Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1918-02-08

Quite suddenly Johns eyes fell on
an envelope which had dropped from
the little book.
Miss Dorothy May Douglas, e34
Pleasant Avenue"
Cinderella's address! John looked
at it, and abruptly the vague plan
which he had been forming in his mind
became a firm resolve. He would be
the fairy godmother himself.
1t happened that Mrs. Cotton Curtis
was Johns aunt. and after much de-
liberation he decided to take her into
his confidence. Mrs. Curtis was a
lady with love for whatever was IN
usual and romantic, SO she delightedly
'cut' an appointment with her own
modiste to spend the next morning
shopping with her nephew. Her ideas
were as lavish as the most exacting
fairy godmother could have desired.
She bought filmy lingerie, silk hose,
gold slippers that could be exchanged
if too large for Cinderella's fairy feet,
lhd " NAONh dIls a DIuC oilA vi Win
gold embroidery. Her purchases were
packed in huge box and addressed to
Miss Douglas, but inside John put the
missing diary, and mysterious card
''To Cinderella From Her Fairy God
mother"
After the box had been sent John
found himself in furry of impotence
to see Cinderella again, at the party.
He wondered what she had thought
when she received the box how she
would look in the new clothes
She looked ali that the fairy god
mother or the prince could have de-
sired. Her hair, seen without a hat,
was as gold as the tiny slippers. The
blue silk dress made her mysterious
eyes look blue, too, and the pale oval
of her face was rosy with delight and
happiness and wonder and a great
many other pleasurable emotions.
Moreover, she danced well. John, who
danced with her most of the evening,
found himself unable to look at any
other girls. When she was tired he
found secluded nook in the conserv-
atory and they sat together, a little
silent now that they were for the first
time alone.
"Do you know" Cinderella said alb
ruptly, 1--WE seen you before"
"Have you? Where?'
son the street car, one night. That
was the night lost my diary, too"
She was silent, her eyes fixed on the
distant vista of the ballroom. Johns
pulses were jumping guiltily.
"Your diary?" he questioned.
'Yes. Someone found it and sent it
back, with-things. If it hadn't been
for that I shouldn't be here now"
"No?"
"YOu see, I'm not really thiS-kind
Of a girl. l work, in an office. And
shouldn't have had these clothes, only
the person who found my diary must
have felt sorry for me or something.
Anyway, she sent me things to wear to
this party. Just like Cinderella and
the fairy godmother. I wonder who it
could have BEEN"
John was silent.
"I'm telling you this" she went on,
because I thought you might have
noticed. Were there any old ladies
near us in the car that day-nice, god
motherly old ladiesT
He shook his head, and Cinderella
sighed little.
"It's almost twelve" she said 81
mustn't forget that I'm Cinderella and
have to work tomorrow. / must 60"
ooh, no." he begged. eff you are
Cinderella, with a fairy godmother,
you must have prince too. wonder
Tiff could be the prince"
"You?-Oh-"
"We1l have house with white mus
lin curtains and red geraniums in the
windows"
"How did you know about that?"
she cried startled. ut couldn't have
been you who found the diary"
II didn't mean to tell, Cinderella.
You see, I'd so much rather be the
prince"
"Oh, WE'LL" she said softly. eff you'd
rather-I think / should like it best
that way, too. 1 should think I was
dreaming, but the clock struck twelve
and my dress hasn't turned back to
blue serge"
ut never SHALL" he promised.
"Never, never, never as long as you
live! Well go ahead and live the
rest of Cinderella'S story, the part that
never was written, and it's going to be
the very best part of ALL"