The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1916-02-24
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THE old Shoes
BY GENEVIEVE ILMAR.


| mense favor of you, Mary began
John Rice, in hts clumsy, but straight
forward fashion.
III it is something that pleases you,
or does you any good brightly re-
sponded his patient, gentle-faced wife,
don't be sorry, John. Be glad, for |
am bound TO grant it,
You dear, lovable sweetheart" en-
Unused John. 81 don't know how l
ever came to get you'll don't deserve
you. You have been imposed upon
ever since | married you. Just to
think of it, ! calculated that father
had enough to care for the home brood
as long as any of them lived. You
know how he went out to Oregon with
all his money bent on buying a big
fruit farm and moving there. You re-
member how he came home dazed,
and telling an incoherent story of be-
ing beaten in a rough mining town
out West. We could get no trace Of
the thirty thousand dollars he had
taken with him for investments. 1t
was gone-lost. Father died Mother
found barely enough left to support
her. To relieve her you consented
to take the children
Wanted them you mean. | was
delighted to have the dear little ones
to care for
We'll, may as well break the final
bad news went on John desperately.
Mothers millinery venture has failed.
She can struggle on no longer and
hold on where are you going?" for
Mary was fitting away fast as she
could go.
Where am I going?" she chirped
viyaciously. why, to get the spare
room ready and comfortable fast as
can, of course. Why, sir, do you think
| am going to have honored company
catch me unprepared?"
You angel" voiced John Rice. you
have brought nothing but brightness
and blessings TO anyone coming near
you!"
Johns mother was settled in the
very best room in the house. New life
seemed to inspire her, with her chill
dren restored to her, and Mary's con-
slant cheerful smile brought radiant
sunshine to her dropping spirit.
Things were not going we'll with
John. A cut in salary made him look
serious, but Mary declared it possible
to meet the grocery bill without de-
priving them of enough to eat. The
mother contributed a few dollars
month to the household from doing
some sewing, but John was worried,
for it looked vague and dark ahead.
Then came a new surprise and COM
plication, and burden. The brother of
Mary was crippled in an accident at
the mills where he had worked The
doctor said he would be an invalid
for about year. Harry Estes could
get around well enough, but he could
not do the hard work his former posi-
tion had required.
Harry was cutting away a dangling
piece Of a shoe sole when old Mrs.
Rice noticed the fact.
"Why, Harry, your shoes are pretty
well gone up, aren't they?" she re-
marked.
That for some time" Harry tried
to say lightly.
u was thinking" proceeded Mrs.
Rice ret1ectively Il have some clothes
and such up in the old trunk of my
dead husband Yes, and / am certain
there is pair of shoes he wore. They
are not new, but certainly better than
those you are wearing If they fit
you, they might do. Wait I'll go and
look them up
Mrs. Rice proceeded to the attic
She returned shortly with the pair of
shoes she had described and handed
them to Harry.
why, they fit just famously," he
declared, as he tried one on. They
would do me for six months If they
were patched up little. helped the
old shoemaker on Central street carry
in some leather supplies a few days
since He told ne that made me
free customer in the way of repairs |
might need. I'll g. and see him now"
The shoemaker was true to his
promise Harry sat in his stocking
feet as the artisan began work on the
shoes.
The worker had found the sole of
the shoe quite regular and ordinary.
When he came to the other, however,
1t held fast and firm and he had to
dig hard to loosen two thin plates OF
steel. He drew them out Between
them lay little package, done up in
oilskin.
Whoever wore these shoes used
this sole for a pocketbook," observed
the cobbler as he handed the oilskin
packet to Harry.
The latter uniolded it. Within rest,
ed motel or a check! No, a certi-
iicate of deposit on an Oregon bank
for thirty thousand dollars
Harry knew enough of the history
of the Rice family to read the oracle
promptly He uttered an excited yen
Then, in his stocking feet, he made a
dash for home.
The agtated Mrs. Rice insisted on
going straight to the local bank to be
assured the certificate was good.
There she left It for collection-'half
to John and Mary" she directed.
If we hadn't taken in the children,
mother would never have come. nor
the old shoes reasoned the happy