The Nevada journal., 1855-03-23
Mr.. TOmkinsOn's Tale.

rate character "he was," she said, all
she could wish; afectionate, contented,
and never blew up;' and she accounted
for it by saying, that she never gave
him occasion to- We, being of the
sterner sex, and a confirmed (our enemies
say 'crusty y old batchelor, consider the
latter full and clear explanation of Mr..
Tomkinson's (alas y unusual bliss. All
# we could only find some sweet creature
with fifty thousand dollars, or so,) who
could be guaranteed never 'to give us
occasion to- we'd risk our amiable tenn
per tomorrow, perhaps tonight, for the
weather is getting most unpleasantly cold
Well, they were comfortable, (that is,
as comfortable as married folks can rea-
sonably expect to be), and they may
thank their good stars for it; they had
gambled their hearts in the lottery of
matrimony, and gained the prize Of hap
piness; there were we are clairvoyant,) J
1913 blanks drawn at exactly the same
hour in various localities.
Yes, they were comfortable and as
we surveyed them and their three young
sters in their snug, warm little parlor, we
felt for the moment that bachelordom
wasn't altogether what it's cracked up to
be, and that a certain piece of dimity
with anna marked in one corner of it,
and around which we occasionally banker,
would look quite as well as Mrs. T. 5 bonn
bazine. There is no comparison between
the looks Of ake wearers. But at this mo-
ment two of thee youngsters got into a
squabble, and one of them gave such an
unearthly yell, the result Of sinister
pinch, that-we ovcrcame the feeling
Hurdy -gurdy, bag-pipes, eater-wauling,
anything, even old bachelorship in prefer
encc to juvenile yell; it's bad enough
in the street, but when it invades the
peace of your very sanctum sanctorum-
horrible.
Quiet got restored, (poor souls they
were accustomed to the thing, } when Pat
tie, their eldest hope, a rather pretty
''bread and butter' affair wide Byron,
of sixteen, drew her stool little nearer
her le pected papa, and clasping her
hands on his knee, looked up in his face
and winningly begged him to tell them a
story.
mis- nv--.ed- .,~,lal occurrence. for the
old lady looked up from rng Javi.v,
she was patching and smiled, while he
shrugged his shoulders with good-natur-
ed eye, as much as to say-''well l sup
pose 1 must" The youngsters were eyi-
IDENTIFY of the same opinion.
s'Well, what shall it be-" said Mr..
Tompkinson, as Bill, the youngest Pickle
took possession of his left knee, and Tom
settled his chin on his fists, all attention,
in an opposite chair.
"Let's have love story" half whis-
pcred Pattie,
eyes, that'll just suit her," said Tom,
in a quiet tone, with world of meaning
in it. He also winked at Bill, and Bill
grinned.
Pattie turned her head like flash of
lightning, looked at Tom ferociously for
about three seconds, when she turned a
blushing face away from his saucy aggra-
vating stare, and with an assumed air of
nonchalance, said:
Come, now, go on papa"
This little pantomine between their
children had not escaped the 'parents
tender eye" The old lady tried hard to
hide kindly smile, while the father puck
cred up his mouth and endeavored to
look grave; but his eye beamed on his
child, and his fingers wandered gently
through her curls, as he replied:
every well; here goes for a love story. %
"But is it true one :" asked Bill, who
had misgiving that they'd all been
grievously gullcd by that "Adyenturc of
Eleven Fingered Jim in search of a Tor
toise Shell Tom Cat" He said there
wasn't such an animal, and moreover ev-
cry lad at school said so too.
(Ah! if tale-writers would but take
advantage of Bills criticism, anl even,
though they are obliged to write "all
sorts of things" to suit "the Market"
stick to something like facts, and what
finds admission at once into either the
heart or head of every reader, our litera-
tu-e would be all the better for it.
"Honor bright" replied his father with
much gravity, placing his right hand on
the left flap of his vest. He had heart
under it; | know it-for his wine was ex-
cellent; and there are few people Chris
tian enough to permit poor scribbler an
opportunity to soar above Lager
" ell, now," said Bill.
''Yes, now echoed Tom.
Pattie tapped his hand with her fairy
little sugar stealers, looked up in his face:
and he began:
"Some years ago, in New York, there
was very dapper young man who strut
ted about on Sunday as tho the ground
he walked on belonged to him, and occu-
pied himself during the remainder of the
week in disposing, for the benefit of a We
ry s;ingy employer, of the various arti-
cles which came under the denomination
of "dry goods. "
His wages were scanty, which reduced
him to the necessity of having either a
scanty back or scanty interior So
he arranged the difficulty by going to the
dearest tailor and the cheapest boarding
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