The Press., 1915-07-14
CINDERELLA
 ROSE How She Met Her Prince
 Charming.
By CLARISSA MACKIE


 Rose Lathrop addressed the last en- velope, slipped it's inclosure inside, sealed and stamped it and yawned wearily.
 It was o'clock of a March after noon, and the Kendals' library looked like a casket of glowing jewels.
 To be Mrs. Kendars private secre- tary had one disadvantage-Mrs Jere- miah Kendall paid such high wages to her chef and her chauffeur, her butler and her French maid that she econ omized on the salary of her secretary. So Rose Lathrop, who should have re- ceived at the least $20 week, accepted $10 and made the best of it.
 Some day. dreamed Rose in the li- brary, T shall write a book, and then then I shall go back to mother and father"
 trim little maid entered.
 Miss Lathrop, Miss Hazel says will you please come and see her be- fore you go home?"
 ''Tell her, Celeste, that I will be there in ten minutes"
 She hurried little, for she did not want to keep Hazel Kendall waiting.
 Just now Hazel was confined to her rooms with a badly sprained ankle, the result of an automobile accident
 When Rose entered Hazel's boudoir, wearing her shabby little blue serge suit and blue velvet toque, Hazel look ed up from her nest of embroidered satin cushions.
 'Oh, good afternoon, Cinderella Roser' she called playfully. Do come and drink a cup of tea with me and Do you mind?'
 Mot a bit" laughed Rose, drawing a chair to the fire and sitting down. "You are such a gentle bear, Miss Kendalr'
 Appearances are deceitful. I feel so fierce and unreasonable. You know tonight is the night of Mrs. Car ter Philly's bal masque. Oh, Gin derella Rose. 1 want to go!' Hazel smiled, but her eyes were full of re- bellious tears.
 "I am so sorry" said Rose. putting down her teacup. "I wish there was something a poor Cinderella could do to help you"
 ''There is,'' said Hazel, blinking the tears away and biting into a pink frosted cake.
 "Oh, tell me! I shall be so happy if I can," said Rose, remembering all the pleasures Hazel had put in her way.
 'I'll tell you-listen," said Hazel, drawing the little secretary close be- side her. Tonight is Mrs. Carter Phil ly's bal masque. 1 am all ready to go. and now I cannot. But somebody will be there who is going away. I want to get a message to him before he sails tomorrow. Will you take it, Cinderel- la?"
 "How can IF" asked Rose blankly.
 "Wear my dress. We are the same size. Deliver my message to him. l thought perhaps he would come and say goodby, but it is too late now. And, oh, Rose, 1t is all my fault, and I don't blame him bit! But if l could get message to him tonight he would come before midnight"
 "Tell me what to do, Miss Kendall, and I shall be happy to do the best l can," said Rose gently.
 Hazel threw her arms about the blue serge shoulders and kissed the fair face under the little hat.
 "You are a darling, Cinderella" she cried, and then went on rapidly: ''My costume hangs in the wardrobe yon der. was going as Cinderella, with my hair in curls and such picturesque rags and tatters, Rose"
 She gave Rose many other instruc- taxicab, with a great bundle of cloth ing.
 q shall be terribly frightened" whis- pered Rose ere she went, but added, q shall send your Prince Charming to you, Miss Kendall"
 Rose kissed her hand and vanished.
 Three hours later she stood before her entire form.
 Hazel KendaTs idea of Cinderella's rags was, indeed, amusing.
 Rags and tatters, but picturesque ones, of rose and gray china silk, with smoke colored silk stockings and slip pers.
 Rose slipped on the gray silk mask and enveloped herself in one of Hazel Kendal's evening cloaks.
 The taxicab engaged for the evening waited at the curb in front of the shabby boarding house.
 Rose leaned back on the soft cush- ions and was whirled uptown to Mrs. Carter Philly's mansion.
 She laughed as she thought of the letter she would write to. her parents If they could only see her now in all her ragged splsndor!
 Later, up in Mrs. Carter Philly's dressing room, Rose felt thrill of fear at going down among so many stran- gers, but the crowd of girls and wom- en in picturesque costumes accepted her as one of their own set and play fully tried to guess her identity, and presently she was in the brilliantly lighted ballroom.
 While gayly attired figures came and went Roses eyes we're on the alert for one who might De 4Af> !. e Brooke.
 It was very confusing, for there were two young men dressed as Prince Charming. One was short and dark, the other tall and fair, but their fea- lures were concealed.
 Just then the tall prince came up to her.
 "Ah, Cinderella, you must have saved a dance for the princer' he said.
 "There are two princess retorted Rose.
 But only one Prince Charming," he laughed and whirled her away in an old fashioned waltz.
 "How did you guess that couldn't dance the modern dances?" she asked