Daily Ohio statesman. [volume] (Columbus, Ohio) 1855-1870, 1866-05-19
A BATCmELOR's PARTY.
BY AMY RANDOLPH.

"Maurice, why don't you give party?'
"a party?" Maurice MOntrOy took his
cigar out of his mouth, and looked at his
cousin Helen with big blue eyes of won
derment. II give party?"
'Of course-why not? A strawberry
party in your law office, with musicians
and plenty of lemonade. fm sure there's
room enough. Here you have been receiv-
ing the hospitalities of the young ladies of
the village all winter, and you really ought
to think about doing something to reciprO-
cate them. The girls all expect it Of you"
Expect it of me, do they?" said Mr..
Montroy, obviously.
Certainly they do. Oh, Maurice, it
would be such fun J"
well, it wouldn't be bad idea, l think
mysef-something rather original, eh,
Helen?" .....a
"And let me write the list of the girls,
will you, Maurice?'
"Write away, them"
"FOr Tuesday next week."
"If you choose" '.0
Maurice Montroy sat smoking out the
remnant of his cigar in peaceful Contem-
plation, as Helen Graham wrote out the
names. When she had finished he reached
out his hand. ...
Leu lHC lOOh dJ OllC lioJs
Helen gave him the paper with compla-
cent smile.
"Miss Millerton, eh-Sarah Rayner." 80
"Of course; they are the most desirable
guests to secure-I do so hope they won't
be engaged" r .... .-.... ......
Maurice ran his eye down the column.
AREN'T you going to ask Mrs. WayneY'
"Whatl Adela Wayne, who gives music
lessons and takes in embroidery? What
eoOuld Emily MillertOn say? Maurice,
you've no more idea of propriety than a
child" ..' ..
"She's got an uncommonly pretty face,
and somehow she bushes SO prettily when
you speak to her." .. ....
II dare say" said Helen, superciliously,
"but that makes no difference in the eti-
queLte of the thing. Shall come to-mOr-
row, and help you about liking up the
ROOM" .. H.. - ... ..
mo-" said Maurice shortly. "Ill man
age my own party"
And Helen Graham took her leave, al
most inclined to be offended at her cousins
Independent air of brevity.
And before nightfall the whole village
was ringing with Montroy's expected
''party." .o| ... ....
MAMMA" said little Ruth Wayne, who
was threading daisies on a string at her
mothers feet, "are you going to MIR. Mon
troy's party ?"', -.. "I
Adela Wayne--a beautiful young crea-
ture of scarcely twenty four, with hair like
spun gold, and blue pensive eyes-never
looked up from her complicated embroid-
cry pattern as she answered: ....
mo, Ruth" B. ..... ... .......
"Why not, mamma ?"
"Mr. Montroy has not asked me, my
dear" ..i.'. ra
but, mamma, why !" "nt. .r.lr g......
because, Ruth, am poor, and have to
work for my bread"
"Mamma," said the child energetically,
''you are great deal prettier than any of
the other ladies'" f.,..t.., IA. ...f
Adela smiled family, .......
II wish all the world saw me with your
eyes, love. There is d littleboy with note /;
run and see what he wants." n.le. r1....
l. Little Ruth Obeyed. Ina moment or two
she came back. ,., ,dtyr.,...i..s..,... ......
"a letter for you, mamma" '.''"
r And Adela opening it read: g9i#
"DRAR ADELA--or Mrs. Wayne, suppose
I should say, if the memories of our old
school DAYS were not too strong for cere-
mony-will you come to my party on
Tuesday night? --.Ii .H M. NJ"
Meanwhile Emily Millerton was torment
ing her seamstress to finish the blue Grape
dress that was to captivate the young law
yer straighrway.
"He's very rich, isn't he, Sarah?' she
said tO the young lady at whose house she
we sVersy,S said Miss Raynor, 'and Just as
odd and eccentric as heis rich. Maurice
Montroy never will marry" -'.Hat.
"Wili heinot? There may be two opin-
ions about that" said the conscious beauty
with sidelong glance at the glass. ''At
all events, shall not tail for the lack of au
endeayor. That dark ,oliye-browed, gypsy
style of man always has been my favor
ite."
Montroy, standing desparingly in the mid
idle of his office on the eventful Tuesday 80
anxiously anticipated by the village bellies
and beaux. fIdon't find it SO easy to give
q marty, after all. Wine bottles smashed,
| bringing 'em up from the depot in old Jen-
kins' wagon; cake all iammed intoa cooked
hat. i don't see why it wasn't packed
PROPERLY, hope the ice cream will be
riuht. but--4-n TtH'd 'ol E,aiZiib QUO uf
7HereSs them tubs o'iee cream squire
I said Jehoram Lenkins, sta ggering ihUo the
room under the weight of a, huge conical
freezer while his eyes beanled with con-
| scious self-approbation. ~ Just opened