The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1870-07-14
BACHELORS LOVE MAKING.


cling up to the ceiling-newspapers under the
table-castile soap in the the tiny bronze card
receiver-slippers on the mantlepiece, and gen
eral confusion everywhere. And yet, Mr..
Thornbrooke-poor deluded mortal-solemnly
believed that his room was in the most perfect
order. For hadn't he poked the empty cham
oagne bottles under the bed, and sent the wood
box to bear them company, and hung his morn
ing gown over the damp towels, and busted the
ashes sprinkled hearth with his best silk hand
kerchiefl He'd like to see room in better
trim than that-guess he would and now he
was mending himself up, preparatory to going
calling, to call on the very prettiest girl IN
New York Not that he was particularly fond
goes through hole in the northeast toe of his
Stocking. and there isn't button on his shirt,
It is time to repair damages.
Now, as Mr. Thornbrooke's whole stock of
industrial implements consisted of lump of
wax, an enormous pair of scissors, and one
needle, the mending didn't progress rapidly.
His way of managing the button question, too,
necessarily involved some delay he had to cut
all these useful appendages from another shirt
and sew them on and next, when the second
shirt was wanted, why yitwas easy enoug'l TO make
a transfer again. See what it j. . Or q 5ache-
lor of genius it never occurred % .li'l to buy
4 few 3ut:ons extra.
"But,oas are not mseh tcouba," sad Mir.
Thor.ibrooke % himself as le wiped he per-
sp.rat;on from liz bsew, Du: When it comes
to coat sleeves, y; n ne mischief is fellow
10 do? have; .t.,, o.ack thread, either" and
he looked uo.ogou y at small rent just In his
elbow, where some vicious nail had caught in
the broadcloth. "a black pin may do for to-
night, and tomorrow m send it to the tailor.
The fact is, ought to be married; and so
would, if I only dared to ask Lillian. 0, dear,
Iknow she wouldn't have me-and yet I'm
not so certain either-if could only muster
the courage boldly to put the question But
Just as sure as I approach the dangerous
ground my heart fails me. And then that pup
DIV Jones' with his curled mustache and hair
parted in the middlc-always hanging around
Lillian and quoting poetry to her-if | could
have the privilege of kicking him across the
street I'd die happy. He isn't bashful not he;
If somebody would only invent new way OF
popping the question-something that wasn't
so embarrassing"
Our hero gave his black, glossy curls an extra
brush, surveyed himself critically in the glass,
and then, with deep sigh, set forth to call on
the identical Lillian Raymond, resolving as he
had done thousand times before, that if-per-
haps-may be
Oh, the bashfulness of the bachelors!
When Mr.. Thornbrooke arrived within the
charmed precincts of Mr.. Raymond's handsome
parlors, velvet-carpeted, chandeliered with gold
and ormulu, crowded to the very doors with
those charming knicknacks that only woman's
taste provides. Miss Lilly was at home IN
bewildering pink merino dress, edged with white
lace around the shoulders, and crimson moss
soft brown hair. She never looked half so
pretty; and, thank Providence, Jones wasn't
on hand for once in his life. But what was
almost as bad, Lilly's cousin was there--a tall
slender, black-eyed girl, with arch lips, and
cheeks as red as Spitzenberg apple. ., how
Thornbrooke wished that Miss Esther Allen
was at the bottom of the Red Sea, or anywhere
else except in the parlor. And then her eyes
were so sharp-he hadn't been doing the agree
able more than four minutes and half before
she exclaimed:
'sDear me- Mr.. Thornbrooke-pray excuse
me-but what on earth is the matter with your
elbow?"
Mark turned scarlet-the traitorous black pin
had deserted its post:
"Only compound fracture in my coat, Miss
Allen" said he, feeling as though his face
might do the duty of Mr.. Raymond's chande-
liers put together, "you know we bachelors
are not expected to be exempt from such
things"
"Hold your arm, sir, and I'll set it all right
in one moment" said Esther, instantly produ-
eing from some secret recess in the folds of her
dress, a thimble and needle, threaded with
black silk, aud setting expertly to work.
''There, now, consider yourself whole"
elbow skillful you are" said Mark, admiring
ly, after he had thanked her most sincerely.
dBut then, you have so many nice little con-
Germs to work with. have only needle and
some wax, besides my scissors"
"You ought to have housewife, Mr.. Thorn
brooke" said Miss Lilly, timidly lifting up her
long lashes in his direction. Lilly never could
speak to Thornbrooke without a soft little rosy
shadow on her cheek.
"a what?" demanded Mark, turning very
red.
"a housewife"
eyes" said Mark, after morncn.'sawward
hesitation, "my-;ny friend, tave tod 80 so
very oiten-and really ti:rt - n.,>4.i .vu
know-but wua5 sort of on wo,;.d yp,, C.
conmend, Ms, Raymond?"
go any pretty iis:lc concer II saal you
one i tie morning, II y0i; g; ?t ~"
she liel with a rosy ii i. ler eecks
agail.
"Ii-rll-accc. ao N!rk, feeling q, if
he We're in an aInly~i'H"re ct pearl and gold,
with two wings sprou'ng out III his broadc!o:h,
on either side. And just as he was opening his
lips to assure Mis-, Lily tia, ne was ready to
take the precious gilt 10 his arms then and there
without any unnecessary delay, the door opened
and in walked Jones.
Mark was not at all cannibalistic in his pro-
pcnsities, but just then he could have eaten
Jones up with uncommon pleasure. And there
the fellow sat, pulling his long mustaches and
talking the most insipid twaddle-sat and sat,
until Mark rose in despair to 60. Even then he
had no opportunity to exchange private word
with Lilly.
"You-you'll not forget"
ooh I'll be sure to remember" said she,
smilingly, and half wondering at that unusual
pressure he gave her hand "Ladies often Go
provide their bachelor friends so"