The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1865-10-03

dressed yosng man silh Ghin. thought
tai face. aud great eyes that seemed 10 b
looking in3o the middle of next week or Al
anything sooner than what was right be-
fore them. This young gentleman had
been EDUCATED At West Point lthey rc
mostly West Pointers ia the 23S,h), and
his whole soal Was given up 10 studying
military tactics aud manaoyers lie didn'
care for balls. or politics, or speechifying
and, II you will believe me, this misguided
/ young man, with foot which The Apollo
Belyidere might have enyied, was actual.
ly wearing slopshoes, picked up promis.
cuously at any chance store be passed
/ il nearly brought The tears into my eyes
and as traced out ihe design OF his match
less foot in my fac-simile book, said -
Lieutenant ! will be proud to make your
boots for the rest Of your life for nothing !!
4 would not allow any iefrrior work
man to meddlc with these boois-they
were closed by my own hands spent a
long time over them, TOO, putting in an
artistic touch here aud there, just as a
painter does with a pei picture. But when
went over to Arlingtou Heights, intend.
ing to present the boots in person, (my ne
gro boy Pete was respectfully carrying
them behind me), found, 10 my gret
aud ehagrin, that Lieutenant Van Rensse
laer bad gone away at less than four-and-
twenty hours notieel He had grown tir-
cd of the uneyentiui life Of Washington
soldier, and had exchanged into the army
OF the Tennessee under General NJ Pher.
son Just then about to start from Chatta-
nooga on the great Georgia campaign. -
WelL Mr.. Craubrook, il was disappoint-
mept; but as Lam philosopher, and &C
cusIomed to dlsappoiUtments, | simply put
the boots away on top shelf OF that show
case in The shop, and troubled my head
no more abolt them, A month or six
weeks had passed away, aud the spring
mud Of our streets had become eanyeued
into Summer dust. ItNas Friday the 9th
May the hour was seven o'clock in. the
evening, and was stting in this back
parlor medatng over my new machine.
My young men had all left Tor the day ;
my wife (she is an American LADY, was
away on visit to her friends IN Trenton
n. j, the Two Irish girls were busy IRON
ing in The kitchen Pete had gone TO de-
liver a pair Of ladies' walking Balmorals
at the White House. mention all these
litile facts TO show you that | was perfect.
ly Tranquil and composed on that evening.
Well, sir, had cloAd M eyes during an
especially >erere train OF thought and
when | opened them again, | saw, through
the glassdocr, hat somebody had come IN
10 the shop. II WAS an officer IN iull uni
form, AMI he had mounted a chair, and was
endeavoring TO reach something from The
top OF the showcase.
Allow me sir said with the utmost
.blandness, not IN the least surprised, for
you know, Mr. Cranbrook, that military
gentlemen do eeenlric things occasionally
allow me, sir | said
Thank you he answered very politely;
: can reach them myself.
4 looked up, and saw it was Lieutenant
Van Rensselaer,! My face flushed with
pleasure. Lieutenant exclaimed, I'm
delighted 10 see you. Permit me to have
the honor Of taking Off
My good friend, he replied rather
coldly, "a soldier should always perform
these ceryices for himself. want no as
sistance; ! murely want the boo.-hooks
and little French chalk With these
words he sat down, took the boot-hooks
from my hands, which were tremulous with
anxious delight, he kicked off his ready
made shoes, and with the most extraord-
nary rapidity, (theroby proving the soft
ness OF the leather and the excellence OF
the fiD put on the new boots.
AT the sight of those model feet, encas.
ed in what | may justly call those model
boots, was nearly oserpowered, My de-
light was so equisite as to be almost pain
iul but it did not last long, for with the
simple and indeed ungrscious words; Yes,
these will do pretty well,' the Lieutenant
walked out of the shop.
Il know how your story is going to end
Mr. Pocock, interposed this fellow was
a common swinder, dressed up in uni
form, who thereby got an elegant pair of
boots for nothing
Mr.. Pocock regarded me with quiet
scorn-What, sir J he replied. Do you
.ancy there is swindler, or any other in
he United States whom these boots would |
IL? Not one, sir. Mono you are alto
yether wide ofthe mark. Mr.. Cranbrook.
Be kind enough TO hear me patiently to
he end,
took up the ready-made shoes, pair
{ the sorriest products of that guilty town
Northamplon(guilty ; as being the cause,
4 unnumbered bunions)-I took up the
eady made shoes, and placed them care
nlly, ont Of regard 10 their late owner. on
be same shelf as that IRON which tie lieu.
aDant bad taken his drefs.boois. Tue
ext morning, | could not help confding
Pete (ior Pete, though nigger, has a
v more symPaihslng soul uiap most of
ie white sorkmeaJ lhH Lieutenant Van
-enselleaf bad called Tor his boots. ex-
ecsed ban 70 answer; Gels. mlsr se
lad % bear dat I; instead OF which, he
1olei his eyes horribly and nearly let
utter ialI.
When ID um call, mas'r.'
Last evening.
'And to0g um away
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