Lexington weekly intelligencer. (Lexington, Mo.) 1871-1887, 1872-08-14
A CONFIRMED BACHELOR
BY y y ME SHIELDS.

Fearful extravaganza | never
saw anything like it!''
Mrs. Jerome Wilson spoke with
emphasis and feeling, and Mr.. John
Cox heard her meckly, with a faint
>inil" lowering around his lips.
What is it now. Fanny :" he
asked her, looking up froln his news
paper at his sisters flushed face.
Eliza. -
The word wa, fairly popped out OF
Mrs. Watson's mouth, and Mr.. Cox
seemed to fully understand all it i'm
piled.
Elizas suits me-" lie said lazi,y
- She keeps the house in order. cool,s
-upcrbly, and never bothrrs."
''Kecps the house i'll order" said
Mrs. Watson. with supreme scorm
The dust under the sofas. bureaus
and beds is an inch thick. As for til.
cooking, do you know. brother John
The waste that goes OH in your kilch
.n?''
But. Fanny
. will speak," was the rcioindcr
hat rut shcrt the contemplated re
nGn>tralcc. If did not come
over now and then. and exercise some
little supervision, i believe Ella
would have you pay for food enough
20 support family of ten. JOIN
CoX." and the tone was now awtu! il
Il so'omni'y, "!o; mist get wife.
No, thank You. Fan"
But, John, do listen to reason
You are rich, and you ought to hHv
, family around you. You are near
" forty now. and it is time you ha,
wifi, il YOU ever intend 10 hav
cnc."
But il never intend to have ono
Fanny =
And leave money to 4 charit.
pSplili- OF :tH aims iipu$t
Il might do worse"
Y GU might do better. Come HOW
'ohn, just think what. uice lot .
girls you met last winter ut my par
les. There was Jennie Stiles
"Snub nose. Fanny, abhora snu
rose
Well. Lizzie Bates has pure Gre
ian profile"
:. tnd sandy hair. If there is Oh
hing more dctcStablc than another
t is sandy hair"
Julia Stone has hair as brown a
| i CHESTNUT
"And gray eyes. Fan. did yo
snow | did seriously incline to 1T
ia Stone until saw her weep, whe
discovered that her eyes were tha
! peculiar shape OF gray that shades t
d, lively green i'll hours ofmoist tribt
| atom
John. YOU are incorrigiblc. Bu
had hopes of YOU when YOU wcr
sending hot house buqucts and hanC
-omely bound volumes of the poet
o Mrs. Gordon. Sine was 50 han,
some, and So superior in every way.
Fan, never tell told YOU. SE
wrote. She was literary. Fanc
poor me- with wife detailing Il,
ronjugal fclicitics of sophia and \
ircd upon supcrilne fool>cnp, Will
John went without his dinner. Ugl.
he first 81 ght of what she called he
literary tritlcs drove Eme from I'll
.icld.'
"Wcll, Josephine Darcy is not Ii
.rary.'
No: she is just one remove fro,
All idiot"
but. John, You will never find
perfect woman. Every mars wi
>al!s short OF his ideal What can yo
,av against that little daisy Laul
Murray:
".Just that size is Il daisy, brca'
aud butter miss
"You are right, John: her sixtcC
wears would not suit well with yOi
forty summers. She is too Young
"0h. rs for that. am not so vel
did. Fanny. My eyes are i@n"ral
We, of crows feet, and my hair III
>trcnkcd by gray"
And Iaura's nose is Il decide
,nub. john
Not al all. RctrousSc, Fanny"
Aud her hair is sandy
'.Fann,', her hair is perfect golde
N color. In sunlight it is n tint
drive an artist wild with enthusiasm
Il think IIonora Tcvis woul
suit you better, John. She Is MOI
mature
- should think so She is fifty
she is Il day, and she dresses hideou
| !v. am sure Venus herself wouI
be odious in that green dress and It
shawl, and the souls of her boots al
TWO Inches thick"
Well. John, give mp. Twill II
to resign myself to the fact that yo
are confirmed old bachelor"
And with this parting shot, Mr.
| Watson took her ilouuccs and feat
ers from her brothers sight to besto
the vision of their magaificence ups
Mr.. Watson and three olive branch
who awaited her nj home.
She smiled often us she drove hom
ward, and once or twice nodded h
head US if well pleased at some II
lspoken suggestion Of her busy brai