Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1888-11-29
A Bachelors Party.
BY AMY RANDOLPH.

sicians and plenty of lemonade. Pm
sure there's room enough. Here you
have been receiving the hospitalities
of the young ladies of the village all
winter, and you really ought to think
about doing something to reciprocate
them. The girls all expect it of you.
Expect it of me, do they?' said Mr..
Montroy, obviously.
Certainly they do. Oh, Maurice, it
would be such fun!'
well. it wouldn't be a bad idea, /
think myself-something rather orig
inal, eh, Heienr
.And let me wright the list of the
girls, will you, Maurice?'
Write away, then
'For Tuesday next week
IF you choose
Maurice Montroy sat smoking out
the remnant of his cigar in peaceful
contemplation, as Helen Graham wrote
out the names. When she had finish
ed he reached out his hand.
Let me look at the list.
Helen gave him the paper with a
complacent smile.
Miss Millerton, eh-Sarah Rayner.
'Of course; they are the most deslra-
BILE guests to secure--I do so hope they
won't be engaged.
Maurice ran his eye down the col
umn.
aren't you going to ask Mrs
Wayne?'
What! Adela Wayne, who gives
music lessons and takes in embroid-
ery2 What would Emily Millerton
say2 Maurice you've no more idea
of propriety than child.
She's got an uncommonly pre.tv
face, and somehow she bushes SO pref
tily when you speak to her.
i dare say, said Helen, supercilli-
ously, but that makes no difference in
the etiquette of the thing. Shall |
come tomorrow, and help you about
fixing up the roomF
mo, said Maurice shortly. I'll
manage my own party.
And Helen Graham took her leave,
almost inclined to be offended at her
cousins independent air of brevity.
And before nightfall the whole viii
lage was ringing with Mr., Montroy's
expected party
Mamma, said little R"th Wayne,
who was threading daisies on string
at her mothers feet, are you going to
Mr.. Montroy's party?'
Adeia Wayne-a beautiful young
creature of scarcely twenty-four, with
hai- like spun gold, and blue, pensive
eyes-never looked up from her com.
plicated embroidery pattern as she an
swered:
No, Ruth
'Why not, mamma?
'Mr. Montroy has not asked me, my
dear
But, mamma. whyY . ..
Because. Ruth, I am poor, and have
to work for my bread.
Mamma said the child energeti'
cally, you are a great deal prettier
than any of the other ladies'.
Adela smiled family.
i wish all the world saw me witt
your eyes. love- There Is little boy
with a note run and see what h'
wants
Little Ruth ooeyed. In momen
or two she came back.
"A letter for you mamma
And Adela opening it read:
DEAR ADELA-or Mrs. Wayne, suppose shoul
say if the memories of our old school days were no
too strong for ceremony-wil you come to my part
on Tuesday next M. NJ.
Meanwhile Emily Millerton was tor
menting her seamstress to finish th'
blue Grape dress that was to captlvatt
the young lawyer straightway.
He's very rich, isn't he, Sarah?' sh'
said to the young lady at whose hous'
she was guest.
sVerv, said Miss Ravnor, 'and jus
as odd and eccentric as he is rich
Maurice Montroy never will marry
Will he not? There may he tw,
opinions about that, said the consciou
beauty with sldelong glance at tn
glass. AT all events, | shall not fai
for the lack of endeavor That darl
olive -browed, gipsy style Of man al
ways has been my favorlte'
Here's a kettle of fish, groane,
Mr.. Montroy standing dispairingly il
the middle Of his Office on the eventfu
Tuesday SO anxlously anticipated b
the village bells and beaux. 4 don
find it so easy to give party, after all
Wine bottles smashed, bringing en-
up from the depot in old Jenkins wag
on; cake all jammed into cooked hal
/ don't see why 1t wasn't packed prop
er,y. hope the ice cream will be al
right, butt"
Here's them tubs o. ice cream
squire, said Jehoram Jenkins, stagger
ing into the room under the weight 0
huge conical freezer, while his eye
beamed with conscious self-approba
tion. i just opened 'em to take
peep in, and | see the stuff had mos
ont gos outside the tin pales, SO I jus
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