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-'Barefooted it's the Cinderella!"
Just one fleeting glimpse Bert; had,
of a face well suited to a form of wil
lowy grace and daintiness. He did
not seek to pursuer the young lady,
fully understanding the modest in
stincts that had invited her precipi
tate flight. He came back to the spot
where he had left 'his friend, but
Evans -had gone on towards the vil
lage. He soon overtook him".
"Well?" questioned Evans.
"I found the fairy Cinderella,
but " and Bert recited his latest ad
venture. "I muBt follow up my4nu
vestigations tomorrow. As a knight
of romance it is my duty."
"And, to be practical," added
Evans, bluntly, "the girl probably
wants her shoes and stockings'
"I will see that she gets them,
never fear," declared Bert. '-'Are we
going to that crossroads function this
"Oh, we mustn't miss than. Be
sides, we promised our rural friends,
A hayrack ride, a supper and a
barn dance at Rumsey Crossroads
had been the talked of social event
of the district for a week past. The
two young men were promptly at the
meeting place at dusk, y '
There was a jolly drive' for a few
miles. With all its crudeness the
event was so full of variety and fun,
that the two young city men were-j
soon plunged in tne lull spirit of the
The residents of the hrimediate lo
cality -were the hosts. It was when
Bert was introduced to some of these
that he made a discovery that added
new interest to the scene. "
"Miss Wyman, Mr. Williams" and
Bert found himself bowing to the
barefooted refugee of the hrookside.
The face had looked pretty ata dis
tance. Near at hand the ardent
young man voted her fairly ravishes-
" There was a flitting shadow across
those" fair "features that"ert notfced
at once. Evidentlyhe'did"nof recog
nize him as the alarming challenger J
of the afternoon. When he asked her
to become his partner in the next '
dance and she declined on the
grounds of indisposition, Bert invol-.
untarily glanced down in -the direc-
tion, of her feet. They were out of
view, concealed under the folds, of
her dress. Her eyes followed the3
dancers longingly. Sympathetic ideal-.
1st that he was, Bert read promptly
what was going on in the mind of
Miss Dolly Wyman. '
"Do you believe in fairy books, r
Miss Wyman?" he asked, abruptly,'"
and Bhe regarded him strangely at
this unusual conversational"', dis
closure. . , .. ""
"Why I don't know," she answer
ed in an uncertain tone. - .
"And fairy godmothers? And Cin
derella? Ah!" declared Bert with
half jocular effUBlvenesg, "tfiere was
a girl worth perpetuating1 ia fiction,
don't you think so?' V
First, with an expression of mysti
fication, then with sudden illumina-"
tion1 of soul, Miss Wymin regarded
Bert. Her face turned scarlet She
undraWod'the allUBion. s
"Let me play the fairy godmother,"
smiled the audacious young man. "I
know you want tendance. T will at
once Bend you a package which I
luckily rescued from the river."
It did his heart good vto sde the
young lady waltzing "with his chum
half an hour later. v Then Ber&felt
that he had a 'right to appropriate
Dolly to himBelf.
"You have made me very-happy,"
she .said, as they rested after many
whirling rounds of.Jhe barn floor.
Then she blushed as Bert, involuntar
ily glanced down at the .pretty'Bllp
pers.Vhich Instant; i '-ted back, "as
if they feared the light."
"It was the fault of my little sis
ters," -Dolly tried to explahi, her face
averted. "I was well breaking
"Meaning the slippers ? "
"Of course, and the ehildren would
wade, and and "
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