Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1927-08-30
LADY SLIPPER
By Ella Wister Hdines
Author of sMYTERIOUS SWEETHEART"
Copyright 1926 THOMPSON Feature Service. Inc.

declared his gratitude. I'll see you
later. Have to find Anne first"
He was about to dash past his de
liverer when Winston stopped him.
Just minute, you'll need this,
and to Chris utter amaZement he
thrust a revolver into his hand, meet
you at Cristobal, Strangers Club. rs
soon as you can get there! Don't let
Anne out of your sight and watch the
Russian! Don't close your eyes, were
not through this mess yet by long
shot" And before the astonished
Chris could reply the man had turned
and fled
Now what on earth" Chris
called after him, but there was no
time for conversation. His one thought
was to find Anne, and he rushed to
her door, calling as he raped loudly:
But Anne did not respond. No
sound came from within and the door
was locked. Anne was not there!
The captain must have shut her
into some other room," Chris rea-
soned as he rushed up the nearest
stairway Come to think of it, he
probably gave her his own cabin and
took up his residence in his adjoining
office so as to keep her safe! Nothing
could be more natural, why didn't
think of that before
The captains suite was on the deck
above, and Chris directed his steps in
that direction, meeting no one as he
ran. The passengers were all on the
boat deck by this time-all but Anne,
unless the captain had remembered
her. Christopher did not stop to ask
how Winston had escaped from his
captivity, or what had prompted that
youth to come to his release. Later
on Chris was TO do much specializing
upon that and other questions, just
now Anne filled his horizon.
The captains outer door was open,
and Chris entered unceremoniously
running to the inner door and knock
ing.
Amer he shouted. Anne! Are you
there? It's Chris, let me in
Silence, and Chris tried the door.
which yielded Immediately, and re.
vealed an empty room containing no
trace of feminine garments, although
the bed had been slept in. No trace
yes, there was one feminine touch
left-it was the glass slipper. the one
for the right foot!
Darn that thingr' Chris said under
his breath, lam I going to keep run.
HjHs mo 1t III lily SS1S ulc pSl
manently closed! Suppose I'll wake up
and see st. Peter standing at the gate
with pair OF these in his hand!'
He was about to hurl it onto the
floor when another thought struck
him. Perhaps he had better keep that
slipper, this time--it didn't seem to be
doing much good as it travelled
through its crystal existence, it might
be safer out of sight! And suiting his
action to his thoughts Chris thrust
the little shoe into his shirt where It
bulged considerably, but was quite
safe.
I've got you now, old girl" his
hand gave it a slap as he dashed from
the room, NOW I'll hit the boat deck
Ind find the captain
Although the ship, during the voy-
age had not appeared crowded, Chris,
emerging upon the boat deck, found
himself in a mob of people, all more
or less in a state of hysterical excite.
ment, and it took several minutes for
him to push through to where the
captain stood, calming the crowd as
best he could.
Ladies, ladiesr' the captains COM
manding voice was saying, II have
told you that you must go to the
ladies' lounge and be embarked from
there! The next boat will be launched
from that level 1t has already been
lowered, you are just retarding your
landing by disobeying," and as he
spoke an officer was herding the wom-
en- together pushing them toward the
companionway.
Captain Chris made himself
heard, I'm looking for Annei She's
not in her room. l must find herr
She's quite SAFE" the captain called
back, II sent her down to the ladies'
lounge, we are using an emergency
outlet to facilitate getting the pas.
sengers ashore. Now then ladies',
please" And Chris was thrust
aside as the captain went on with his
trying task.
Chris did not linger. His one desire
was to reach Anne, and although he
had only vague idea of the location
of the ladies' lounge he descended the
companionway three steps at time,
down another flight and ran along the
inner corridor in the general direction
he supposed it to be located. He was
wrong, however, The lounge was on
the port side, he himself on the star
board, and, finding out his mistake,
Chris had to remount the second stair
way and cross the ship, coming down
again a long distance from the place
he sought.
The delay Infatuated him, and with