The Grangeville globe. [volume] (Grangeville, Idaho) 1907-1922, 1921-07-07
BLUE SHOES.
sy moLLiE MATTER.

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- 1874 BY Mcclure Newspaper Syndicate.
The Reverend Walter Wainrighl
paused In the midst of his sermon
while unmistakable annoyance crossed
his face. There was the girl again the
carefree creature, who seemed 10 have
faculty of bringing to naught lis
finest efforts.
| NOW, when he was preaching with
telling earnestness upon the beauty
Of humility, she fitted like some
dainty butterfly Into his gloomy
church edifice, attracting not only the
attention of the women of his con.
gregation, but the sneaking admirins
attention Of the men as well.
The serious gaze Of her clear blue
eyes atoned penitently, for the ire
pressible smile Of her lips. Since his
arrival In the decidedly rustic township
Walter wainwright had been both
tainted and angered by the girls dis
tracing power.
When Miss Isabelle Ogden favored
the church with her presence. attep-
ton was drawn from him and his
subject inevitably.
She was an illustrator, he had heard.
growing steadily into assured success,
and she rented the Browlee house
furnished for the summer; liv-
Ing there with an old woman for
housekeeper. To the evaporation of
the village women, Miss Isabelle
appeared 10 spend her time with the
irresponsibility Of q child. seeking only
holiday pleasure. making tea parties
In her beautiful old garden. for chill
dren about who rebelliously adored
her, or tramping idly through the
woods, great box Of candy and a
magazine under each arm. Ought to
go In an talk to her. Hilltown advised.
ut might do her good"
Walter Wainright's first visit was not
encouraging. The illustrator served
tea on the lawn. and they were waited
upon by the housekeeper who famil-
iarly called her mistress "Izzie." The
artist wore diaphanous dress that
enveloped her like rose coloref
cloud, and she asked him ingeniously
II she might use his face for a maya.
zine illustration at which she was
working. The following offense of the
Sunday morning entry which caused
him to pause, and lose for a moment
the thread Of his sermon, was Isa-
bellies browning fault of all For she
was wearing pair of pale blue boots,
as she came down the staid aisle.
Blue kid shoes. suitable surroundings
may he very pretty. but, pale blue
shoes among the plain serviceablv
shod folk of Hillstown, were an &C.
centricity and fooishness.
The pastor greeted her cokily upon
her departure. His disapproval with
himself was greater. that as days fol-
lowed, he allowed the girls image TO
haunt him.
Shell have you eating out of her
hand yet too" his own privileged
househeeper remarked Walter Vain
right turned uncomfortably away.
Blue Shoes" the women now
dubbed her sarcastically.
Little blue shoes" Walter Vain
right tenderly thought of her-and
sighed. Why was she so perverse, this
uncOncerned stranger?
Reckon" his housekeeper went on,
you know that The artist woman
has been sick. Dock Walton stops
there two or three times day, which
amt no more however," she added,
than he's been stoppin' ever since
she came. You'd think a man of his
sense would look other where's for
wife-but you never can tell looks,
get EN-" Walter wainwright hurriedly
went TO call. He felt it his imperative
duty. girl of fifteen or so sat
propped in an invalid chair, her dark
eyes cleaned beneath short black hair.
The crippled girl pointed invitingly to
chair.
Il am Izzie's protegee.' she ex-
claimed, that's what she calls me.
live with her and she does every
thing for me and keeps me happy. All
the time. lizzie loves to make people
happy-sometimes- the girls eyes
shone, II try to make her happy too.
Surprises, you know. Gabby-that's
what l call the housekeeper, buys
pretty tulle and net for me-Quite
secretly-and sew them into
dresses for lizzie. She's so little, it's
no trouble at all-and Gabby helps I
can just sing-I feel so happy when
lizzie wears them. You see, that's the
only way I'll ever be able to enjoy
pretty things. Last week-rd embroi-
dered linen for the Doctors table and
he paid me for 1t. and I sent away
and bought pair of blue shoes for
lizzie. .All my life I'd wanted to wear
blue shoes-isn't that funny? More
than ever think after father pushed
me down the tenement stairs and
broke my hip. Father was drunk.
Them couldn't use my feef to walk
any more. When lizzie saw the blue
shoes she cried. But | just begged
and begged her TO put them on and
wear them to church, for me. I'd been
suffering lot that morning, and
Izzie's like that. She was late, but