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WHAT THB IsfWGRO'S MU8I0 MEANS TO HIM. Hg
like, so it is true that mankind will seek something to praise in any>-thing for which he may have conceived a liking.
As a boy, I was very hard on shoes. My poor father was put to it to keep my feet off the ground. Thinking it was an economy, hh always paid a good price for my shoes. When I literally kicked out^ burnt out, and ran through those, he decided that he would make & change, and I heard him say to my mother that he was going to btiy me brogans. Now, I did not know what brogans were, never1 hearci of them before, but I decided that I did not like these brogans any�way, because there seemed to be in them some reprimand for me. No, I never would like them. In due time, however, my father brought me home a pair of soft calf skin, front-laced shoes with brass tips, no cap, but plain toe. I immediately began to express to the family my dislike for front laces, brass tips, and plain toes; then, too, they did not feel good on my feet, and as I walked around tli6 room there was a positive limp in my gait, because I was sur� that that shoe hurt my foot, or would hurt it tomorrow. The only good I could see in that shoe was that it could be cut up into "dandy top-strings" because the leather was so smooth. No persuasions, threats, promises, or the process that generally follows, could make me treat that shoe with friendliness or even common decency. They lived and died the objects of my utter contempt.
Some time after that I took it into by head that high-top boots were good and proper things for a boy to have. So I begged for boots. I dearly loved boots, though I had never had any. My father bought the boots. High tops, brass tips, plain toes, rough leather; I never saw anything prettier. I went into ecstacies over those brass tips, that plain toe, no caps to hurt my feet,�those old caps always did hurt,�then that pretty fuzzy leather! It was rough, too, and would last a long time. I put on my boots, partially and pain�fully, and walked all over the house to show that they fit all right. If they did hurt a little, they would be all right tomorrow. In agony at my heels, I kept those boots because they were just what I wanted, and while I had them I was going to hold fast to them. No exchang�ing them for larger ones, they might not come back, and I loved them so. I did not wear those boots out, it was rather the other way. That was many years ago, but I remember them jet7 as if they were mine but yesterday. They lived and died the objects of my tenderest affections. My little experience of brogans and boots is enacted by