The Kenosha telegraph and tribune. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1859-1860, 1860-05-31
THE BACHELOR'S FATE
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8 a GoOd Deed E'wice blessed. >
by x M DEANE.


CHAPTER l.
The night was decidedly q rough one;
there was no penetration required to see
that. And so, no doubt, Mr. Morton
Price thought, as he sat in his comfort
able dwelling, on the night in question.
He appeared determined, however, to
make himself comfortable within doors
lie sat IN 4 large cushioned arm chair.
placed before a CRATE OF glowing anth-
racite, which threw ruddy CLEANS on the
surrounding wals--it not being quite
light enough to light the gas. By the
side Of him, in close proximity with his
hand, stood small table abundantly
supplied with creature comforts; and to
which he applied himself literally
When we see him this pleasant (?) even
ing, his lips were perseyeringly applied
for want Of something better, to long
Turkish pipe; the rich smoke curling
gracefully over his head, and with his
eyes fixed on wit, probably embellished
it with many rose-colored fancies. He
was indeed as comfortable as could be
expected. Mr.. Morton Price was a
bachelor He had reached his thirty
ninth year without ever having his ideal
OF wife realized therefore 5he had not
married, and consequently was a bach
elor. Our readers must not suppose,
however, that his was a heart perfectly
callous to love and all it's blessings
that he was imperyious to all those feel
lngs which do so much honor to human
nature, and raise them above the level
Of dumb beasts. BY no means it was
simply the fact that he had not been
fortunate enough to secure a pearl, and
was therefore Fearless.
"W ell, this is comfortable - excaim-
ed the bachelor, with sigh of satisfac-
zion, as he surveyed the fire, the pipe,
and the creature comforts. every com,
Portable =! Just hear that wind whistle
around the house enough to take ones
head off; and twist the hair all out OF
his head-if he had any. Ugh! And
yet L am not wholly comfortable; there
is something wanted somewhere; and
yet for the life Of me, | can't tell what
it is Now if I dared-I-but no it
can't be that, and yet again it might.
Umph now if | had a cosy little wife
to ever bless my home, couldn't l dis
pense with these comforts? There she
would sit, on the other side of the crate
with her sewing; every once in while
raising her quiet, truthful eyes to mine,
with a face beaming with love and con.
t1dence. But, pshaw! what is the use
OF an Old bachelor like me talking Of
love and wives; and yet, in truth, |
amt SO very old after all, and here he
fell into fit OF musing.
Tall was his FORM and clear his brow"
His features We're regular {and pleas
ing-nose slightly prominent-and his
hair dark, save here and there, a few
specks OF gray, looked timidly forth, a,
though backward of forcing themselves
into notice. His temper was GOOD and
though his manners We're rather rouob.
they covered a heart fully alive to al
the ills humanity is heir to: and he
strove by unost entatious benevolence tc
lessen them IN a degree. We had for
gotten to inform our readers that oul
worthy Morton was by profession an NJ
! D.-and although quite wealthy, he fol
lowed it still, from Glove Of it, as h,
said. Poor fellow! he hadn't anything
, else to spend the stock Of love, which
had been accommodating for the last TWEEN
ty years,upon, save an old housekeeper
whose Vlsage would have made a hor
howl with fear; and sturdy Bruin
shonld he have met her, would hav,
sneaked stealthily back to his leafy GOV
erts, in despair
! "Heyday! shouted Mr.. Price, as