The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1876-09-28

linked at the toe, and an underlay IL
would be simply ridiculous.
CT will not detain you while de-
scribe the drunken shoemaker that
agreed when he got sober enough to
understand that I wished to be Gus
tomer-to send me pair OF boots
worthy of the occasion.
"'They shall be of the right sort, he
declared, over and over again. OF the
right sort, at IL, they should be at my
house punctually.
"Now, if he had been man OF his
word, / might have been enabled to en-
dure the word punctual to-day but he
was not. The train would leave at 1.l5.
Twelve came, but no boots half-past,
vet still they came not. It would take
quarter of an hour to reach the station
and as I said to Susan twenty times that
day. If once .s-,1s esfles
1sI wouldn't have missed that train
for the world. ffoo aT
"sBoots or no boots, off I go, said
at last. IF the train stops long enough
at Lewes, / viii buy a pair there II
was living at Hastings. IF not, tell
Lionel about the shoemaker. disappoint-
ING me. It will be line for him, and
put him in a good humor to begin with.
(" Another minute should have started
with my old boots polished like glass;
but I was stopped by the arrival of q
dirty child with the new pair.
"I put one on in twinkling it fitted
admirably; then, giving the child my
old ones to take home to be repaired, |
stopped to put the other on, saying gaily:
"FNow, then, on you go, and off go /.
"sOh, confusion ! By all that is per-
verse-how stupid I! Why, how's this
Why, it's not the fellow one, but mile
too small.
CT dragged at it till the loops cracked
again, and the perspiratio9n ran r Oft Oft NJ ny
| face like rain. -
"sRun after that young imp of a
girl?' shouted. Get my old boots
back. Stupid why do you stand there 2
I wouldn't miss this train for the world =
"'Why did you send the old ones till
you had tried the new?' retorted Susan,
sharply. Il think you are the stupid.
'sS1e was right. But when I went
hopping off after the child, she was soft
ened in a moment, and darted to the
door. Whether the quick startling tears
blinded her, or how it happened, l know
not; but the young hussy, as she called
her in her vexation, could not be found.
Sc You are tired, L see," said Mr..
Sislzin, as I yawned YEARLY, and tried to
smile; "but the jokes in the sequel, and
[ have nearly done.
'sI raved and fumed as [ stood with
one boot on, and the fragments OF the
| other in nv hand. The right was right
enough, but what was left Of the left
was no larger than child's boot; moth
ing short of hydraulic pressure could
have got my foot into it.
| "Nothing in the shape of boots had i
in the house, but some old carpet slip
pers. 1t was raining, too; but in des-
peration I put one of the slippers on,
and started. VIII the shade Of Hood
pardon me if I say, altering his lines
shade tH
With breathless haste, like soul in chase,
slipped it on and ran?'
and caught the train, to my great sur
prise and Joy.
''There was handsome, sunburnt
fellow in the carriage, a perfect gentle
man-capital, good-natured fellow he
was, toO-entered into conversation at
once, and seemed so wonderfully inter
ested In my story of the boots-strangely
so, almost. He asked as many questions
about my relative as if he had been an
old friend. "aa. 4 ga
believes is no go, he said; train
stops two minutes only, SO that's a
stumper.'
"Then he talked little; and yet, as
I looked at him, I noticed he was ab-
stracted."
"'Mind seemed other WHERE"
I murmured.
GO EXACTLY. Apt-very apt" $50
And he grinned horribly.
"My newly-found friend,'' he contin-
ued, "oftered most kindly to help me
out of my difficulty-he did not know
Brighton very well, but having listened
to the description of the position Of
Lionels house, he decided I should have
quarter of an hour at least to spare.
@ will take the pattern boot, and
match it in no time at the first boot
shop; yau can wait at the station. will
not keep you long. oa4 2' =
g He was as good as his word when
we reached Brighton. I sat in the wait
ing-roon1, while, with the pattern boot
LII uctuCl, Ac AuLI10U vi Oh LIS S0u0IOuS
mission. 1t was ridiculous predica-
ment to be left there with one slipper on
and dependant on the word Of stranger.
I shall never forget that time-the long.
est quarter of an hour I ever remember.
At last the conviction flashed on me that
the time was gone. I ran out of the
room on to the platform to see the clock.
Oh, horror the time was pastby sew
eral minutes. ...l
:" An astonished porter stopped, and
asked me what was up? t~ 77fa 'a
s. The time is I / answered sharply.
"Then more politely told enough of
my story to enlist his sympathy, which
took an eminently practical form.