prod
tgal, with a few new ideas.
Il meant nothing more serious than
that you might happen to be Cinder.
ella" said !. "What In the world
should I do with Cinderella's slipper.
once she was safely married TO the
prince?"
She swayed her fan indolently, but
made no effort to rise. looked on this
as rather encouraging.
at would be somewhat embarrass-
Ing to ask married woman II she
were Cinderella ! proceeded.
Il should not particularize," she OBJ
served; married or single, II would
be embarrassing"
81 am searching for the Cinderella
who has lost a sinner. and I am GO
Ing to cali you Cinderella till ! have
nroos that Won are not she whom l
sseIn
III Ia very kind Of you." she replied,
with a hint of sunshine. struggling at
the corners Of her Inns. "Have I ever
met Won before ?'-puzzlipg her
arcbed brows.
"Memory does not follow reincar-
,.naticn." / answered owlishiy; but /
I dare say that | often met you at the
Temple of Venus In the old. old days"
She appeared slightly interested.
"What, may l ask, was your bust
ness in the old, old days?
Il played the cithern.
And II"
Il believe you distributed flowers"
do you know the hostess!"-with
solemn eyes.
"oh, yes; though she hasn't the
slightest recollection of me. But that's
perfectly natural. At affairs like this
the hostess recalls Familiarity to her
mind only those who sat at her dinner
table earlier In the evening. All other
kinvitations are simply paid obliga-
Mons"
You possess some discernment. at
Nnt."
Thank YOU,
"But ! wish ! knew precisely what
you are about. her eyes growing
critical In their examination.
II am seeking Cinderella" once
more holding out the slipper. Then
oGssd at my watch. 1t Is not yet
twS 2clock."
"You are. of course. a guest here,
Illuminating, else you could not have
passed the footman at the door"
"Mark nv attire: or. eandidly. do !
iook like A footmanw
"No.o: I can't say that you do: but
in Cinderella, don't you know, the
foo,man carried the slipper"
"oh. I'm the prince" ] explained
easily: 81 dismissed the footman at
the door"
.CipderelIa.- she unused. She mes.
tied her feet. and looked thoughtfuliy
NJ her delicate hands. | could see she
was at that instant recalling the pic,
ture of Cinderella and the ash-heap.
"What was the princes name?"
'In this case It is just prince of
good fellows"
Il should like SOME witnesses" She
xazed at me curiougly, but there was
no distrnst in her ''mpid eye, us clear
and moteless as Widow Wadman's.
> ."Isn't II fine" I cried with a burst
Of confidence. 'to possess the courage
To sneak TO s,raueersg
I'll IA equally courageous TO listen, -
was the re,ort.
~ knew 1 should like you!"--wlth
enthusiasm.
She stirred upeasIly, Il might have
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