The Council Bluffs nonpareil. [volume] (Council Bluffs [Iowa]) 1857-1867, 1860-04-21

So do not ike B0he0
wines poison, 20 10 tea
But in another shape
What matter whether one Is killed
| By csniseer or yrdpsF
According 70 this kind Of taste
He still INDUCED his drouth,
And being fond Of port he made
port-hols Of his mouth
pint he easy could have slipped,
And not been oat OF sorts,
In geologic phrase. the rock
Ne split upon was qudrfz.
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BACHELORS sLOvK-MAKINo.
You would have known it for bachel
or's den, the minute you put your head
in the door Blue, spicy wreathe Of cigar
smoke circling up to the ceiling-newspa-
pers under the table-Castile soap in the
tiny bronze card-rsceiver-slippers on the
mantsl piece, and confusion everywhere.
And yet Mr.. Thornbroke-poor dsluded
mortal-solemnly believed that bis room
was in the most perfect order! For hadn't
he poked the empty champagne bottles un
der the bed, and sent the wood-box to bear
them company, and hung his morning gown
over the damp towels, and busted the ashsd
sprinkled hearth with his best silk handker-
chief! He'd like to see room in better
trim than that-guessed be would And
now he was mending himself up, prepara-
tory to going calling, to call on the very
prettiest girl in New York. Not that he
was particularly fond Of the needle, but
when fellows whole foot goes through u
hole in the north cast toe of his stocking,
and there isn't button on his shirt, it's
time to repair damages.
Now, US Mr.. Thornbroke's whole stock
of industrial implements consisted of lump
of wax, an enormous pair Of scissors and
one needle, the mending didn't progress
rapidly. His way of managing the button
question, too, necessarily inv olved some do
lay he had to cut all these useful little
appendagss from another shirt and sew
them on, and next week, when the other
shirt was wanted, why it was easy enough
| to make transfer again Sec what it is
to be bachelor Of genius! it never occurred
| to him to buy few buttons extra!
"Buttons are not much trouble," said
Mr.. Thornbroke to himself, as he wiped
the perspiration from his brow, "but when
it comes to coat sleeves, what the ducs is
| fellow to do2 haven't any black thread
either," and he looked dolorously at q
| email tare Just in his elbow, where some
| vi.cious nail had caught in the broadcloth.
|
morrow Pll send it.Sto ::the tailor. The
fact 10 ought to be married and so
would, if only dared to ask Lillian. Oh
dear, know she wouldn't have ms-and
yet Pm not so certain either-if could
only muster the courage boldly to put ths
question But just as sure ss approach
the dangerous ground, my heart fails me
And then that puppy, Jones, with bis curl
cd mustatehe, aud hair parted in the mid.
dle-always hanging around Lillian, and
quoting poetry to hsr-if l could have the
privilege of kicking him across the street,
I'd die happy! He isn't. bashful, not he
If somebody would only invent some new
way of popping the Notwithstanding
that wasn't quite SO embarrassing y
Our hero gave his black glossy curls an
extra brush, surveyed himself critically in
the glass, and then with deep sigh, set
! fourth 20 eall the identical Lillian Ray
mond, revolving, as he had thousand
times before, that if-perhaps-may be
Oh the bashfulness of bachelors.
When Mr.. Thornbroke arrived within the
charmed precincts of Mr. Raymond,s - hand
some pariors, velvet carpeted, chaDdeliered
with gold and ormulu, crowded to the very
doors. with those charming knick- -knacks
that only woman's taste provides, Miss
Lily was sat home" in r bewilderiDg pink
merino dress, edged with white lace around
the pesrly shoulders, and q crimson moss
rose twisted in among the ripping waves
of her soft brown hair. She never looked
half 50 pretty and, thank Providence,
Jones wasn't on hand, for once in his life.
But what was almost as bad, Lily's cousin
was thers-s tall slender, black-eyed girl,
with arch lips, and cheeks as red a. q
Spi,Ienberg apple. o how Thornbroko
wished that Miss Esther Allen was at the
bottom Of the Red Sea, or anywhere except
10 that particular parlor. And then her
eyes were 90 sharp-he hadn't been doing
the 'sagresabls''- more than four minutes
and half before she exclaimed
"Dear me, Mr.. Thornbroke-pray ex-
cuse me but what on earth is the matter
with your elbow ?"
| Mark turned scarlct-the traitorous black
pin had deserted its post.
"Only compound fracture in my coat,
Miss Allen" said he feeling as though his
fuce might do the duty Of Rsymond's chan
deliers, both put together, "you know Va
bachelors are not expected to bs exempt
from such things."
"Hold your arm, sir, and I'll make it all
right in one momsut," said Esther, instant
| ly producing from some secret recess in the
| folds of her dress, q thimbls and needle,
threaded with black silk, and setting sx-
per,ly to work.
"There now, consider yourself WHOLE"
"How skillful you srs," said Mark, ad-
miringly, after he had thanked her most sim
cerely, "But then you have 80 many
nice little concerns to work with. |
have only needle and some wax, besides
my scissors! :. :,
"You ought to have a housewife, Mr..
Thornbrooke. :" said Miss Lily, timidly
lifting up her long lashes in his direction.
Lily never could look at Thornbrooke with
out q soft, little rosy shadow on her cheek.
ga what p" demanded Marx, turning
very red.
ga house Wife"
"Yss," said Mark, aftcr moments awk-
ward hesitation, "my-my-frisnds have
told mo so very often-and really think
so myself, you know. But iwhat sort Of
a one would you recommend, Miss Ray
mond ?''
"Oh, any pretty little concern. Pll send
you one in the morning if you'll accept Of
IT," she added with rossy light on her
cheeks again.
"If-p,l-accept !" said Mark, feeling
as if he were in mn atmosphere Of gold and
pearl with two wings sprouting out nf his
broadcloth, on either side. AMI just ~
he was opening his lips to assure Miss
Lily that he was ready to take the precious
gift to his arms then and there, without
any unnecessary delay, the door opened
and in walked Jones.
Mark was not at all cannibalistio in bis
propensities, but just then he could have
eaten Jones ur with uncommon piessure.-
And there the fellow sat, pulling his long
moustaches and talking the most insipid
twaddls-sat and sat until Mark rose in
despair to 60. Even then he had no op-
portunity to exchange private word with
Lily.
.'You-you'll not forget"
'sOh, Pll be sure to remember" said she
smilingly, and half wondering at that unu-
sual pressure he gave her hand. (" Ladies
often do provide their bachelor friends sol"