The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1917-06-09
HOW A NEW YORK
 CINDERELLA WON
 LOVING HUSBAND
Lost Her Slipper in a Street Car and Want Ad Found
 Fairy Prince

/ You don't believe, of course, in fairy tales-in magic coaches and pumpkin coachmen and princesses who lose their slippers and find sweethearts Cinderella is a myth to you-no more. Poor, sophisticated you!
 But suppose you heard a fairy tale clothed in modern, rather than me d:eva1 form. Suppose the coachman is conductor and the coach is sur face car, and the princess a high school girl and the prince down town clothier?
 You'll believe it, won't you, given names and addresses and dates and such unimportant data? We'll, here they are. Here's your fairy tale come true.
 Not once upon a time but right at the present moment lives a girl known as Miss Minerva Menke whose hair is golden, whose eyes are blue, and whose complexion is of the color of cream and roses. She is no princess, but a high school pupil, and for a palace she has an apartment in New York city.
 And in a neighboring-we almost said kingdom but, of course, we should say-block lives a young man by name Jack Wolfson.
 If MT. Wolfson lived in the long ago, he.would go garbed in colorfu glory and his trappings would be o1 satin or shining steel. But. being modern, he despises Isuch display, and his clothes are correctly inconspicu- ous. His friends know him as the modern Beau Brummel.
 For years they lived close together not more than three blocks apart but they never met until five months ago. It was all due to slipper.
 Miss Minerva has a foot-well. you can guess its size. She buys slippers that are slightly too large for her
 Five months ago she bought such a pair, and in them boarded a surface car She was, going home. She lived somewhat farther downtown just then.
 Hundred and Thirteenth street. shouted the conductor.
 Miss Minerva woke with a start She had been in a reverie. She rush. ed for the car door-the conductors hand was on the bell-and hastily stepped into the street.
 o, the tragedy of shoes that art too large! It is only comparable te those that are too small. Minervs stepped. The shoe slipped. She was on the street. The bell rang. The slipper had stayed behind! Snugl5 embedded in a corner of the foot, board it vanished with the departing car.
 My pump!" walled Minerva, all ir vain. As well recall the coachmar that the fairy wand has reduced to 9 pumpkin as the conductor of a car once he has started on his way.
 Sadly she hobbled to a drugstore and telephoned for taxi to take hel home.
 Now, if MT Wolfson witnessed the accident, he is not willing to admit it So you must lay the sequel to his scrupulous honesty, or, shall we say to his discerning sentimentality? He, too, was on his way home and in the same car. When he prepared to descend at his corner-116th stree there lay the precious little pump It was such a coy little pump, tuck ed. away in it's corner, so trim, so tiny so tempting. For some reason hs cannot explain-it seemed to call tt MT. Wolfson coquettishly but quietly And he couldn't resist it. So ht stopped and picked it up. Then, has llly pOChSIlHS uO oSCpPOo VAA tO SAA> street and went home.
 Isn't it too dreadful" 2" moanet Miss Minerva, telling to story of hel accident. 'And the very first day wore it.''
 70, it may turn up,'' consoled hel brother. "Some one has found 1t Perhaps they'll advertise. Better keel an eye on the papers," She did, and sure enough, ther' appeared the advertisement in tht column of the "Lost and Pounds" r She 'communicated," and got he 1 answer. Willy MT. Wolfson! He asked permission to call with his package You remember the fairy prince who found Cinderella's slipper. He too, "called." There were man. claimants for his find, but only ont out of the number could fit her foo in. Perhaps there are others in Man haitian who could claim MT. Wolfson': shoe, but somehow he had no wisf to go further.
 teYes, he caIled,' said the elder brother, who acts as father and moth CT to Minerva-"but we didn't pay much attention at the time. But ht came again, and then again, and sooI we caught on. And-well, their for the end of April They'll be married early in the fall.''.
 And now, do you believe in fair, tales, reader? If you don't, you hat better begin to. Then perhaps you dream will come true. Miss Miner vas is now an actual fact.