The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1871-11-03
KESNETH,s AMBUsCADE.
a Charming story,

/ cigar in q sort Of quiet despair.
"There are my cousin Flora, Alice
Aymer and Rose Fernall-blue eyes,
! black eyes and melting gray. By the
way, that little monkey Rosa isn't
bad looking. / rather fancy that
/ peculiar shade of fiibert brown hair,
and BIG gray eyes, and checks where
the blood futters like pink pennon.
Rosa Fernall would make tOlerable
/ study for my next heroine. 1 may
as Wellput her to some useful pur-
pose. HeighoW
| Kenneth Ross paused a moment,
as the peal of girlish laughter echoed
in the adjoining apartment.
'They are laughing at me, I'll
| wager my opal scarf. Girls always
think bachelor fair game they've
no more respect for the dignity of
man than so many Brazilian monk
eysp
And Mr.. Ross looked rather COM
placeRtly in the mirror opposite,
which reflected an oval brown face
with shining black hair and nous
tache, brilliant dark eyes, and a
| mirthful, spirited mouth.
Tapi tap! tap! sounded softly von
l the panel of his door, even while he
was engaged in taking this personal
survey of himself, and he had just
time to take his feet off the table be-
fore Miss Fl ora EdgeWorth put her
sunshiny little head into She room.
cousin Kenneth, are you there ?"
''Yes."
"May we come in /"
"Why, you'll come in, whether l
| grant permission or not, and may as
WE'LL say-Yesl"
'I just want the girls to see what
! dear little scholarly den you have
got here, all hung with pictures and
! meerschaums and deer's horns, and
darling, dismal skulls, and"
| Flora threw open the door and ad-
mitted her companiOns-rosy, laugh
ing damscls of eighteen and twenty
| one.
| '1Iere he is, girls the old bachelor,
as he appears in his native Wiids u
'Now, 1 tell you what, young Ia
| dies" said Mr.. Ross, throwing his
| haIfsmoked cigar deliberately out of
! the window, Il must trouble you to
| be q little lest unceremoniousH y
| For Alice and Flora had pounced
on his loose manuscript, and were al
ready laughing over the rather illeg-
ible chirography.
Miss FernalI stood near the door,
a little confused, and very pretty, in
| her bushes and uncertainty.
"AIiceI Flora! don't!" she appeal
ed.
'IPs no use, Miss Rosa!'' said
Kenneth, despairingly, "Girls, win
you be so kind as to leave my write
| ing desk alone? There is no use in
looking in that drawer, either, unless
you are particularly interested in
backing brushes and old boots"
GLOW can you, Flora ?" pleaded the
shocked Rosa.
"Oh, my, girls p twittered Miss
Edgewortb, ecstatically, "here's a
bottle of real Farina cologne. Out
with your pocket handkerchiefs-b
quick Go on, Ken; what were you
| saying {"
But Mr.. Ross preserved a stately
silence.
"Don't be cross, Kenneth" said
Flora, sprinkling q scented dew on
her yellow curls from the slender.
| foreign, shaped bottle. "We're going
down to the post Office now. Rosa
] Il Gl udl1 ms WAlllNA u Nv GlbO Ddfs Z
letter to her sweetheart out in Cana
da-"
'And7 pursued the relentless
Flora, "we're going to post it. Come
girls, the sun is getting more oppres-
sive every minute"
And the next moment Mr.. Ross
was lett alone in the summer silence
of the room, with heavy musk roses
nodding at the open casemate, and
the dreamy murmut ofmaple boughs
and far-off beds in his ear.
GA twelve page letter to her sweet
heart !" pondered MIR. hennett, with
very ominous contraction of his
eyebrows. 'EShe must have had
something very interesting to write.
l wonder who he is, Canada, Ell? I
wish it was Van Dieman's Land"
Mr.. Ross rose from his easy chair,
and began to walk up and down the
floor.
"IFs too confounded hot to breathe
here !" he sai6 impatiently taking up
his straw hat, "I'Il 60 and take a
j tramp in the woods. Twelve pages
, what could she have found to fill up
twelve nages ?"
i Flora Edgewnrth had succeeded III
planting thorn in her cousin breast
all unconscious though she had been
: The sun was low in the cloudless
) western sky when Kenneth Rose re.
S turned from his distracted ramble III
/ the woods, and the wide, old-fash-
/; ioned country house was very still
= as he assembled the oaken staircase
and went absently along the corridor
towards his own apartment.
"Hallop3
Mr.. Ross gazed vacantly around
the roomwith something Of the be
e Wildered feeling that might have be
# Ionged to the Eastern prince, whel
he found himself transported from
! | pole TO pole IL an enchanted dream
i s'Pm in the wrong room, do be
e Iieve-for there is Flora EdgeWorth'
T white zephy', shawl on the bed, ant
!, Rosa's black velvet Derby hat, AM
= no end of ribbons, and gloves, an,
a ,ace collars on the bureau. L don
, see how I ever came to make 5ucl
d q bIunder-I must have been in
a brown study !"
p He balanced the coquettish littl
b black velvet ''Derby hat" on his ham
vi IS be spoke.
is Go MS = VIC A1AsAtOtittOiC ~ -
II o = - certainly is q f2G
Il CHapeau, on - ~s.. chief dFes
- that women borrow thel4 -
10 ideas nowadays fIOm the nobler sex
a This hat is just fac simile of my las
in summers tile, and that little sacqu
IN with the big horn buttons is my cuta
ie way coat over again. / wonder nos
10 whether ROsa's little hat would
n me ?"
1 Mr.. Ross adjusted the article {
s. dress on one side his curls jauntil,
n and viewed himself, not i'll pleased
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