Dresden enterprise and Sharon tribune. (Dresden, Tenn.) 1907-1997, 1915-06-25
SECOND STORY
upright, 1915, by Pathe Exchange. Inc,
Nd IA n elm C0pyrightl

fD0aC ana RAIL- Dy cameI, lDeA' muAe
and horse come the treasures OF the
world into his cunning hands. Lofts
and factories stifle human lives with
out stint that the window dresser may
allure the throng.
1t was a particularly charming pair
of slippers, and the identical shade OF
ribbon she desired that caught and
held Rita Deane's eyes, OF course,
purchase was out Of the question.
Since earliest remembrance her
father had drummed into her pretty
head that personal vanity was the
deadiest Of sins. And besides--Mrs.
Sharpe, Reverend Deane's housekeeD-
or, held tightly to her arm.
Surreptitiously, Rita fumbled the
money in her purse. Yes, she had
enough-just enough.
She lifted her eyes to another win
dow on the seventh floor Of the great
Office building across the street,
where James White, her fiance,
transacted the affairs Of his huge es-
tate. She could see him dlmly, pacing
up and down in his Office, now and
then glancing at letter in his hand.
She had heard something Of the con-
tents of that letter from her father
before he had dispatched 1t. In fact
he had read 1t to her, after an exceed.
1ngly painful scene. She had rebelled
at being obliged to listen to the harsh
dictum: you. a rich backslider in my
church, marry my daughter, Rita?
Never! How you met her puzzles me.
her"
Yes, the lines OF that letter had
scared themselves like letters Of fire
upon her brain.
Again she turned to the window.
Some sudden impulse Of insurrection
frothed within her soul.
Look! Look" she cried, excitedly,
pointing toward the end Of the line
Of blocked traffic.
Curiosity won. AS Mrs. Sharpe's
iron fingers relaxed upon their grip,
Rita Deane's feet glided swiftly inside
the doors of the shop. 1t was full
five minutes before she returned, inno-
Gently assuming an air Of injury at the
hOusekeeper's reproaches for her dis
appearance. The slippers and the rib
bon hidden beneath her little jacket
more than made up for any punish.
ment that could ever be hers.
Gladly Rita submitted to the clutch
Of the dragon hOusekesper The more
quickly she reached home the sooner
would she see the enchanting trans
formation the f1nery made In her ap'
peArance.
Letter or no letter, dictatlon or no
dictation, she would see James again.
Once in her own room she studied
her reflection in the mirror, surprised
to find that the sins had left no mark
upon her pretty face. =.
Cautiously, a bit fearfully, she
loosed the masses of her hair from
their tight braids, binding them with
the splendid ribbon, revealing in the
effect its contrast worked in her APP
pearance.
And then the slippers!
Carried away with her delight, with
this new sensation, this realization Of
her charms, her feet-those beautt-
fully shod feet-began to perform
strange capers, began to steal away
her sense of caution. They moved
in gay, spirited steps, faster, ever
faster, until the dancing girl seemed
more like festive wood-sprite pris'
oned in this house of gloom. And then
then hand fell upon her shoulder
A firm, iron hand it was; hand
that seemed to grip like five bands
of unbreakable steel about the very
soul of her.
The hand left her shoulder. She
dared not meet the look she knew was
upon her fathers face.
She felt a little tug at her hair.
Then a wild rage seized her as she
saw the precious ribbon dangling
from her fathers hand, held in the
finger tips as though the very con-
tact defiled him. She lifted fierce eyes
toward his own, hot protest upon her
lips, but the habit of lifelong obedi-
ence Is not readily downed. His trem-
bling forefnger indicated the slippers !
while his lips opened and closed with
out any words coming He moistened
his lips with the tip of his tongue, but !
still the voice was hoarse with sup
pressed passion as he commanded her
to remove the offending slippers,
Slavishly, yet hating herself for her
obedience, she placed them In his
hand, averting her eyes to hide the
sullen rebellion there.
Il have fought against this trait in
you. Rita. / have prayed for victory.
should not have blamed you so
harshly. My prayers shall yet win
victory for me, victory over the van
ity you inherited from your poor,
weak uDther.
"The same slippers-the same rib
bon, Rital You we're just a child
then, that day your mother brought a
doll dressed as a dancing girl The
doll wore slippers just like these.
Just such a ribbon was bound about