Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1919-05-12

Doggy suddenly sat up very straight
L in her theatre chair. On the screen
before her had flashed the title:
"CinderelIa's Ball"
Ever since her narrow escape from
becoming Red Boards wife, she had been
eager to learn what had happened to
her fellow captives. Perhaps this pic
turc would tell her about ono of them
at least. the charming Cinderella, who
had fed from the Turks castle in her
magic coach.
Following the title there sprang into
view n stately palace. The walls of
the palace opcHed up, and there was
Cinderella in her boudoir, busily writ
ing notes.
One of these fickercd on the screen
"Grcctings to Red Riding Hood.
Cinderella invites her to a grand ball
this evening Mt the royal palace.
There will be jolly time. including
dancing lessons by the Princess of
Birdland.'
Peggy gaspcd. She hadn't heard a
thing about this ball. or about the dane
ing lessons Yet she was Princess of
Birdland. crowned long since by her
loving bird subjects. Could it be that
there was another Princess of Birdland
one of whom she had never heard?
Or could it be that the birds had elected
n ruler in her place? Or was it pos
siblc that she was to receive an invita-
ton to Cindcrclla's ball?
As soon as the notes were written
couriers dartcd off to deliver them. One
went to Sleeping Beauty. one to Mrs.
Blue Beard. one to Princess Beauty,
one to Goldic Locks, and so on down n
long list. The picture showed each fair
heroine Of Story Book Land receiving
hcr invitation and going into a trans
port of joy.
Finally all the notes were delivered
except one A lively young courier
started away with this at a brisk pace
and the picture showed him searching
through the town. With n thrill of ex =
pcctation Peggy saw him stop before
her own home. He rang the bell, but
no one was home and so the door re-
mained shut fast The courier promptly
turned himself into n Whit of smoke
and driftcd through the keyhole. In
side he searched each room. but all in
vain. Peggy grew feverishly anxious.
If the invitation were for her, she was
in danger of missing it.
Hero | am" she cried aloud, only
to sink back in her seat in great en-
barrassmcnt-shc had forgotten she was
in theatre. But no one seemed to pay
any attention to her-that is, no one
except the courier. He stopped short
in his tracks, looked toward her and
walked right out of the picture to hand
her Cinderella S note.
Dear Princess Peggy, come to my
ball." said the note. Don't bother to
put on your party dress. My fairy god
mother will fit you out with wish clothes,
so hurry along. Your loving friend
Cinderella
wish clothes-I wonder what they
are. exclaimed Peggy. In an instant
there she was in the picture and queer,
little old woman was shipping at her
frock with sharp pair of scissors.
Snippety. snap. went the scissors and
quickly Pcggy's neat little dress was in
shreds
"Oh. what are you doing?" cried
Peggy in dismay.
Getting your frock in rags and tat =
ters.' answered the queer little old
woman in Il tinkly voice, as she snipped
faster than before. ''You see. I'm Gin
derella's godmother, and I know how
to turn shabby rags into royal raiment.
but | don't know how to transform
pretty, new dresses. There. presto
See"' And Peggy looked down to see
herself clad in gorgeous ball cos