The Portland daily press., 1874-02-02
The Difference Between z and 8.

The difference be, ween 7 and is not very
great only single unit. And ye: that diff
ference has power over man whole tenn
ger. convenience, and dignity Thus at Buff
faid. my boots were set out at night to be
backed In the morning no bocts were there,
though all the neighboring looms Lad been
served. I rang l rang twice "a pretty
hOtel-neafiy eight clock, going out at nine,
breakfast to be eaten, and no bo Is yet" The
waiter came, took my somew hat emphatic or.
der, and left. Every minute was an hour. 1t
always is when you are ont of temper A
man in his stocking feet, in the third story of
a hotei, finds himself restricted in locomotlon.
went to the door, looked up and down the
hall, saw frowsy chamb-rmaids; saw, altar off,
the master of the coal-scuttle; saw gentlemen
walking in bright b OTIS, unconscious OF the
privileges which they enjoyed, but did not see
ony one coming with my boots. A German
servant at length came, round and ruddy fac
ed, very kind and good natured, honest and
stupid. He informed me that gentleman
had already taken boots No. 78, (my nun. ber).
He would hunt him up; Thought he was
breakfasting Here was new vexation. Who
vas the man that had taken my number and
gone for my boots? Somebody had tnt m on,
warm and. nice, and was enjoying his C, fee,
while walked up and down, with less pa
titnce, who had none 200 much at frs,l
No servant returned. rang again. and sent
energet c and staccato e-sages to the Office.
Some water had been spilled on the floor. /
stepped ia it, OF course. In winter cold wa
ter teels as ii it burned you. Unpacked my
valise for new stockings. Time was speed
ing. 1t was quarter past eight; tram at nine,
no boots and no Breakfast slipped on a
pair OF sandal-rubbers, too large by inches for
my naked foot. and while shuffled along the
hall, they played up and down on my feet.
Ts<ef ~. <x<F. lx.k ~
dropped on the stairs; people that met look
ed as if they thought that was not well over
last nights spree. II was very annoying,
Reached the Office, and expressed my mind,
First the clerk rang the bell :hree times fui
ously, then ran forth him elf. met the Ger
lNan boots, who had boots 70 Ia hand, nar-
70 W and long, thinking perhaps could wear
them. Who knows but 70 had my boots?
Some curiosity was beginning to be ielt amoug
bystan ders. 1t was likely that should have
half the hotel inquiring after my boots /
abhor scene. ketrealed to my room. On
the way thought you'd lock at rom IT'S
boots. Behold. they were mine There was
the broken pu'l-straps; the patch on the right
side, and tue very shape OF my toe-infal'ibIe
sgnsl The fellow hao marked them u ard
not 49, And all this hour s tumult arose from
Just the difference between and 8.
lost my boots, Lost The train. lost my tenn
PCis dCds Va SOaiSSs fCSe biy S''Ou HuduntTS.
Everybody does that loses his temper But,
boots once on, breakfast served, a cup OF co..
fee brought peace and good will. The whole
matter took n ludicrous aspect. I moralized
"Pvu rua' iua- -.-.;ty sh~t PsSs IN n s Ieice
at the mercy oil a Dutchman's chalk. Had
he written seventy-eight, had been a good
natured man, looking at Niagara Falls in its
winter dress. He wrote s,veEty-seven, and
fumed, saw only my own fall, and spent the
day in Buffalo!
Are not most ofthe pets and rubs Of life as
uudigniied as this I? Few men could afford TO-
morrow. to review the things that vexed them
Yesterday. We boast of being f. ee, yet every
man permits the most a,rant tri1es to rule
and ride him. A man that is vexed and an
gry trrns the worst part OF himself out to
sight, and exhibits himself to the pity or coll
tempt of spectators. Who would put on a
bufoon's coat and foo's cap and walk forth
to be jee red? AMI yet ones temper does
worse by him than that And men submit to
II, not once, but often, ard sometimes every
day! wond w1ether these sage refiec
tons viii make me patient and quiet the next
time my boots are misplaced?