The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1933-01-06
Slippers of Destiny
By JUNE WATSON
g by Mcclure Newspaper Syndicate.
WNU Service

for the Trimmings dance. He had
thought that he would give up dane
Ing, but this was particular occa-
sion. Billy Flemming having a birth
day and his wife insisting on real
old-time party.
So Raymond had hied him to his
favorite shoe shop and been fitted to
dancing pumps, and the oblong box
testified to their arrival at the last
minute. Raymond dressed leisurely,
and when he had finished he united
the oblong box and opened IL
There he stopped aghast. Instead
Of pair of shiny patent leather
pumps, be found nesting In the white
tissue paper tiny pair of high-heeled
slippers, frivolous cloth of gold trifes
that glistened in the light.
"Hang 1t all-of course can't wear
these" he told the world In a COM
planning tone. "Of all the absurd mis-
takes-well, Mrs. Billy you can count
one dancing man out" He put the
little slippers away in his chiffonier,
smiling at them as be did so. Some
little fluffy thing might be signing for
those very slippers, but she could not
help smiling at sight of his new and
shining pumps when they reached her
"Not dancingT asked Mrs. Billy.
frowning at him.
He told her that, lacking dancing
shoes, he had ordered them and been
disappointed in their delivery.
you are like poor Nellie Warren
she says she received an enormous
pair Of mems shoes instead Of her own
she is wearing an old pair and Is as
cross as can be. Go find her and
dance with her, fellow sufferers should
console each other"
Raymond skirted the dancers and
found a place comfortable for wall
flowers. He wondered which girl
would prove to be Nellie Warren. He
rather liked her name, simple and un-
assuming, but she would have been
splendid in gold slippers if
He fell TO watching the dancing feet
of the girls, noting the dainty foot
gear until his eyes were dazzled with
the procession of silver and colored
ones. Then he started. for tripping
along In perfect time to Billy Flem-
ming's ponderous feet, were a tiny
pair of shabby gray slppers-they
were emergency shoes, he knew, for
they were worn with golden hued silk
hose and golden tissue frock.
The girl herself-he caught glimpse
of a dark, bewitching face, golden
hued eyes, flash of rose color In
cheeks and lips, and she was gone.
She might not be his Cinderella of the
slippers, but she was undoubtedly a
wonder-girl.
"HelloI' beloved Trimmings voice
beside him. do take care of NJ
Warren-Raymond. Arch Raymond
you've heard of him. Nellie; can't
dance tonight because he hasn't any
shoes. i am called away to the
phone" He drifted away into the
crowd and Raymond smiled down al
the wonder-girl whom Fate had set
to him.
aren't you going to dancer she
asked as her little feet kept time to
the alluring music.
He glanced down at his feet. 81
might try-Pm clumsy beggar at my
best" he apologized.
"Such pity" she said teasingly after
awhile as they paused for breath; -if
you only had the stunning pair Of
patent leather pumps that came to me
instead of my own darling golden
shoes-you couldn't dance bit better
than you do"
"Is that a compliment or otherwiser
1T isn't otherwiseI" she laughed.
Later in the evening they had
danced together so often that people
were smiling indulgently at Arch Ray
mond His appearance at dance was
a mark of signal triumph for his
hostess. and that he should be wor-
shipping at the shrine of penniless
Nellie Warren was a social triumph
for the girl
They had supper together. and when
the huge birthday cake was cut, IL
was Nellie Warren who found a ring
in her slice. I've had the most de
lightful time" she sighed as they said
good night.
II shall never forget It," he said
gravely, land perhaps. tomorrow you
will let me come and bring Cinderella's
slippers"
"You had them?" she gasped.
He nodded. Mine went to you. and
yours to me. If had not seen you"
he stopped. for he was saying too
much for a short acquaintance.
81 may come? he asked instead
"Of course am staying with the
Flemmings."
So he went home-back to his rooms
where the golden slippers were locked
in his chiffonier. Suppose he did take
them out of their wrappings and rev.
erently kiss each bit of glistening gold
were they not the shoes of destiny
had not their owner danced her way
into his heart? And she-had not
their eyes met?
He put the shoes away, his young
eyes dreaming.
he knew that love had come at last.
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