The Emporia news. [volume] (Emporia, Kan.) 1859-1881, 1862-03-15

The following is in Henry Ward Beecber's
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The difference between Z and is not
very great: only a single unit. And yet
that difference has power over a mans
whole temper. convenience, and dignity.
Thus, at Buffalo, my boots were set out at
night to be blacked. In the morning no
boots were there, though; ali the neighbor-
ing rooms had been served. rang. I
rang twice. ga pretty hotel--7nearly eight
O'Clock, going out at nine, breakfast to be
eaten, and no boots YETI The waiter came,
took my somewhat emphatic order. and left.
Every minute was an hour. 1t always is
when you are out Of temper. A man in
his stocking feet, in the third story of
hotel, finds himself restricted in locomo-
ton. went to the door, looked up and
down the hall, saw frowsy chambermaids;
saw, afar off, the master of the coal scuttle:
saw gentlemen walking in bright boots, un-
conscious of the privileges they enjoyed.
but did not see any one coming with my
boots. A German servant at length came,
round and ruddy-faced. very kind and
good natured, honest and stupid. He in
formed me that gentleman had already
taken boots No. 70 (my uumber). He
would hunt him up; thought he was break
fasting. Here was a new yexation. Who
was the man who had taken my number
and gone with my boots ? Somebody had
the m on, warm and nice, and was enjoying
his coffee, while I walked up and down,
with less and less patience, who had none
too much at first. No servant returned. I
rang again. and sent energetic and staccato
messengers to the Office. Some water had
been spilled on the floor. l stepped in it,
of course. In winter, cold water feels as if
new stockings. Time was speeding. It was
quarter past eight; train at nine-no boots
and no breakfast. l slipped on a pair of
.sandal-rubbers. too large by inches for my
naked foot, and while I shuffled along the
bail, they played up and down on my feet.
First, one shot off; that secured, the other
dropped on the stairs; people that met
looked as if they thought that was not
we'll over last nights spree.
It was annoying. Reached the office and
expressed my mind. First, the clerk rang
the bell three times furiously, then ran forth
himself, met the German boots, who bad
boots 70 in his hand, narrow and long,
thinking, perhaps, could wear them. Who
knows but 70 had my boots ? Some curl
osity was beginning to be felt among the
bystanders. It was likely that should
have half the hotel inquir;ng after my
boots. L abhor scene. Reiterated to my
room. On the way thought I would look
at room IT'S boots. Behold. they were
mine There were the broken pull-straps;
the patch on the right side, and the very
shape of my toe-infallible signs! The
fellow had marked them n, and not 10.
And all this hours tumult arose from Just
the difference between and s. ID, r.sl
lost my boots, lost the train, lost my,
temper, and, of course, lost my good man
ners. Everybody does that loses temper.
But boots on, breakfast served, a cup of
coffee brought peace and good will. The
whole matter took ludicrous aspect. I
moralized upon that infrmity that puts
mans peace at the mercy of Dutchman's
chalk. Had he written seYenty-eight, I
had been good natured man, locking at
Niagara Falls in its winter dress. He
wrote seventy-seven, and fumed, saw
only my own falls, and spent the day in
Buffalo
Are not most of the pets and rubs Of life
as undigni6ed as this? Few men could
afford, tomorrow, to review the things that
vexed them yesterday. We boast of being
free. yet every man permits the most arrant
tri1es to rule and ride him. A man that is
vexed and angry turns the best part of HIM
self out of sight, and exhibits himself in
buffoon's coat and fools cap, and walks
forth to be jeered And yet ones temper
does worse by him than that. And men
submit to it, not once. but often, and some
times every day! wonder whether these
sage reflections will make me patient and
quiet the next time my boots are misplaced?