The Indianapolis leader. (Indianapolis, Ind.) 1879-1890, 1881-04-02
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ally and assiduously that they rarely fail to
effect a conquest.
Widows are particularly fond of widow.
ers- They even prefer a second-rate one to
hrst-class bachelor. We can account for
this well-known proclivity upon no other
theory than that they find it lsborious and
difficult undertaking to instruct the uniniti-
ated bachelor in the mysterious arts and
ludiments appertaining and belonging to
domestic economy. They do not desire to
again undergo the exasperating ordeal of in
structing fellow how to hook their dresses
and perform other small Offices that q model
husband is expected to faithfully attend to.
wldower, from long previous experience
can do all of these things satisfactorily with
out tuition.
We know young widow by the name of
Smith. She is tall, elegant, and fascina-
ting lady, dignifed in her demeanor.
cheerful in her conversation, and styl-
ish in her appearance. She has pearly
teeth, red lips, a pair of blue eyes. and q
high, intellectual forehead surmounted by q
wealth Of golden hair; her hands ara soft.
small and slender. and she possesses as pretty
pair OF little feet as ever peeped out from
beneath the graceful folds of a dark dress.
We had, a short time since, a brief but
serious conversation with her. 1t was late
in the evening; the boarding house was 90
still that we could hear the frisky cock
reaches galloping about in the ancient par
titions. We managed without any great ef.
fort to clasp her slender hand, and we whis.
pered in our tenderest tone:
Mrs. Smith, do you ever intend to marry
again7'
"Pshaw" said she, "why how you talk"
but do you now, really2'
Perhaps" she archly replied, "If could
persuade some rich and handsome widower
to pop the question to me. wouldn't think
OF marrying any other kind of q man. I'd
sooner take in washing"
We were unfortunately q bachelor. Her
handsome hand fell from our faltering fL-
gers and we tearfully turned away 70 re-
sumo the melancholy monotony of life with
hopeless sigh. 1t is only the way of the
world everywhere. Good luck follows the
fortunate widowers, no matter how homely
they are They have the best of everything
and all they wasn't of it; they can sleep Sc
renely while tender-hearted women mend
their torn garments and darn their tattered
socks, while the lone bachelor transfixes ais
thumbs (hls finger are all thumbs when he
attempts to use a needle) in futile endeav.
Vie w hCCP Aic thbIcIcQ WEARING dpD6rel In
repair. A widower has only to look at q
woman and make a proposal and he is ac-
cepted Immediately without a murmur, .
protest or sigh.
We know an old widower who now
living with his fourth wife, q most lovely
and estimable woman, who is nearly gone
with the quick consumption, and we know
ofat least dozen fascinating females who
are alarminply nrofuse in their axnross;or.
of sympathy for him, and who profess the
profoundest pity for his prospective berezvs-
ment. We trust that they are prompted in
their words of commseration by motives of
pure and disinterested philanthropy. What
a world of comfort their ministrations will
be to him
When her weary life IL over,
When she lies beneath the clover
Green and fair,
In the sleep that knows no waking
Where her heart will know aching
And