The Waterbury Democrat., 1931-11-07
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Sue knew, vaguely, that Jack was leaving with the other guests She knew that she was standing And she knew that she had to find her slipper.
 I've lost my slipper" she ap. pealed to Arnold Page, and in. stantly was sorry. The mans tall body, strongely helpless on his crutches, wouldn't be of much as. sistahce. He could not stoop over and hunt.
 "Wait, until the others go," he said. "We'll search" He called to the others that they would fol. low in a minute. Jack heard and sent Sue a swift smile. He seem. ed happy. He knew this world He belonged to it.
 Now for the missing slipper" Arnold Page said, Tt has to be some place around. We'll have the waitress look."
 But it wasn't. The waitress looked carefully.
 'It's just gone," she said. "I'm sorry, but I'll get another for the young lday,"
 "But how could 1t be gone? ?" Sue asked wonderingly. No one would have taken It."
 Come upstairs and we'll man. age a loan," Arnold Page was say ing. My sister usually has enough shoes to Keep in step with any
 He took Sue into his dsn, at the end of the second floor cor ridor, while he searched. The hearth had been lighted and fire light and lampilGht made the room soft and cheerful.
 Walt hsre." he said. 'I'u Sue sat and waited. She heard the tabping of his crutches going down the hall. A large portfolio of some sort of heavy rough green paper was on a table in the corner While she waited she picked 1t up She recognized the pictures or top. One of his sisters, his father -others she didn't know. Then there was a pocket on the inner cover. Not becatse she was curl. ous =. merely because she had nothing to do Sue reached into it.
 She pulled out a sketch. A black and white flowing sort of thing. Careless of detail. Strong sure strokes. The type of etching that didn't describe it's subject as much as 1t suggested 1t.
 She could tell all of this as she e slipped 1t out of the folder. Then she gazed at 1t. startled. She knew that she had seen that wo- man somewhere. She had a sense that she knew her very well. But where she had seen her ... where she had know her =. She could not tell now.
 That white, white face, those exotic eyes that seemed to hold so much of flame and sadness somewhere in their depths -. The dusky hair that tumbled over her shoulders.
 Where, where, where had she seen her?
 The tapping of the crutches was coming back. She must replace the etching. And yet, why should she? It had been left out. She didn't know that there was any sort of g. secret to 1t. But some intuition told her that she had stumbled on something that was closed and ended. She put the picture back. Closed the port folio. Curled her. slipperless foot under her and was watching the fire when Arnold Page came in.
 T found your own slipper" he exclaimed triumphantly. "In the confusion of rising 1t had been kicked across the floor. The waitress just brought 1t up." He sat down and Sue saw his eyes go to the portfolio.
 T forgot to put that away. Just some pictures. There's a pretty good one of Joe" He opened it. and suddenly the mysterious wo- mans picture fell to the floor.
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