The Somerset press. [volume] (Somerset, Ohio) 1873-1977, 1877-02-02
SELECT STORY.
New York Mercury.l
BACHELOR BOBBLES.
BY $. J. STEPHENSON.


managed, by several little successful
speculaiions on his own hook, to amass
fortune. And, after thirty five years
hard service in the employ Of Messrs.
Sellem & Co., he retired from the cares
Of confidential clerkship.
In appearance, Mr.. Bobbles was not
an Adonis-o, no, he was fat, forty sew
en- years ofage, and, had bald place on
top Of his head, which he endeavored to
conceal by carefully brushing his hair
over it. He wore no beard or mustache,
and considered all who did no better
than they should be. During the latter
part Of his business career he caused the
discharge Of no less than seventeen
clerks who insisted upon wearing mus
taches.
Mr.. Boobies was very particular about
his dress, he always wore black, winter
and summer, and the sombreness Of
which was relieved by white waistcoat
and neckcloth. There is not a man in
New York, or out Of it for that mater,
that has ever seen a speck on the one or
n wrinkle on the other. Mr.. Boobies
has been known 10 send shirt back to
tho washerwoman FIVE times, simply be-
cause there was a minute stain on the
wristband. The muddiest day never
caught Mr.. Bobbles with spot of mud
on his highly polished calf-skin boots.
The junior clerks used to say that "old
Boobies" must have a pair of wings
concealed somewhere, and flew over the
puddles and crossings. After a good
deal Of inquiry, have not been able to
find out whether such was the case or
not, but have every reason to believe
that II was an error on the part of the
junior clerks.
Mr.. Bobbles missed the pleasures OF
business, for business to him was pleas
ure, and became melancholy.
One morning as he was taking his So
litary breakfast, which consisted of one
pot Of tea, two slices of toast and two
eggs (Mr. Bcbbles's breakfast was the
same all the year round). he looked
round his room and heaved deep sigh.
Now, there is nothing very wonderful
in man signing, you say! True, Mr..
Bobbles's sigh was a peculiar sight
was like the explosion of a bad fire.
cracker; and again, there was a meaning
IN Mr.. Bobbles's sigh.
Julius" be began, mentally address
ing himself, "you odght to get married
you want somebody to look over your
linen, and see that your toast is proper
ly done; for the last three mornings Mrs.
Wigley has burnt it. You can afford il,
Julius, and you are not ugly-ho," said
Mr.. Bobbles, looking at himself in the
glass. "You are not ugly, Julius, far
from 1t. All, you cunning dog, you"
and Mr.. Bobbles playfulIy shook his
finger at the reflection of himself
"What will people say at your marry
ing, Julius2 Poohl don't care what
they say. Jilson got married the other
day, and he's ten years older than ! am,
and not half so rich. Pity you have no.
mixed more in society, Julius, for ]
really don't know how to choose. Who
shall choose, you rascal2" and Mr..
Boobies struck himself gently twice up.
on the chest.
"Poor FannyF sighed Bobbles, while
q tear stole into his eye. "I had no ides
when we parted that loved you sc
much. Why was / not richer! o, non
sense was only five-and-twenty then,
and Mr.. Boobies threw piece of toas
alta Ay, that was about to commit sui
eide in the milk jug.
Mr.. Bobbles was one OF those mer
who have not the moral courage to mar
ry on eight hundred year. Poor fool
he broke poor girls heart, and is I
fussy old bachelor himself in conse
quence.
ayes, ] certainly ought to marry,
though. Mr.. Bobblss, getting up an
walking about the room. "Nature in
tended man to mrrry. Dear me! ho'
shabby this coat is getting. l must &c
new one. Yes, I'll have blue cos
for change. think blue would b
come me-don't you, Julius?" and NJ
Boobies stopped before the glass for
reply. As the glass did not answer hin
he resumed, 81 wonder how a mustach
would become me!-eh Julius? Egat
/ think I'll let mine grow and see."
Susceptible Mr.. Bobblesl
How much longer Mr.. Bobbles migf
have mused, I know not, if Mrs. Wigle
hadnt entered the room to clear ava
the breakfast things.
"Ah. Mrs. Wigley," said Mr.. Bobble
"Good morning to you. wish to as
you q question, had dispute with
friend Of mine last evening, about N
own ago. How old should you take n
to.be?"
o, Bobblesl You know you had
such dispute.
Now, Mrs. Wigley had an eye on NJ
Boobies for a long time past; 8
thoubhh hAhA Aux IA
own swallowing. So she answered
question by another.
"Your age, sir7"
ayes what do you think is my age
"If natter him. he may propos
thought Mrs. Wiglsy, whose though
by day and dreams by night, were Il
her initial might be changed from W.
b.
"About thirty-fve, should say, 81
"Thirty-6ve1 o, no, Mrs. Wigle.
said Mr.. Bobbles, chuckling with i
mense satisfaction, mot quite so you
rs that-let me see, was thirty .eil
last birthday"
"Mors likely forty.eight," thou
Mrs. wigley, but she said aloud. al
well, you do bear your age remarka
we'll"
Mr.. Bobbles was delighted at \
Wigley's reply. He thought her
markably intelligent woman, and be
solved to raise her wages immediate