Mr. & Mrs. Cinderella

In a tiny Scotch cottage, among very common neighbors, live Mr. and Mrs. James Brown, he a coal miner until his grimy neighbors in their might sent him to Parliament.

In 1924 the King-Emperor could think of nobody better than Mr. Brown to send as Lord High Commissioner and direct representative of His Majesty to the Assembly of the Church of Scotland.

In a great, clattering coach Mr. and Mrs. Cinderella rode to Holyrood Palace, lorded it over dukes and earls for 10 splendiferous days, ate and drank with homely dignity things they had never dreamed existed, and then went back to their cottage literally among the cinders. Soon afterward the Labor Government fell, and it looked as though Cinderella times were over for Mrs. Brown and "Jamie."

The Lord High Commissioner to the Church of Scotland last year was His Royal Highness the Duke of York.

But now Labor is in again. Last week the King-Emperor said to Mr. and Mrs. Brown in effect, "Here are some more glass slippers for you. Once again you shall be Mr. and Mrs. Cinderella!"

In aristocratic Edinburgh the news that "Jamie" will be sent this spring as Lord High Commissioner to the Church of Scotland caused rich, old ladies to implore their Maker. They will have to address frumpy Mrs. Brown as "Your Grace."

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