The dollar weekly bulletin. [volume] (Maysville, Ky.) 1862-1864, 1864-03-10
MY BACHELOR uNcLE's STORY.


BILE enough? @
Harry, you're my favorite nephew. Sit
down, and you shall hear how / lost my
wife-that should have been-through
bad hat. 7s f=
/ Ipassively obeyed.
Weston Thorn and were room-mates in
our young DAYS, and as perverse fate wou'd
have it. we both fell desperately in love
with the same girl-Fanny Trevor. Talk
of your modern beauties-I never saw a
prettier creature than Fanny was; cheeks
/ ike blossom. sir and eyes that fairly made
you wild with their coquettish sparkle
She wore her auburn hair in bright braids
within a net, and I've liked els ever since
Simon, said Weston Thorn one night, I'm
in love.
So am /, Thorn, answered.
And I'n in love with Fanny Trevor.
Are you? said I, and so am /.
Weston and I looked at each other
steadily for about five minutes.
Simon, said he, will you give her up?
Mol
Nor will I. So here's to the health of
him who wins the brightest jewel that ever
shone on human breast!
He tossed off glass of champaign as he
spoke. 1 pledged him; ard though forty
wears and more have passed, yet taste the
sparkle of that bright wine Whenever L
remember the hour.
Well our twin suits progressed with vary
inc success for weeks. Sometimes Fanny
made Thorn desperate by waltzing with
me-someiimes she woke the spirit Of Cain
the murderer in my heart by wearing Wes-
ton Thorn's white rose in her belt. At
length one day, we went arm in arm to ask
Mr.. Trevor's permission formally to address
his dau ghter Papa Trevor was ajolly old
soul and laughed quite heartily at our
amicable rivalry.
Go in bows and win! he exclaimed
Fanny may take her choice. Whichever
it is, she'll be pretty sure of gooG hus-
band. .. .-..
Weston, said I, on our way home. l
shall invite Fanny to that picnic up the
river Tomorrow. No place more favorable
to the declaration Of love than bra2eous
shadows ard green river shores!
Just my opinion, said Thorn, snail also
write a note of invitation.
took special pains to keep sharp look
out on the next morning. Hurry as | would,
however, Thorn walked out OF the house
lust two minutes and a half before | could
succeed in tying my confounded crivat TO
suit myself. | gave my hair ono parting
rake with the unyieiding bristles OF the
brush, dived into the wardrobe for my hat,
ant. ed full run up street. l could al
WAYS walk faster than Thorn; so felt little
apprehension on the score of not overtakluS
him.
had dim idea that the young ladies
in the hote! corrider looked rather comicaliy
at me as l sprang down stairs, and com
mepted as passed, but was in too great
hurry 10 pause for reflection, until full
length mirror, standing by way of adver-
tisement at door of a looking glass and
picture frame store. suddenly showed me
to myself-a young gentleman got up In
Ithe extreme of fashion all but the head,
| which might have belonged TO Bowery
loafer! -r =.
Good fates! what a yillainous hat! it
wo uld have made rowdy OF Lord Palmer
ston himsell-rusty, battered, seedH! l
thought I had committed that hat to the
flames weeks agoi Weston Thorn must
have fished it out from its obscurity, and
| put in provoking convenience to my hani.
! All my own fault-of course it was; why
hadu't th common sense to know what
was putting on my own head?
/ felt hurriedly in my pockets. There
was only change enough to meet the exigen-
cies Of the day. There was no help Tor It.,
| so back must trot. --.
! The sun had mounted high enough to
I
Ito make in hurry. OF course my ,rem-
! bling fingers selected the wrong key at first,
| and il was some time before l could turn
the wards so as to ad nit myself. However,
! in walked at last, and opened the ward
! robe in nervous haste. There hung theznew
! rat in provoking neatness--lnd was no
| sni al aggravatiou 10 my state OF mlnu 10
think Ishould not blame Thorn for my own
carelessnesss As l. turned to go out. the
dressing glass displayed to me such an in
famed and perspiring visage that a mo-
menps delay in cologne sprinkling was in
dispensihle. This completed, off L started
for the second time on run;
What Jerk l gave Mr.. Trevor's bell pull
II wonder it had not come off in nv hand
| The scared servant answered the jinglins
summons as il she had expected no mllder
news than that the house was on FIRE.
| Miss Trevor, is she IN!
No, sir. she has gone to the boat with
Mr. Thorn.
could have stamped with rage. The
boat left at eight precisely l then glanced
/ at nv watch, and saw that it wanted jnsI
three minutes and half OF that hour. Fer
hans migbt vet be iu time. l recollec'
/ but little OF that chase 10 the pier, save that
it was a series of diving under horses heads
skilful darting around fat old ladies
abraiding my ancles against boxes and
barrels.
| Hasthe boat gone? gaspe6 too breath
less for distinct speech. as / approached the
pier. Don't know. said heartless steve
dore; do yon suppose there amt but one
Il boat in the world?
| Ill could have been magistrate with
power to put that wretch into hand cuffs?-
Bn. there was the boat at last. Surely
she was not moving? Yes, she was! Th'
plank had Just been drawn on board, and
the boat was swinging away from tho pier