The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1868-06-19
The Black Kid Slippers.

George Livingstone was off to the White
Mountains. A three weeks vacation,
which he ventured to take from his business
he was Boston merchant-would afford
him ample time to do the wonders atthe
and he wanted to shake off the
dust and smoke OF the city for season, and
live again the happy scenes OF his child
hood. He had been reared among the
green New Hampshire hills, and the pleas
ATTEST hours Of his life were those spent in
thinking of the dear old times, when lights
hearted and gay, with all a boys freedom
and unrestraint, he had rambled over the
hills and chased gaudy>winged butterflies
over crimson clever fields. Well, we all
have our memories hidden away in secret
hooks and corners of our hearts-and there
are none among us so harsh and cold, but
some fountain of sweetness lies hidden with
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George found the train all ready to start,
the bell was ringing, the conductors ''All
aboard J. was spoken just as hisfeet touch
ed the platform, all in good time; he hung
his black travelling bag on convenient peg
over his head, took comfortable seat,
drew out the last Herald, aud in FIVE min
utes had forgotten all about time and cir
cumstances in the interesting editorial on
foreign Intervention. Tie Two column arti-
clio being finished, he leaned back in his
seat and took the liberty of INDUCING in
nap, from which he was aroused by the
sharp voice OF the stage-driver at the end
OF the railway line, crying out, Passengers
for the Glen House, come forward and
show your baggage t.
s George sprung up, settled his collar,
pulled down his Panama, seized his valIse,
and fastened to secure seat in the stage.
The scenery was delightfully."- romantic, and
it was deep night before they reached the
hotel. Our hero, weary with the jolting
he had received, retired directly to bed
slept soundly, and awoke next morning
with restored energy and sharp appetite
for breakfast. 1E8g3 fE 20 lilrs s
Of course it was necessary to make his
toilet before going down, for be was a hand
some fellow, and no good looking man is
averse to appearing his best, especially
when there are ladies in the company
George opened the travelling bag for his
dressing case, and the first thing that ap-
reared was delicate little affair of crimson
cashmere and gold ENTHUSIASTICALLY
feminine in the odor of hyacinth which it
emitted. George held it up gingerly be-
Jupiter! ~ he exclaimed, surveying it
critically, that's a Zouave, or Marine,
or Eugene, | suppose. Hanged if |
know all the different names of the GIN.
cracks by which the ladies-bless their dear
hearts !-beguile US of our freedom. But
this is clearly no piece of masculine adorn-
ment. Wonder how on earth it came into
my valise?'' II 44sr b.
He made another dive into the receptacle
before him, and this time out came brush,
needle book, night cap, an ivory Gro
Chef needle, and pair of black kid slip
pers., Those slippers were Georges desti-
ny-hls heart was won at once. The mos
ment he set eyes on them, he was littera ly
dome for" Poor fellow for years he
had successfully resisted the attacks made
on his bachelor affections but now he was
smltten, and by pair of slippers |
They were so snail, SO dainty, so Cinder-
lila like The kissed them before he knew
what be was about, and then blushed scar
let to think that their owner might possibly
be an Irish chamb-rmaid, or the respecta-
bic mother OF half dozen olive branches
But be rejected the thought almost as soon
as it was admitted. 1t was sacrilege 10 in
dusge such an idea and there in the soli-
tude Of his chamber he took little private
VOW all by himself, to the effect that he
would discover the proprietor of the sip
pers and IT she was as faultless as them>
selves he would propose at once, -.
Is No doubt you will cali our hero preeipi
tate. We think be was, for we know that
we should never dream Of falling in love
with any gentlemen's boots; but then
women are not men, which accounts for
the difference. 1t was exceedingly roman
TIC, George thought, to exchange luggage
with a, young lady SO beautiful and charm
Ing as the owner of these slippers must be-
But the romance took a decidedly blue
shade, when he realized that he was minus
handkerchiefs, cravats, dressing-gown, clean
dickies, and everything else necessary to
the making up of a fashionable gentleman.
However, he did the best he could with
what he had, and descended to breakfast
with a lace embroidered handkerchief in
his pocket. He expected to recognize at a
glance the fair Cinderella Of his thoughts,
but nothing of the kind occurred. There
were dozens Of pretty ladies present in
pink, blue, crimson and white morning
dresses; but if they had tiny feet, our
hero was none the wiser for it--as no other
enquiring individual is likely to be in these
days of expansive crinoline and trailing
skirts. George peered suspiciapsly under
the table as he took his seat, hoping to dis
cover the feet, causing thereby the waiter to
inquire if the gentlemen had lost anything
and drawing the whole battery of bright
eyes upon him till he blushed ike fresh.