The Columbia herald. [volume] (Columbia, Tenn.) 1850-1873, 1870-07-01
B.Custos,s LOVE MAKING.

bachelors den, the moment you put
your head i'm the door. Blue, spicy
wreaths of cigar smoke circling up to
the ceiling-newspapers under the Ia
ble-castile soap in the tiny bronze
card receiver-slippers on the mantle
piece, and general confusion every
where. And yet, Mr.. Thornbrookc-
poor deluded mortal-solemnly be-
lieved that his room was in the mo 81
perfect order. For hadn't he pokcd
the empty champagne bottles under
the bed, and sent the wood box to
bear them company, and hung his
morning gown over the damp towels
and busted the ashes sprinklcd hearth
with his best silk handkerchief! He'd
like to zee a room i'm better trim than
that-guesscd he would! and now he
was mcading himself up, preparatory
TO going calling, to call on the very
prettiest girl i'm New YOrk.-NOt that
he was particularly fond of the needle,
but when fellows whole foot goes
through hole in the northeast toe
of his stocking, and there isn't a but
ton OH his shirt, it's time to repair
damages.
Now, as Mr.. Thornbrooke's whole
stock of industrial implements con.
sisted OF lump of wax, an enorm-
GUS pair of scissors, and one needle,
the mcnding didn't progress rapidly.
Ills way of managing tho button
question, too, necessarily involved
somc delay; he had to cut all these
useful appendagcs from another shirt
and sew them on, and next when the
second shirt was wanted, why it was
easy enough to make a transfer again.
See what il is to be bachelor of gen.
ius! it never occurred TO him 10 buy
"A few. buttons extra.
"Buttons are not much trouble y
said Mi. Thornbrooke to himself, as
he wiped the perspiration from his
brow, "but when it comes to coat
sleeves, what the mischief is fellow
to do? l haven't any black thread
either" and he looked dolorously at
small tear just in his elbow, where
some vicious nail had caught in the
broadcloth. "A black pin may do
for to night, and tomorrow I'll send
it to the tailor. The fact is, 1 ought
to be married; and so 1 would, if l
only dared 70 ask Lillian. o, DEAR!
know she wouldn't have me and yet
I'm not so certain either-if l could
only muster the courage boldly to put
the qucstion.--But just as sure as l
approach the dangerous ground, my
heart fails me. And then that pup
Ply, Jones, with his curled mustache
and hair parted in the midd:e-al-
ways hanging round Lillian, and quo
ting poetry to her-if could have the
privilege of kicking him across the
street I'd die happy. lie isn't BASH
fill, not he. If somebody would only
invent new way of popping the
misunderstanding that wasn't quite
so embarrassing !" -su
Our hero gave his black; glossy
curls an extra brush, surveyed HIM
self critically in the glass, and then,
with q deep sigh, set forth to call on
the identical Lillian Raymond, resolv-
ing, as he had done thousand times
before, that if-perhaps-may be-
Oh, the bashfulacss of the bachel-
orsi
ID When Mr.. Thornbrooke arrived
within the charmed precincts CT Mr..
Raymond's handsome parlors, velvet
carpetcd, chandcliered with gold and
ormulu, crowded to the very doors
with those charming knicknacks that
only woman's taste provides, Miss
Lily was at home in a bewildering
pink merino dress, edged with white
laco around the shoulders, and a GRIM
son moss rose twisted in among the
ripping waves of her soft brown hair.
She never looked half SO pretty; and
thank Providence, Jones wasn't on
hand for once i'm his life. But what
was almost as bad, Lily's cousin was
there-a tall, slender, black eyed girl,
with arch lips, and cheeks as red as a
Spityenbcrg apple. o, how Thorn
brooke wished that Miss Esther AL
len was at the bottom of the Red Sea,
or anywhere else except in that par
ticular parlor. And then her eyes
were so sharp-he hadn't been doing
the agreeable more than four minutes
and half before she exclaimed:
Dear me, Mr.. Thornbrooke-pray
excuse me-but what on earth is the
matter Win your PlDOW
Mark turned scarlet-the traitor
GUS black pin had deserted his post.
"Onk a compound fracture insmy
coat, Miss Allen" said he, feeling as
though his face might do the duty of
Mr.. Raymond's chandeliers put TO-
gether, "you know we bachelors arc
not expecting to be exempt from such
things"
Hold your arm, sir, and I'll set il
all right i'm one moment" said Esther,
instantly producing from some secret
recess i'm the folds of her dress, a
thimble and needle, threaded with
black silk, and setting experily to
work.
"Thsrc, now, consider yourself
whole"
allow skillful you are," said mark
admiringly, after he had thanked heI
most sincerely. "But then, YOU have
SO many nice little concerns 10 work
with. / have only needle and some
WAX besides my scissors
=" You ought to have a housewife
Mr.. TiIornbroeke," said Miss Lilly,
timidly lifting up her long lashes in
; his direction. Lily never could speak
Ito Tbornbrookc, without a soft little
rosy shadow on her cheek. -.
> =" A whatw demanded Mark, turn.
ing very red.
"A housewife"
~Yes," said Mark, after moments
awkward hesitation, .'my-my friend.
have told me so very oftca--and
really think SO myself you know
but what sort of one wonld you re-
commend, Miss Raymond
"Oh, any pretty little concern, III
send you one i'm the morning, if you'll
accept ofeit," she added with a rosy
light i'm her checks again.
"If-IIl-acccpt it," said Marx
feeling as if he were in an atmospher,
of pearl and gold, with two wings
sprouting out of his broadolotll, OF
either side. And just as he was open
ing his lips TO assure Miss Lily tina
he was ready to take The precious gif'
10 his arms then and there, withou
any unnecessary delay, the door open
cd and in walked Jones.
Mark was not at all cannibalistic il
his propensities, but just then In
could have eaten Jones up with un
common pleasure. And there tn,
fellow sat, pulling his long mustache
and talking the most insipid twaddf'
sat and sat, until Mark rose i'm DIES
pair TO go. Even then he had no op