Daily Ohio statesman. [volume] (Columbus, Ohio) 1855-1870, 1861-12-03
A Bach cIorss Love making.

~ ~ 49, 49, SShnb uuWpPupcIb unueT tne thDle-
CASTLE soap Ia the tiny bronze card receiver
slippers on the mantel-piece, and general confu
sion everywhere And yet Mr. T'horpbrooke-
poor, deluded enthusiastically Believed tha
his room was In the most perfect order Fol
hadn't he poked the empty champagne bottles
under the bed, and cent the wood box TO keeT
them company, and hung bis morning gown
over the damp towels, and busted the ashes
sprinkled hearth with his best silk pocket hNnd-
kerchief2 He'd like TO see a room In better
Trim than that; guess he would! And now he
was mending himselfiup preparatory to going
caiiing TO call on the very prettiest girl in The
toWn. Not that ne wasparllcularly fond Of the
needle, 'Dut when felloW's whole foot goes
through the northeAsttoe Of his stocking, and
there Ism "a button on his shirt 10 s time TO re
par damages s'3'fa
NOW, as Mr.. Thornbrooke'e whole stock ol
Industrial Implements consisted oil a lump oi
wax, an enormous pair Of scissors, and one
needle the mending didn't progress rapidly 4
his way ol malaginR tho shntten 4aesttoH, 700,
necessarily involved some delay; be had to cut
all those useful little appendages from another
shirt and sew them on, and next time, when che
second shirt was wanted, why, IL was easy
enough to make transfer again. See
what II IS to be bachelor Of genius, as ii
never occurred TO him TO buy few buttons
extra! e
"buttons are not much tr0uble," said Mr..
lnornorooke TO himself, as he wiped the per-
Spirsuon from his brow; "but when 1t comes to
coat sleeves, what In the mischief ID a person
70 doi haven't black thread either" and be
looked dolorously at email tear just In his ell
bow, where some vicious nail had caught in the
broadcloth. "a black pin may do for tonight,
and tomorrow I'll send IL to the tailor. The
fact is, ought to be married, and 80 would if
only dared to ask Lillian, 0 dear! l know
she Wouldnt have me-and yet I'm not SO GER
tam either-t could only muster the courage
6oldly to put the question! But just as sure as
l apProach the dangerous ground, my heart
fails me! And then that puppy Jones, with his
curled mustache and hair parted in the middle,
always hanging around Lillian and quoting poe
try to her. II could have the privilege Of
Kicking him across the street, I'd die hsppy!-
He isn't bashful, not he! II somebody would
only invent new way of popping the question
something that was not quite so embarrass-
log!
Our hero gave his black, glossy curls an ex-
ira brush, surveyed himself critically in the
glass, and then, with deep sigh, Get forth to
call on the identical Lillian Raymond, resolving,
as be had done thousand times before, that If
-perhaps-may be-
Oh! the bashiulness of bachelors!
When Mr.. Thornbrooke arrived within the
charmed precincts of Mr. Raymond's hand.
some parlors, velvet carpeted, chandeliered
with gold aud ormula, crowded to the very
doors with those charming knick kuacks that
only woman's taste provides, Miss Lily was
Cat home" in bewiderment of pink merino
dress, edged with white lace around the pearly
shoulders, and crimson moss rose twisted in
her soft brown hair. She never looked half 30
pretty, and thank Providence. Jones wasn't on
hand for once in his life. But, what was al.
most as bad, Lily's cousin was there-a tall,
slender, black eyed girl, with arched lips, and
cheeks as red as a Spitzenberg apple. D, how
Thornbrooke wished that Miss Esther Allen
else except in that particular parlor. And then
her eyes were go sharr--he hadn't been doing
the agreeable more than four minutes and q
half before she exclaimed:
"Dear me, MIR. Thornbrooke-pray excuse
me-bnt what on earth Is tho matter with your
elbow" f s
Mark turned scarlet-the traitorous black pin
had deserted its post.
"only compound fracture in my coat, Miss,"
said he, feeling as though his face might do the
duty OF Mr.. Raymond Q chandeliers put together,
you Know we bachelors are not to be exempt
from such things" '-
"Hold your arm, 81 and III set all right in
one moment" said Esther, instantly producing
from secret recess IN the folds OF her dress a
thimble and needle, threaded with black silk,
and setting expertly to work .ss-. ~
"Ihere, now, consider yourself whole"
"HoW skiiliql you are" said Mark admiring-
iy' after he had thanked her sincerely. "But
haV1 manV littIa IN Wnrk NIL
have only needle ana sOlne wax beside my
scissors: isSe ,.....,.. =.
"You ought to have a housewife, Mr..
Thornbrooke," said Miss Lily, timidly lifting
up her long lashes 10 MS direction. LILY could
never speak 70 IhornDrooke without q. eoft,
rosy shadow on her cheek.
"a what2" demanded Mark, turning very
red.
"a housewife"
"Yes,"" said Mark, after moments hesita-
tion; "my-my friends have told mo SO very
olten-and really think so myself, you know.
But what kind Of one would you recommend,
Miss Raymond2"
"Oh, a very pretty little concern. I'll send
you one in the morning, II you'll accept of it,"
she added, with rosy light on her cheek again.
"If-I1l-accept it!" said Mark, feeling as
If he were in an atmosphere of pearl and gold
with two wings sprouting out OF his broadcloth, )
on either side. And just as he was opening his
lips to assure Miss Lily that he was ready to
take the precious gift in his arms then and
there, without any unnecessary delay, the door
opened and In walked Jones.
Mark was not at all cannibalstic III his pro-
penslties' but then he could have eaten Jones
up with uncommon pleasure. And there the
fellow sat, pulling his long mustache and talk
ing the most insipid twaddle--sat and sat, un-
I'll MARX rose IN despair to go. Even then he
had no opportunity to exchange private word
with LILY.