Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1875-11-24


grand Thanksgiving party he woul'
give in the old cobblers back room
tomorrow, and how the boys woulC
shout and cheer, when he related hi'
interview with Miss Susan Crockett.
This cobblers back room was jus
the place for it. His work room was
a tidy little place, where he laboret
industriously from morning till night
that of course was locked but thu
back room where he kept his ole
benches and a rickety char or two
could be easily entered through the
window; a fact that inquisitive BOZ
had soon made himself acquainted
with.
lie knew that the old cobbler would
be sure to be gone, for he was very
devout man, and would be sure to 90
to hear the Thanksgiving Sermon,
and then he would 90 TO bis cheer]ess
clearinghouse and dine on boiled
chicken and mince pie. and try to
keep the song of praise and thanks
singing in his heart all the day long,
although he didn't have very much to
be thankful for, he thought some times.
Well, Bob deposited his treasure
under pile of boards near the room,
and then went out to relate his ad.
venture, with many embellishments
and licenses, to his admiring cronies,
and issue his invitations to the ''grand
festival to come off to,morrer after
noon, at two precise without no
ceremony he concluded with y grand
flourish, for Bob could be very grand
indeed when he chose.
Indeed, he was considered quite a
nabob by his friends, as why shouldn't
he, for he had otficiated as kitchen
boy in one of the rich and aristocratic
families in Pendleton for the space of
two weeks, and such great stories as
he had to relate of she quality he
had been among. and the astonishing
glimpses of upper life that his eyes
had behOlden !! 1t was never exactly
understood why Bob had so suddenly
left his most lucrative and satisfactory
position, but his surprising remen-
brances of that wonderful time, was q
never failing source of delight to him,
self and his hearers.
Well, the hour for the party came,
and every boy was there ut "two
precise you may be sure.
1t was to be only a small, but very
select party there was Tim Scratchcr
the red headed match boy, Dick |
Swivel who cleaned the side walks
little Misery Jip, who was always cold
and always hungry, and Bob, the
aristocrat.
The guests were received with a
ofty condescension that filled them
With admiration sucn bows as Bob
could make "Genl'men will please
walk into ther dressin' room on the
light, and then repair into ther draw
n room until refreshments is served y
le directed in his grandest manner.
Now the "dressin' room was mere
Y one corner of the old back room,
hat Bob had embellished with a pin
'all and two three inches of cracked
ooking glass that he had found in the
DOM, but the "genl'men" marched in
With becoming solemnity, and ar
anged their toilets.
'Hey! where did ye git yer Shak-
peer collar?' asked Tim, as Dick
'roduced stiff, dirty paper collar
With very long points, and proceeded
0 pin it on "My eye, what swell
er be now, aint yer, out IN the latest
ashton ? Makes yer look like oil
hakcs himself. blamed now if il
ont !" he added admiringly, as he
roceeded to his own toilet said pro- |
eeding being merely the straighten-
lg of a huge glass breat-pin which
ad fallen into his happy clutches
trough the agency Of package Of '
rize candy, and which was aired only
n State occasion. Poor Misery made
o attempt at style; he only ran his i
ngers through his unkempt hair and d
ave an extra pull to his short jacket il
eeves, and wondered why fortune 5
lould be so much kinder to the others $
ian to him. n
"Better keep on yer Paris hat, n
Lisery, it gives yer more of genteel It
ok" advised the boys, who felt very n
anteel themselves, and quite willing W
, lend their counsel to one less for t.
mate. h