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sunshine to her drooping spirit
Things were not going well with
John. A cut in salary made him look
serious, but Mary declared it possible
to meet the grocery bill without de
priving them of enough to eat The
mother contributed a few dollars a
month to the household from doing
some sewing, but John was worried,
for it looked vague and dark ahead.
Then came a new surprise and
complication and burden. The broth
er of Mary was crippled in an acci
dent a.t the mills where he had
worked. The doctor said he would
be an invalid for about a year. Harry
Estes could get around well enough,
but he could not do the hard work his
former position had required.
"He had no accident insurance,"
explained Mary to John, "and the fac
tory people will allow him nothing
but his doctor's expenses!"
"Why then," declared John effus
iyely, "what the poor fellow needs is
rest and recuperation for the year.
Thank goodness the house here is
roomy, 'mat sunsmny wing nea
room is just the place for him. Get
"But a new mouth to feed, John "
"The more the merrier!" proclaim
ed big-hearted John, with the expan
sive liberality of some millionaire
And truly merry they all were, even
though at times an undertone of anx
iety prevailed. Harry limped about,
attending to the chores, even willing,
and did some light amateur garden
ing. They were a happy, harmonious
group, notwithstanding the fact that
the shoe pinched dreadfully hard for
Harry was cutting away a dangling
piece of a shoe sole when old Mrs.
Rice noticed the fact
"Why, Harry, your shoes are pretty
well gone up, aren't they?" she re
marked. "That for some time," Harry tried
to say lightly.
"I was thinking," proceeded Mrs.
jKice reflectively. i nave. r some 1
clothes and such up in the old trunk
of my dead husband. Yes, and I am
certain there is a pair of shoes he
wore. They are not new, but cer
tainly better than those you are
wearing. If they fit you, they might
do. Wait I'll go and look them up."
Mrs. Rice proceeded to the attic.
She returned shortly with the pair of
shoes she had rescribed and handed
them to Harry.
"Why, they fit just famously," he
declared, as he tried one on. "The
soles are worn a little at the toe and
the heels run over a trifle, but they're
snug and comfortable. They would
do me for six months to come if they
were patched up a little. I know what
I'll do I helped the old shoemaker
on Central street carry in some
leather supplies a few days since and
watched his shop while he went to
deliver some goods. He told me that
made me a free customer in the way
of any little shoe repairs I might
need. I'll go and see him now."
The shoemaker was true to his
promise. Harry sat in his stocking
feet as tne artisan began work on the
"I'll build up the heels and I reckon
a half sole is not much more work
than patching. Huh! wonder who
put this sole on. It's a touch one.
Well, I declare!"
The worker had found the sole of
the shoe quite regular and ordinary.
When he came to the other, however,
it held fast and firm and he had to
dig hard to loosen it His "I declare!"
had been caused by the discovery of
two thin plates of steel. He drew
them out Between them lay a little
package done up in oilskin.
"Whoever wore these shoes used
this sole for a pocketbook," observed
the cobbler, as he handed the oilskin
packet to Harry.
The latter unfolded it Within
rested a note! or a check! No, a cer
tificate of deposit on an Oregon bank
for thirty thousand dollars!
Harry knew enough of the history
of the Rice family to read the oracle
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