Bedford inquirer. [volume] (Bedford, Pa.) 1857-1884, 1870-05-06

last Of ii. / don't see either, why I m no
obliged to play eavesdropper against m,
willl9
He leaned up against the shelves, an,
bfeathleesly awaited the progress Of events
why !" calculated soft yoice-Rosa'
where's my Derby? Was / careless
enough to leave it down stairs? Flora yor
have hidden it.
i wonder what you'll accuse me of next?
said Flora, in an injured voice.
You told Mr., Ross that cousin Simon
letter was Toto"
/ Your sweetheart! Well, he ought {,
be, I'm sure. Mr. Simon Myutrose is thr
handsomest young man / know"
"0h, Flora he don't compare with Mr.
Ross.
Rosa Fernall, be honest, said Flora
speaking indistinctly, with two or three hair
pins in her cherry mouth which do you
like best-Cousin Ken, or Simon Mon
trose?''
''Flora T.
Tell me now, honestly.
The answer came 10 low, halfinaudiblt
voice.
Kenneth r.
The heart under Alice's sacque gave I
great joyous jump. Mr. Kenneth Ross
head came in contact with something on the
upper shelf, and down came rain Of band
boxes on his occiput
There was an instant terrified silence, anc
then all the girls began to scream in chorus
Mercy, F" calculated Alice, "what is it?'
How silly we all are, said Rosa tremu
lously; "it's only the cat. -
"As if cat could make such noise a.
that, sobbed Flora. aCan Uncle John
Bring revolver Alice, do look and Sc,
what it is. -
"No-you look, y faltered Alice, retreating
behind the bureau.
"I'll look myself" said Rosa Fernall.
bravely advancing to the rescue. But when
the door handle refused to turn, even she
blenehed
Some one IS holding the door inside.
Call the men.
There's no necessity quoth voice
from behind the panels, and the next mo-
ment the closet door few open, disclosing 4
tall form in blue muslin and crinolne, anc
a countenance whose utter sheepishness car
never be described.
cousin Ken. shrieked Flora.
''Mr. Ross, faltered Miss Fernall
'Why, it cant be possible, CALCULATED
Alice.
And then the three girls clung to each
other in irrepressible paroxysms oflaughter.
''The fact is ladies, commenced Kenneth
confusedly, q Hoa't some one help me
off With this mousetrap ofa hoopskirt? Miss
Alice, I'm very sorry I've split your sacque
open, but Well, if you won't stop laugh.
ing | can't explain, that's the long and the
short of it.
But Rosa Fernall had stopped laughing
already and the pink of her cheeks was deep.
ening into scarlet She had justremember-
ed the words carelessly spoken in that very
room not five minutes ago.
In an inexplicably short space oftime Mr.
Ross had torn off his feminine adornments,
and fled ANONYMOUSLY. followed by the peals
of laughter OF his cousin and Alice Aymer.
Rosa-strange little piece of contradiction
had began to cry.
Poor little thing she's hysterical, F" said
Aunt Meg, who had just appeared on the
scene.
But Rosa Fernall was not hysterical.
The full, delicious moon of Summer was
in the mid-heaven that night, as Kenneth
Ross strolled into the garden, moodily puff
fng at cigar, and contemplating the feasi.
bility of leaving Warburgh to avoid the girls
sarcasm.
Il was a fool r. quoth Kenneth, aloud /;
'but- Who's there ~
1t was Rosa, with two or three white Glove
pinks in her hand, coming from the lower
part Of the garden, And by the full bril-
liant moonlight, Kenneth saw the traces Of
tears on her cheek.
Rosa, you have been crying
''No, ! haven't :" Aud 10 prove TIE
truth of her assertion, Rosa began to cry
afresh.
Look here, Rosa, said the young man
gravely, Il have been thinking of leaving
Warburgh tomorrow
Rosa cried on.
sBut, pursued Mr.. Ross, ''Pl stay if
if-you'll only tell me to my face what you
told my cousin when was hidden away
like a great, foolish rat in a trap, Rosa
Speak to me, little one -
What shall | tell you faltered Rosa.
That you iove me that you will be my
dear and cherished wife -
And she told him so-in the language
lovers best like to hear And Mr. Kenneth
Ross stayed in Warburgh, and braved the
ridicule of Alice and Flora, with little
Rosa marshaled on his side.
But he never read the girls any more
homilies on the dignity of manhood, or the
majesty of human nature. To use Miss