Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1920-07-16
ROCKVILLE. MARYLAND. FRIDAY MORNING, JUL
stalked from the house. And Dolly

stalked from the house. And Dolly
cried.
The night heightened into week
and the week into a month, and the
month into double and treble that
number Of days. And time. proven
bal healer Of discord and lnharmony,
rendered impossible concession of
pride from either side. Dolly's inter-
est in life ceased to center about
gowns. teas and shows, and dwindled
to reading the daily news with Its dis
Quieting announcements.
1t was well into the fourth month
since the unfortunate attendance at
that performance, whose very moral,
intended for them, failed to drive
home the lesson. Jim Reardon moped
down the towns busy street. dark
shadows beneath listless eyes testify
ing to the gnawing canker Of heart
sickness within.
For distraction he Joined the onlook.
ers before shop window where an
up-to-date business-getter had sta
toned his machine to secure the pass
ing trade. Rubber heels put on
while U walt" read the legend in
brilliantly silvered letters across the
pane. The advertising psychology Of
the repairman was good. Jim glanced
at his shoes. thought Of rubber-heeled
comfort and saw the excellent work
being performed witfAn the shop. He
entered.
"Rubber heels, please" he courteous
" said to the g1fn-chewing clerk as
he removal and handed him his shoes.
He inserted his feet and twiddled his
stockinged toes within the spacious
confines Of carpet Slippers, as vacantly
he watched the minute hand Of the
clock on the wall MARE ponotonous
progress. The whirr Of the electric
machinery was peculiarly soothing to
his distraught mood
A boy entered, and not receiving the
immediate attention the majesty of
his youth demanded. Topped a coin
on the counter and, grabbing up
pair Of shoes. made hasty exit just as
the clerk advanced.
Jim took out his watch and con-
frmed the time Of the wall clock. He
had been there 30 minutes. He called
to the clerk.
"Will you please see II my shoes
are readyf / am anxious to get
away"
The gum-chewing clerk glanced over
the repaired WORK on hand and puz-
Eled, walked over to the cobbler and
inspected the work yet to be per-
formed.
Cant seem to find your Shoes" was
the laconic information. "Do you think
that kid took EN-"
Jim tried to look as digniled as
his carpeted feet would permit. pray,
how will It help me to know that?"
came the acid rejolnder.
The ironic sarcasm was wasted.
"Mebbe he'll come back" Jim fretted
and fumed and waited-ten minutes,
20 minutes, another half hour. The
embarrassing suspense was terrible.
His collar wllted beneath the strain
If he could only arise and pace the
floor. But one cannot pace the floor
in carpet slippers. They simply viii
not stay on.
And then there blew into the shop n
hurricane OF tempestuous Indignation
brandishlng Jlm's shoes in her hand
Dolly's hand. "What do you mean by
sending me pair Of mans shoesr
she cried, advancing like n tumult OF
avenging wrath.
And then she saw Jim. With shoes
In hand, she involuntarlly made a step
toward him. Jim shuffled to his feet.
Four months Of separation were moth
ing. They were together now
i've been brute" Jim contritely
apologized. The clerk giggled as he
looked from Jim's feet to the shoes
dangling from the girls wrist by knot
ted shoe strings. "Don't ever say It,
Dolly, don't ever say IT,"
But the ut" Dolly would say. Hand
ing him his property, there came in
gentle monotone, "Here, dear, are your
ehOeso