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

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oui Of town. Now, didnr read lht
newspapers much for consider. newspa
per reading sheer idleness. and that Ia,
Americans would be happier people i
three.iourths Of their printing-presse.
were buried bu, do look now aud thea
having military connection to keep up
into the Army and Nary yom7,ak Mr.
Cranbrook, what | saw there, IN a number
towards the end Of Jane, made my blood
run cold There had been dcsperat,
fght on the 9Th May between sherman
army and the rebels Il always call 'em
'.ebels'--it's safer here), at place named
Dallas, and there was nominal return ol
the Killed, wounded. and missing. Mr.
Cranbrook, said the boot.maker solemny,
among the missing was the name Of Lieu.
tenant Van Redssellaer.'
i presume, said I, that he had skedad.
died quietly, aud come up TO Washington
which accounts for his visit TO your shop.
i should be sorry, answered Mr.. Po-
cock, TO think man with such an elegant
foot could be such coward, but that idea
won't hold for moment. | afterwards
heard something further about him. al.
forwards heard something further about
hum. ! hinied TO you, Mr.. Cranbrook, he
confined, lowering his voice, and looking
cautiousl y around that occasionally have
dealings with JEFF Davis people. An
agent, who does brisk trade in smueel-
Ing medical stores across the border, call
ed here lately. He had been ia Georgia
during the months OF May and June, and
recollected the name of Van Rensselaer,,
owing TO its peculiarly. He told me that
the lieutenant was MORALLY wounded on
the 27lh May, that he fell into Confederate
hands, that he was removed TO Atlanta,
and died there few days afterwards.
WELL said ], its a very strange story,
and ! can only account for il on the suppo.
sition that your imagination, in all the re.
laies to boots, is so powertu, as io----.
Halloo Pocock here's carriage drawn
up at yodr door
The active tradesman instantly rushed
out like spider from his den, while
strolled idly into The front shop, The car
riage was an open barouche, aud contain
ed two persons The one seated nearest TO
the sidewalk was lady, who might be
some fifty years of age, with one Of those
peculiarly American faces in which the
soft beauty Of an European ancestry seems
TO be blended with stern dignity Of the alb
original race. She gazed sadly and yet
proudly at the young man who reclined
by her side. lie was evidently an invalid
or at least person recovering from Sc.
we're illness, for his face was thin and wan,
and Notwithstanding the sulriness of the
weather, he was wrapped in buffalo robe
My son wishes TO speak to you, if you
are Mr.. Pococky z said the lady, in a voice,
addressing that obsequious tradesman, WHO
stood bareheadcd with his hand grace fully
resting on the door Of the carriage, as he
had been wout TO do in Boodic street.
ST. James.
Mr. Pocock,' said the young man, smil-
ing pleasantly, though speaking with fee
bleness, you were kind enough to make
pair Of boots for me last spring.
Lieutenant Van Rensselaer, 2 exclaim-
ed the tradesman, turning pale.
Pardon m. Lieutenant, must ask one
question, cried Mr.. Pocock cxeitedly.-
Did you call at my shop on the 9th May,
at seven in the EVENING"
Most certainly not, replied the soldier,
for J was in the midst of the battle of
Dallas. just at seven in the evening, a
canon shnt took off booth my legs, and Gu
rIously enough my first thought was this
How disappointed poor Pocock will be
when he finds | cant wear his equisite
boots