The Hillsborough recorder. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1820-1879, 1858-03-31
A BACHELORS STORY.

"Then you won't 20 to Miss Wailace's
soiree Tonight" said my friend Trevelyan,
as he rose to take his leave. t
"No." quoth |. decidedly, knocking the
ashes from my cigar.
"Fred. you're such woman. hater, If
ever you do get married. it'llbe by the most
extraordinary chance"
"Don't want to get married! Married.
Indeed ,ngTlIia.l gTlIia.l GiFa ifa,taa, fannnnnd Of cnf.
mysteries if one looks at pretty girl, and
immediate all my bachelor blisscs under the
heels Of her confounded gaiter bOdis Just
fancy poor Nero howling outside the door in
banshment, my meerschaum lying 10 thou
sand pieces on the floor, my wife opposite
with a face like thunder-cloud and hair in
rl.papers. and me quaking and trembling,
and wishing myself somewhere in Patagonia
No, Treyelyan. I'm too wise Tor that"
Treyelyan laughed and went away 70 pre-
pare for the soiree. settled comfortably
hack into nv easy chair. and looked com
pacently around on the scene Of my b,chelor
.blesscdness.
IL was pleasant room, illumed hy tie red
beams Of the December sunset which came
peeping through curtains Of ryrian purple
silk. and crimsoned the little alabaster sta.
tuettes that learned from their glistenlne
brackets along the wall. for | had fancy
far pretty things. and delighted 10 crowdins
nv rooms with graceful creations. Exqni
siie Italian views. bright with golden skies
and blue hills, hung On every side--yelvel
chairs and divans stoud around-my littl,
canary, prsnned in 4 gilded cage, strainrt
/ his tiny thrnat with piercing notes, and |
collection of choice Tuses swung their bios
SONS Of creamy white aud rich crimson il
the window. Couldn't bachelor affurd |,
be happy in such quarters a. theses
Nern, my gigantic canine pet. lay stretch
ed on the rug. before the cracking crate
aud | lounged. like king. in my easy-ehair
with piles uf books aud newspapers scatterei
around NV ieet and almost obseured by ID
clouds ul fragrant blue smoke rising lrom N.
beloved meefschaUm!
Now" thuught I. if were some IN
fortunate wretch. hurdened with a wife. u
YOU suppose she'd rest an instant until ever.
bnok stood on it, shelf, stiff - any board
aud the room looked like Qaaker meeting
house in its furlurn or,lers Not she" AM
gave tie co,ls an energetic poke.
"No, no, Nero!' soliloquiIed in con
iinuation Of my reyerie. while ! pulled th
long silken ears u my brute companion
"we're not such fools as that, old iril ~
To hire an opera box and pay long bill, f.
the ridiculous extratagances Uf some cFfatar
, IN yeIyeis and aunnces, with square inc
. n ribbon aud ostrich feather that shc calls
bonnet. clappel On the back q her bra'nle'
head 10 be exposed to all her freaks an
. caprices. until I'm ready to commit suicide
: By Jove IL chills my blood to think oi It.
Just a. concluded this enthuslastic per-
) ration, there came the tihiest little knock
|, my door! paused in wonder, who eoul
: il bei Not that stupid, long legged brui
G Jones. who lodged across the hall, and VI
. il constantly bnrrnwing my bopks and siga
! nor that uniirdged lawyer, Smith. WHO :
:. ways sends duwn lur my Hsraid before ~
]. read ii! VIM could bel
G While | reflected. IN a sort ul "dau
!. amaze" the door softly opeaed, aud ~ Dart
g a radiant little thing with shining black ha
. and a great rustic uf silken garments.
II vas trom4i! AZ I'm living sinns
D. il vas a iroHial!
To- She looked like an azure cloud at hr
10 with hcr nounccs aud robbins u soft b
se Fs.lk; Size wure charming back velvet b
D: que. fringed with some sparkling iru'rpee
{ )buglss, the ladies' eall'e don't they,1 y