Urbana union. [volume] (Urbana, Ohio) 1862-1872, 1865-01-25

on the coast of Suffolk, a quiet watering
place unknown to fame, but known to me
and by me called Happybeach. There
the air is refreshing above all air there
the sands are broad and smooth above all
sandsi there the bathing is easy above
all bathing and there the life is Cor was
peaceful above all life. Whittier, then,
could placid angels better resort? But,
forasmuch, as it is Cor was) unknown, and
questionable, not many vehicles were
drawn up at the nearest railway station
for the convenience of visitors to Happy
beach. On a day, therefore, or rather in
az evening, it fell out that I, being on
my way to Happybeach, and having ar
rived at the nearest station, and, know
ing the pecuIiarities of the place, had dis
patched porter before the train stopped
to engage me one Of the fys, of which it
was not probable there would be more
than two. Wherefore I felt easy in my
mind, and took my time looking after my
| luggage, which, when I had collected, I
walked in leasurely manner to my fly.
Just in time to hear the driver say, Very
sorry, indeed, sir, but I really agt engag-
ed, and ere comes the porter as engaged
me :" and the gentlemen to whom he spoke
was the tall, strong man whom I had seen
bending over a certain Bath chair, and
by the tall mans side stood my "angel
on two sticks" What need Of many
words The fly, of course, was at their
service; they managed to give me a seat
acquaintance commenced; it ripened in
to friendship; and for FIVE years I was
more intimate with no one than with the
hunters. Now it happened that I had
often been in hunters sanetum or study
to smoke the hurtfuI weed, and as often
! had found my eyes rivgtted on a glass
case, beneath which was the prett:est
boot I ever saw. That boot puzzled me,
[ confess, but I didn't like to seek its
history, and twas a long while before
ventured to ask If I might take it in my
hands. "Oh certainly" said Muntef;
and I took it rcverentIy and examined 1t
carefully. 1t certainly T7s the protticst
boot I ever saw; it had been mach worn,
evidently; and there were queer seams
all over it, as if it had been cut, and then
sewn up again. 1 made some remark to
that effect, and Munter assonted, but Of
fered no explanation; so l abstained
from asking what might have been un-
pleasant questions. However, when we
re;oined Mrs. Munter in her room, Nun
ter said Blank has been admiring your
boot, Mary, but he can't account for the
seams" Then a lovely flush spread over
Mrs. Munter' face, and a rapturous smile
played over her lips as she looked at her
husband with eager eyes, and said, 'lIay
I tell him the story, George? You know
he is not like common friend" "Oh!
by all mcans, replied Munter, halfplay-
fully, half bitterly; and Mrs. Munter
turned to me, and in soft, low tones, with
frequent glances- of affection towards her
husband, spoke as follows; " You must
know that George was silly enough to
fall in love with me when I was only
eighteen. was then as active as a cat
I was always walking, riding, skating, or
taking some kind ofezercise; and I didn't
care a bit about George. Moreover, 1
was engaged to be married" (here George
looked a little gloomy, but she looked
brighter and fonder than ever as she
gazed steadily in his face) "to a very
rich man, much handsomer than George"
(glancing archly, but more fondly than
before, towards him). Well, I had
bad fall on the ice, and Gaping her
crutch) you see the result. George car
riod me off the ice, George cut my boot
from my foot and when I had recover
ed my spirits sufficiently to think about
such matters, and inquired what had be-
come of my boot, it appeared that Master
George had said he supposed such a
thing, all ripped to pieces, would be Of
no use, and had made a pretence of throw
ing it away. But the sly old fox had ta
ken it away, and had it carefully stitch
ed up, and had preserved it just as you
have seen it in his study. Never mind
how found it all out" (here she threw
tender glance at George, 4" but it all
came out one afternoon, when" (here her
voice grew slightly tremulous) cit turned
out that my rich lover didn't like Grip
pied women, but that stupid George liked
them better than sound ones" 1t is i'm
possible to give an idea of the mingled
sadness, bitterness, and fondness with
which she spoke the last sentence; and
then she added, with sudden sprightli-
ness, $50, now, sir, you know all the
mystery about the boot" What have
said is all I have to say, and if any deli
cate -minded,person objects that Mr.. and
Mrs. Munrer are likely to be hurt by my