The Evansville journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ind.) 1866-1870, 1867-10-25

the shape of collections could not
lie made before his flock became
scattered abroad. The season.
viewed in a matrimonial light, had
been most disastrous one The
bachelors, spite Of every encourage
ment from the lovely spins, had not
shown themselves equal to the oc-
casion. No marriages, not even a
proposal, had been brought about /;
Miss Macdonald's engagement still
dragged its slow length, along, and
Buckley stood revealed the hero of
the hour.
Ii is hard, or, to speak more truth :
fully, il is impossible to imagine with
what feelings the poor girls must have
set themselves to work to superintend
the repacking Of trunks and bonnet
boxes. Many bitter tear, no doubt,
fell upon the delicate silks, the dear,
pets Of bonnets, the exquisite croquet
boots, and the glossy riding hats, as
one by one they were slowed away.
How different to the feelings with
which, a few short months before,
they had been unpacked; then all was
hope and anticipation, now all was
bitterness and despair. The feelings
Of newly fledged MP, who. primed
with virgin speech, rehears-
ed and corrected over and
over again, finds the debate
prematurely brought to close by
division-or the soldier, who, after
whettiDg his sabre for the combat, is
forced to return it to its sheath after
a little bloodless skirmishiDg-or the
schoolboy caught in the act of or
chard robbing when just about to fill
his pockets with the coveted fruit
are among some of the most trying
circumstances of masculine life, but
they must be as nothing compared
with the trials of disappointed spin
sterhood.
Nor were disappointment and dis
gust confined to the spinsters only,
the feelings were strong and almost
general, for the music and dancing
were nearly over, aud the piper had
TO be paid. Married life, like single
life, has it's cares, as little
Mrs. Williams, who looked so
happy at the generals ball
two nights ago, was quite ready to
declare. Next week she must go
down to rejoin her dear Charles, who
was unable to get leave this Summer,
and had been drilling on the plains
most patiently. How on earth she
was to tell him of that bill for Rs. 40,
just sent in by that horrid Madame
Valence, she did not know. 1t was
perfectly awful how the trifes
amounted up-a dozen pairs of gloves
or so, new bonnet, and other odds
and ends were all she had had; how
ever, if Charles liked for her to look
nice, and he always declared he did,
why he must not mind paying for his
whim.-She was not extravagants-net
at all; and then il was all the fault of
the horrid country that things were
so dear. Then there was the charm
ing Mrs. CAMPBELL her dear, old,
suspicious hubby had positively writ
ten that she was not TO be. so in.
innate with that dear, delightful Cap
tain Morton, the Ado. 1t was pos
itively shameful that people should
carry stories about her to her hus-
bands ears. What business was it of
theirs if Captain Morton was kind
enough to ride with her on the Mall,
or to walk beside her jampan to the
Bank, or to send her nice flowers
and fruit? Nasty meddling old things
they were spiteful and jealous, and
only wanted to make mischief. So
she should have to coax her dear
hubby when she got back, put him in
good temper again, and make him
promise never, never more to listen to
unkind things said of her, or to think
of them again.
Every one, in short, was out of
sorts, more or less. While the
women said, Bother the place"
the men with more emphasis exclaim-
ed, :" Damn the place; for, as | have
said, the fiddling and dancing were
over, and the settling day had
come. But there were two ex-
ceptions to this state of things
Buckley and Carry Wharton; the
wedding day had come at last.
Smoothly and safely they had hoated
down the stream of courtship, and
were now to be safely moored in--the
matrimonial heaven. The waters had
looked uncertain near their source,
almost promising, many might have
Thought, rough and anxious voyage;
but of this, L, usually the least. san
guine of men. had never felt any mis-
givings. / almost begin to think that
my eyniclsm is but theory after all,
and not very deep, seatedone either,
always breaking down or giving way
when brought to a practical appliea-
ton. 4sats-i.- t..5 4o. taa,.3fs I'll !
The wedding was quiet one, and
after the breakfast. which was at the
Jurtons' house. we gathered In the ve-
randall to say good byeand God speed. |
They were going off for the honey
moon to a house few miles in the