Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1873-09-11
A LITTLE MISTAKE.

"Why don't / marry? Not because
have any dislike to womaahood far
from it.
How about the little Rose p" sew
eral voices cried in chorus, but our host
instantly replied, ''Hush y 1t was a
sore point with him.
/ have mentioned our host, and now
let me introduce him. He was man
of powerful build, fair, with a profusion
of whiskers with beard and mustache,
but soft, light eyes, which had nothing
in them of his character, reckless and
jovial His words, given above, sprang
from some banter of ours (there were
half dozen of us who had sat after the
late dinner in the largest room of the
smallest but suggest" shooting box
the whole county of Yorkshire contained)
upon his apparent dislike of the gentle
sex. Perhaps we felt curious to know
why or how it was that man with an
unencumbered estate, congenial tenn
per, and good country gentleman, al
belt on the verge of forty, should not
long ago have been-what shall / say
in love? no, that is not always the case,
but-married.
CIV "a 10, ~ OO, At
ut the time that We called out
"How about little Rose?" that there
was sore point there. 1t was only an
imperfect knowledge of the story of a
young lady with whom our friend S
name had been mixed up; but such of
us as were best acquainted with it re-
membered of hearing of little gov
erness In private family where he WIS.,
tied (where it was thought the daughter
of the house, q coarse, SNOWY girl, was
the attraction) being found hearing a
a declaration of love from our friend.
The story went, too, that the governess,
upon whom they had some claim of re-
lationship, was sent from the house
upon planned tale of her lovers false
hood, and kept abroad till she shortly
died in that belief; that the memory OF
the girl so remained with him that he
quickly left London, and was lost to the
maneuvering mammas who sought his
unencumbered estate rather thar him.
self for their daughters " on show"
You want to know" he said, not an
swering the question put to him-"you
want to know why didn't get married
at the usual time? Well, I don't mind
telling you. Fill your glasses, then
and, Con, don't you play the nurse
with the bottle"
) According to our hosts invitation, We
filed our glasses, and, drawing up, sal
pulling at our cigars in silence, await
. ing his story. He sat looking at the
fire for few moments, and then broke
out
"It's rot much have to tell, but as
some Of You have not yet passed YOU
flirting di.ys, it may teach you a lesson
I was only twenty-five when it happen
ed, and L believe that is about the
usual time when matrimony is perpe
trated. Then my father was alive, and
/ only plain Mr. L had never lived
much down here, but had passed good
deal OF my time In London, and l hae
some old friends of my college days, and
old boaters on the Cam, with whom The
days passed more pleasantly than profit
ably, I'm afraid. At any rate, l vii
own that, after alonger and more varied
season than nsr 4, felt that my consti
tuition would be better for change. sc
I determined to get away and take thu
Cumberland lakes for time. My mos1
intimate friend at that time, Jack -
well, never mind his other name, a.