Bradford reporter. [volume] (Towanda, Pa.) 1844-1884, 1862-12-11
A Bachelors Diary.

| ScurelY Qenneu, ana D0lStereO up Dy a num-
Der of poetical quotations of which lovely
woman heads the list. The dictionary is
evidently puzzled and we'll it may be
wiser ones than the dictionary have mud
died their brains on the subject Men don't
dare come out boldly and say, Woman an
| improper noun, meaning the root of all mis-
chief" because they are sure to have slip
of it at home. Even !, old bachelor as
am, am outwardy excessively civil to the
pretty little serpents, remembering that my
landlady, my laundress, and my mother all
belong to the Objectionable class, but | make
a private note Of my opinions, and intended
to run it over every morning before going
down to breakfast feeling that am at
present in a situation where, as human and
especially bachelor nature is weak, might
be tempted to fall away from my princ-
Piles.
How on earth it happened that accept
! ed Fred Sinclair's invitation, don't know.
He is a married man, and has one of the
prettiest places on the Hudson. | might
have known that the house would be full of
visitors in June and July but at least
could hardly be expected to guess that the
majority OF these visitors would be women
not matrons, with pnched noses and care
full mouths not cozy old grandmothers, or
even old maids, but young w,men, young
and shamelessly pretty five of them, as |
am bachelor, and hope to remain so, and
only two of my persua ION to keep me III
countenance, George aud Hal Gubijer. They
say they like it | wish did.
Now, | ain going to make confession.
| dislike these lovely tormcnts on principle
and in the lump individually, | can't help
admiring them. for my life. We have here
Lou and Viva Baracole, Bello Bayadere,
Del Organdie, and Lutte Pima. ! am contin-
ually watching them, and | believe the tor
ments know it and put out little arched
foot or let sleeve fall back from a round
ed arm purposely to aggravate me. They
Will group themselves together in the pref
test manner they will put their blonde aid
brunette heads together, and confound me
with the gories of night and morning side
by side Some one is perpetually blushing
or pouting, or letting long eyelashes fall
over eyes black, blue, or grey or showing
me little round chin, or pink-tipped ear,
keeping HE thereby in constant iiutter and
tremor of admiration. think | might write
a treatise on the circulation of the blood, if
watching its pulse, and surge, and recede,
flushing from the pale pink of a she'll to the
bloom of a peach, in fair young checks,
could qualify me !; or IN Notwithstanding,
such an expert am becoming in their mus
lin mysteries their little collars, their fill
my handkerchiefs, their bows and sashes,
their belts and clasps, their thousand and
one man-traps that they have the efrontery
to spring Oh US under our very noses -
Fancy a man possessed of a muslin devil ;
haunted by ankles and Balmoral boots, cun-
ming little trimmed pockets and Zouave
shirts What miserat lie frivolity and waste
of time. But the last, the worst tn. most
uncomfortable of all these irritants, is Del
Organdie.
Her characteristics l admire in the ab-
stract, but consider them as, combined in
her, reprehensible and perncious in the
highest degree. She has brown hair of the
sort that flames out here and there with a
deep golden tinge, fine, and soft and long !;
beautiful hair i'll itself, but what right has
she to encroach on my time with it ? 1t
has basilsk fascination for me. l watch,
perforce, where it comes in little ripples on
the white shore of her forehead, l wonder
within myself at the brow, and the posi-
bility of the smooth rolls brushed away a
la Fimperatrice," then she will never settle
on any particular mode of arranging what
woman call in their detestable jargon, their
Z" back hair" One day it is twned around
in soft coils the next, in wide shining
braids, and once it tumbled down (de-
signedly know all alb ut her shoulders
and down her slender tell me
that it was an accident she knew that
those golden brown waves would not let
me sleep that night and she put in her
comb loosely, in malice prepense. She
should have been indicted and fined, she
would have been had had anything to do
with the law tinkering. Women ought to
te obliged to have their hair cropped, or
else be condemned to solitary confinement.
| These beautiful, shining, waving tresses,
are nothing on earth but bachelor traps
but hold men deserve all they suffer, since
the power is in our own hands, and we take
no measures for set-defence
Del q mean Miss Organdie, / have a bad
habit of calling her Del to myself, which
must be corrected, has another objectiona-
| BILE feature : her eyes. They are grey, of
the sort that darken almost into black or
melt into blue. There is often look III
them of clear shining such as you see in
the western sky after gentle rain she
| has another look that | have seen in a
: ll'child's eyes just walked from a sweet sleep,
before the first smile curves its scarlet the
sweet end solemn mystery of an innocent
soul that has just passed through the gates
of a world, barred against our heavier
tread.
She has a third wirked sparkle, and
/ merry malice that like best Then / can
defy her, and tell her all the spiteful things
| think about her.
} Dark lashes shade these reprehensible
} eyes /; long and sweeping out on the white
pretty black brows arch above them, max
? ing her wide forehead all the whitcr no
) doubt she considered herself BELLE "a
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