The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-12-12

'tI leave it to you, partner" Some thing that makes rustic and swish ing like light rain on leaves. You know the kind?' ,'"Faffeta will do that" Then taffeta it is Now for the kicks. Something light. Slippers eh ?"
 Follow me"
 He set out an array of dancing
 What size?' he asked.
 ''The right size.''
 The proprietor made a gesture of despair.
 There ain't no woman in the world whose feet are the right size"
 Then we'll set a record tonight. How big ought they be for hundred
 That all depends. If the lady
 '"The lady ain't,'' repeateA Carri- san wearily. I'm tellia' yOu we're
 The proprietor wiped his fore head.
 Number four? ?' he suggested vague
 Lets have a look. Make it some thing like this.''
 He indicated pair of bronze slip per, but when the storekeeper pro- duced the pair of number fours, Car rigan took one of them in the palm of his brawny hand and stared at it with something between awe and dis may.
 Are these meant for real feet?''
 Yep"
 Carrigan thought of the mighty
 Do or die," he said, shell have to wear 'em! Whats next? Stock ings?"
 Here they are"
 'These green ones will do the work. And now"
 "Corsets?''
 He indicated a model bust clad in a formidable corset.
 Carrigan sighed
 Friend he said, "did you ever armOr %
 ''Yes''
 'fWhen I'm dancin' with a girl that wears one of them things I feel as if
 I had my arms around a man in ar nor. Anything e1se?"
 A ma44s.~us light gleamed in the eyes of the proprietor.
 There's nothing else except these girdles that a drummer palmed off on me. They're jest elastic, that's all. They don't give girl no f1gger.'
 ''H-m! But they're a long way from arm or-piate. I'll take one
 How do they run? Large, small, and medium? ?"
 By inches.''
 Make it something extra medium
 Most of 'em wish they could wear twenty-one."
 Twenty one it is.''
 The proprietor grinned.
 "But if that's too sma1l-'
 ''F1riend, what do you do when your cinch is too small for your hoss?"
 Pull
 "Well?' the mute surrender.
 'tAnd now that you've got down to the gird1e,'' he said. "the next thing
 Look here, friend,'' said 'Carrigan. don't go too far"
 'Wel1?"
 ''Well, fix Up the underlining any way you want, but make it the best ain't enough color in this outfit. Some thing for her shoulders ?''
 "A scarf. Right here"
 Carrigan picked out flrny. orchid ''Now we've reached her face"
 The. proprietor groaned.
 Nope. I don't want to add any thing. want to male to make something disappear. F'reckles."
 The storekeeper grinned.
 Vanishing cream and then rice powder. That's the latest hitch.
 CHAPTER III.
 CindreIIa.
 The bundle which resulted was bulky. but Carrigan sang as he raced back. He drew his horse to a walk as he approached the During hotel, for a light showed dinly from the there might be some new arrival in the place.
 It was only Jac, however She sat by the table with her face buried in her arms. He saw one hand lying palm up beside her head. It was small and the fingers taipered.
 N{i cI wac 90 Q said Carrigan to himself in a hushed voice.
 He stepped closer softly.
 "Jest a kid" he added.
 There was the sound of a controll ed sob; her body quivered; and Carri- gan knew that she was struggling with some grief.
 "Cinderena!" he called gently and touched her shoulder.
 Her head turned. Two marvel ously deep-blue eyes shone up to him. Her lower lip was trembling; but when she saw him she stiffened with as- tonishment. 'eWIhat do you want?'' she asked. 1 "A beautiful girl, five feet five and a half one hundred and twenty pounds" 'tCarrigani' she stammered. '1S 1t | really you?" He dropped the bundle to the floor | and turned slowly. Look me over"
 Wonderfully She had dropped into chair, ana | sat Dige on-toed, her hands claspped | ightly in her mouth slightly agape. l "Carrigan, how did you do it?" Look in that bundle and you'n | see'
 He left the room hastily. but be- fore he had gone far he heard a thin, | short cry. Happiness and pain are closey akin. i eff she ony-' began Carrigan. He choked.
 eff this was onv a masked ball., he said at last, "she might get by. | But even then that hair. He swore softly again.
 AIf Maurie turns her down after | bust his face wide open.' He tn oug ght Of Gordon's wide shoul- 1 lers and signed. After a time a voice called from the house:
 ''Carrigan."