The Ely miner., 1915-12-31
SECOND STORY

Some specially acute torment mus
be reserved for the window dresser o.
, great city's shops. BY caravan ant
boat and rail, by camel, ibex, mule
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 q particularly charming pail
Of slippers. and the identical shade o.
ribbon she desired that caught and
held Rita Deane's eyes. OF course
purchase was out Of the question
Eince earliest remembrance hel
father had drummed into her pretty
head. that personal vanity was the
deadiest of sins. And besides-Mrs
Sharpe. Reverend Deane's housekeep
er. held tightly to her arm.
Surreptitiously. Rita fumbled the
money in her purse. Yes. she had
snough-just enough.
She lifted her eyes to another win
Cow on the seventh floor Of the great
ofi1oe building across the street,
where James White. her fiance
transacted the affairs of his huge es.
tate. She could see him dimly, pacing
ap and down In his office, now and
thea glancing at letter In his hand.
She had heard something Of the con-
Aents Of that letter from her father
before he had dispatched 1t. In fact
he had read it to her, after an exceed
kngly painful scene. She had rebelled
ut being obliged to listen to the harsh
Hfctum: you, a rich backslider In my
church, marry my daughter, Rita?
Never! How you met her puzzles me,
as / have always carefully guarded
her"
Yes. the lines of that letter had
scared themselves like letters of fire
upon her brain.
Again she turned to the window.
Bone 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
I've 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 housekeeper. The more
quickly she reached home the sooner
would she see the enchanting trans
formation the finery made in her ap-
pearance.
Letter or no letter, dictation or no
Notation. she would see James again.
Once In her own room she studied
her reflection in the mirror, surprised
20 find that the sins had left no mark
npon her pretty face.
Cautiously, q bit fearfully, she
lcosed the masses Of her hair from
their tight braids. binding them with
the splendid ribbon, reveling in the
effect its contrast worked in her ap-
pearance.
And then the slippers!
Carried away with her delight, with
This new sensation, this realization Of
her charms. her feet-those beauti-
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 a festive wood-sprite pris-
oned in this house of gloom. And then
then hand fell upon her shoulder.
A firm, iron hand 1t was; a hand
khat 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
npon her fathers face.
She felt little tug at her hair.
Then q wild rage seized her as she
paw the precious ribbon dangling
from her fathers hand. held in the
anger tips as though the very con-
tact defiled him. She lifted fierce eyes
toward his own, hot protest upon her
HIPS, but the habit of lifelong obedi-
ence is not readily downed. His trem-
bling forefinger 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
10 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 I have prayed for victory.
I should not have blamed you so
harshiy. My prayers shall yet win
victory for me. victory over the van
fly you inherited from your poor,
weak mother.
The same shppers-the same rib
bon, Rital You were just a child
then, that day your mother brought a
doh dressed as a dancing girl. The
doll wore slippers just like these.
Just such Q ribbon was bound about