Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1877-10-10
BObbleS' Mistake.

M 81 AspOtAtN II hi
gentleman. In his youth he entered a
large commission house as errand boy.
By industry and certain amount of cum
ming, he raised himself, step by step, to
the position of confidential clerk. Dur
ing his clerkship he managed, by several
little successful speculations, TO amass
a fortune, and after thirty-five years
hard service he retired.
He was fat, forty-seven years of age,
and had bald place on the top of his
head, which he tried TO conceal by
carefully brushing his hair over it. He
wore no beard or mustache, and during
the latter part of his business career he
caused the discharge of no less than
seventeen clerks who insisted upon
wearing moustaches.
Mr.. Boobies was very particular
about his dress. He always wore black,
the sombreness of which was relieved
by a white waistcOat and neckcloth.
There is not man who has seen a
speck on the one or wrinkle on the
send shirt back TO the washerwoman
five times, simply because there was a
minute stain on the wristband.
The muddiest day never caught Mr..
Bobbles with a spot of mud on his
highlv-pOlished boots. Mr.. Bobbles
missed the pleasures of business, for
business was to him pleasure, and be-
came melancholy.
One morning. as he was taking his
solitary breakfast, he looked round his
room and heaved a deep sigh. Julius,
he began. mentally addressing himself,
you ought TO get married-you want
somebody TO look over your linen, and
see that your toast is properly done;
for the last three mornings Mrs. Wig
ley has burnt il. You can afford it,
Julius, and you are not ugly-no,
said Mr.. Bobbles, looking at himself in
the glass You are not ugly, Julius,
far from it. All, you cunning dog,
you."
And Mr.. Bobbles playfully shook his
fingers at the reflection of himself.
What will people say at your mar
rving. Julius: Pooh, | don't care
what they say. Jilson got married the
other day. and he's ten years older than
am. and not half 50 rich. Pity you
have not mixed more in society. Julius,
for really don't know who to choose.
Poor Fannie 49, sighed Robbles, while a
tear stole into his eye. Il had no idea,
when we parted, that / loved you so
much. Why was | not richer? oh,
nonsense, | was only fiye-and-twenty
then and Mr.. Bobbles threw piece
"f toast at a fly that was about 10 com
init suicide in the milk-jug.
Mr.. Boobies was one of those men
who have not the moral courage to
marry on two hundred a year. Poor
fool, he broke a poor girls heart, and
fussy old bachelor himself, in con-
sequence.
Yes. | certainly ought to marry,
thought Mr.. Bobbles. Mature intends
man TO marry. Dear me, how shabby
my coat i getting. | must get new
one. Yes. I'll have a blue one for
change. ! think blue would become
me-don't You, Julius?" and Mr..
Bubbles stopped before the glass for
reply.
As the glass did not answer him, he
resumed:
Il wonder how 4 moustache would
become ne? Egad. l think I'll let
mine grow and see.''
How much longer Mr.. Bobbles might
have unused ! know not, if Mrs. wig
lev hadn't entered the room to clear
away the breakfast things.
"Ah. Mrs. wigley," said Mr.. Bob
bles. Good morning to You. wish
10 ask you a question. | had a dispute
with friend of mine, last evening,
about NV own age. How old would you
suppose me TO be?"
Now Mrs, wigley had had an eye on
Mr.. Bobbles for long time past.
IF | fiatter him he may propose
thought Mrs. Wigley, whose thoughts
by day and dreams by night were that
her initial might be changed from W to
B. About thirty-five | should say,
sir" II
'sThirty-five. Oh, no, Mrs. Wigley,
said Mr.. Boobies, ehuckling with im-
mense satisfaction; mot quite so young |
as that-let me see. | was thirty-eight |
last birthday
More like forty-eight," thought
Mrs. wigley, but she said, aloud, "Lor',
well, you do bear your age remarkably
we'll"
Mr.. Boobies was delighted with Mrs.