Juniata sentinel. [volume] (Mifflintown, Pa.) 1846-1873, 1872-11-06
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A Bachelors Confession.
BY HELEN FORREST GRAVES.

Married moi II L KNOW my
self-and | rather suppose. i dol But
l came very near it last summer, and
I'll tell you-confidentially, of course
hos it happened.
l was up the HUDSON, at Creswick
Manor, visiting my second cousin, Joe
Creswick, who had just come home from
India, with pocket full of money. and
no particular idea how to spend it SO
he bought the old manor house, put up
about Il quarter of an acre of conserva-
tories, leveled off croquet lawn, and
filled the place with company.
Joe is an agreeable fellow. and rath-
er liked the idea of spending the summer
in the country, with no bills to pay, so
| didn't hesitate to accept his invitation
at once.
Mrs. Joe was exceedingly agreeable
in her way. too-a dark, bright little
creature, with checks like peaches and
great bewilderihg eyes-and she had a
sister as like her as two peas.
"Deueed pretty girl, that Miss Middle
ton, joe said /, the first night l arri
we'd
Think sna" --;l Joe "well. ]
don't mind telling you that you've made
rather an impression on her,"
"No." said |, pulling my moustache.
Fact" said Joe, putting away at his
Partaga, with twinkle in his eyes
"Why don't you go in for Jenny Mid
dleton. old fellowl There's money
there =
/ settled the moustache to my salts
faction, and turned the seal ring around
on my little finger once or twice.
"Well, you see-the fact is. I'm not
marrying man. l finally answered.
But if the girls aeiH make such dead
act at me"
''It's no fault ofyours Yes; ] COM
prehend exactly" said Joe, coughing a
little. But we've all got to come to it
sooner or later, Dionysius-its like death
or the rheumatism"
That is true, said /, refectively
and there as good deal of style about
Miss Jenny. Well. I'll take this matter
into consideration"
IL would, said my cousin Joe, dryly.
Creswick Manor, as i'll luck would
have it, was crowded with company that
week. and among the guests was good
looking young miscreant, Evan Hale by
name, who appeared to be on aggrava
tingly good terms with Jenny Middle
ton.
"The conceited puppy!" I said tc
my self. "But III put spoke in his
wheel, or my name isn't Dionysus Pew
ter!'
But just as l was considering where tc
insert the aforesaid spoke, some friendly
wind blew up a telegram from Hale
Wall street Wanted, Immediate
ly'-and just as | was rejoicing thereat
upon the very next day some unfriendly
wind waited up letter for Jenny! !"
"It's from Evan, declare I" said Mrs
Joe, dancing up to her sister with the
epistle DO tell US what he eays, Jen.
ny!'
From Mr.. Hale = clrirped Genevieve
Gossamer, blue-eyed fairy in muslin
and blue satin ribbons. "Why l hadn'i
any idea it had come to a correspondence
Jenny! !"
DO behave, all of you !" said Jenny,
and away she ran to read her letter in
peace, with checks as pink as the rib
bon bow at her throat.
Now l leave it to you if matters didn't
look rather bad?
l smoked my cigar grimly in the ar
Dor, and tried to read '.Stratbmore," but
it was all to no avail. Evan Hale stalk.
ed through all the pages. and Miss Mid
dleton's dewy brown eyes sparkled in
every wreath of smoke, like haunting
stars
"il 60 to my room and have glass
of iced claret," unused l; "and then I'll
firt with some of the other girls, and
make Jenny jealous That will bring
her round"
My apartment was in the east wing Of
the mansion house, and to reach it had