Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-05-23

IN what he said was:
 II hadn't ought to
 voeH He SinElsi' Esd been m4s- ing an estimate of his possessions-of his money in the bank, his acres, tho corn and hay and apples and cider in the barn, the cattle and horses that were his own--and he had decided that he was too rich to be bachelor.
 He did not adore those beings of whom some people speak as "the ladies" others
 as .lovely woman," and others still as
 ''wimmen folks:" but he knew that if there was Mrs. Partridge he should be
 much more comfortable, should take new position us u married man, and
 doubtless find himself at the end of his
 days with some one to inherit his prop erty, son to take tho trouble off his hands in his old age and to be q second Dominick Partridge. Therefore Mir. Far fridge. sole of that name at the moment, re- marked, II hadn't ought to be single. and began to call up before his minds eye list of the marriageable ladies of Lockslie. There was the Widow Bur roughs, too fat and very lazy; the Widow Green, the most suitable partner for n
 middle-aged man; but "Dunno as could
 stand it." said MT. Partridge. Miss Spicer was stern and man-heting; her
 sister, Miss Prudie, silly and an old CO.,
 quette Tho minister's sister was east iron dignity and frozen elegance com
 bined, but she would stop his pipe, his
 holiday glass, his circus going, his wear- ing of old clothes. and doing as he pleased. Who was there, b' sides! A sudden thought came Into his mind,
 and he laughed
 '.Why shouldn't marry for lover he said, under his breath.
 Simon, who had managed his affairs | for many day, and, while supposed to | be hired man, was actually master, sat in | the hay beside Mir. Partridge, like an old | iackdaw in an immense nest. and watched him. He saw hls checks flush | a soft, wintry apple red, and heard him | laugh a little foolish laugh to himsolf. | .sIll bet u cookey l know what you was | thinkin' of, MT. Partridge" he said. ..Ill bet another you don't, si. said
 You was a thlnkin' of getting mar
 ried." said si. There, now. ..I wasn't exactly" responded Mr. Par tridpe: ..but I was thnkn' of thinkin' about it."
 "Comes to the samc thing, sir" said SI. "Comes to the same thing. was | turnin' it over in my mind. You'd orter 1 hev nice pretty wife n your big house. | And hev the parlor fixed up, and melo- deon and -soft-bottomcd cheors, and chany lamp, and lace curtains, like they do OD 10 lnS S(ulIc Noai pot aiiu l hern to match, framed. She'd know. l That's only a kinder outline. And should sort O take more airs when drove you to mectin'. It's all vory well Ito be keerless, rampageous bachelors | when you're young, but when you're set l tin down there's more required. You're l fifty fourth of next November, and l was fourteen when you was born. Wed orter settle"
 But, Si," thoughtfully responded Mir. Partridge, Il was thinking this, | Simon. Out of the fryin' pan into the l fire Suppose l was to get d tartar. l.ittlle-ayed women get pretty cross sometimes. Peace ii d comfort, anyhow. But to be ordered round, and flung at, l and asked why ycu dou't?' and told she sad So, like my poos brother Ike was ill | his wifc's lifetime, aint pleasant" Don't take ono of that kind, said Si- mon, with an air of great experience. Where you'd orter go Is up to the | squire's."
 "Think so2" asked MT. Partridge. with 1 the winter apple flush all ovcr his face | this time "Think so. Si?' 50 do your said Simon, looking at hls master. Rich folks like you can ca.l choose You dress up and you look quite presentablo yet. The fartridges aiIt never been called humly. Why, your cousin Bee was called the haEdsomest gal in the county at seventeen "Shc was, too, interl'o:ated Mr. Par fridge.
 II used to sec you sneakin' arter her up the lane, there," said Simon, "and thought you'd make a pretty pair. But she gave you the mitten."
 ..So she did. Simon" assented Mr. Par fridge.
 And got, nicely paid for it" eail ,Si- a,oa, ,....l ehuckle. "Shcs regretted ] It many |. ,i.iy. Her husband ran or, and sko's housekeeper to the squire. Yes. she's sorry--ahe's sorry
 "Thin!; SO, Simon?' asked Mir. Far tridge, turning red again.
 '.Of course," said simon. "kow you got through hayin', leave things to me, and go up to the squires to spend a week You'll see 'em all. There Bella kinder slim and biack-eyed; and Flossy, she's pink and white. aud yoliow-haired; and Myra, her eyes are gray, and her hair pale brown, and some calls her uyeen-like. You've got choice, and pretty as they are, they haven't got a beau amongst 'em. This is poor place for young men; and everybody knows Mrs. Dobson wants to marry 'en off
 "Hi !" cried Mir. Partridge. suddenly, in the voice he would have used to a COW who had broken into corntleld- ''hi Si Millet, where you goin'?"
 "Ehwi ejaculated simon.
 ..You mean for me to marry one of the squires little gals?"
 "Mcst suitable match know Of for yc. Partridge familyis good one, and you're rich man" said Si. '.Sho whats year or two on a mans side when he's as forehanded as you? Go over to Dobson's, tt,l.