The Columbia herald. [volume] (Columbia, Tenn.) 1850-1873, 1873-05-30
a Storm in the Tvrnl.

Miss Hewitt in the May LippincOH
gives the following lively account of her
fathers loss of his boots We prided
ourselves on being experienced travel
ers, and consequently Immediately Sc
cured four places in the eilwagen, which
was to start from the inn at 6 o'clock
the next morning for our destination,
Bruneck. We handed over our luggage
to the authorities, partook of supper,
and then retired contentedly TO resin
the case of the two Margarets to the
soundest of slumbers-until III the
morning we were suddenly awOke, not
by the expected knock of the chamber
maid, but by a hurrying to and fro OF
feet. and the sound of several eager
voices resounding through the echoing
corridors. Fortunately, it was not only
pefectly light, but exhausted nature
had en- njoyed its allotted spell of sleep
for we found, to our astonishment, that
it was past 5 o'clock. The storm con-
tinued outside, no whit abated, and in
the midst of the human hubbub the
fathers voice sounded clear and dis
tinct.
"The British lion is roaring" ex-
claimed Margaret then, snatching at
my attire, was in the midst of the
disturbance in very few minutes.
NV father stood at his door and held
in his appraised hand pair of villain
GUS boots, old and "clouted," fit for
the Gibeonites, very different from the
substantial English aids to the under
standing which he had placed in all
good faith outside his door the previous
night. A meager-faced chambermaid
was wringing her hands beside him.
Two walters vociferated, whilst third,
whose eyes were still heavy with sleep,
was blindly cropping at the other doors.
"My excellent London boots, made
on a special last, have disappeared, "
said nv father, trying to moderate his
INDIGNATION, 'and this vile rubbish has
been substituted in their stead. Where
is your master ?" he demanded of the
sobbing woman. Fetch either your
master or my boots.
"Herr Je! Herr Je I've hunted
high and low, up stairs and down,
murmured the weeping maid, "and the
gracious gentleman's boots are no.
where"
ssSir." said a little round-headed
man. who seemed to have his wits about
him, "I know very we'll that these are
not your boots. 1 cleaned your grace's
boots. and placed them at your door at
4 o'clock. It is some beggarly Welch-
ers who have crept up stairs and ex-
changed for them, unawares, their old
leather hulks.
"Ah ves," said the walling woman
esthree Welchers, who came for the
fair. slept in the barn, and had some
bread and cheese before they left, an
hour ago"
In the midst of this explanation the
door of No. was slightly opened, and
an arm in shirt-sleeve appeared and
drew in pair of boots. Hardly how
ever. was the door closed when the bell
of No. 2 began to ring violently.
"Heavensi another pair gone y ex-
claimed waiter. Then with one accord
the whole bevy of distracted servants,
rushed to No. 2, declaring their inno-
eenee.
"My good people, cannot under
stand one word you say" replled MID Ia
English voice. "I request you to be
gone, and let one of you bring me my
own proper boots.
The British lion-who, it must be
owned, had reason to roar-became
calmed at the evident innocence of the
servants and the gentle sounds of this
lamb. He therefore wet to the rescue,
and explained the matter. to No. 2, who
in his turn meekly expostulated every
vexatious Dear me My capital boots
made expressly for Alpine climbing !