The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1871-09-05
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| --f0r tnere IS fflora EdgeWorths white
zephyr shawl on the bed, and Rosa's
black velvet Derby hat, and no end Of
ribbons, and gloves, and lace collars on
the bureau. 1oI don't see how ever came
to make such a. blunder---I nmust whave
been in a brown studyp' b hgd sda ,nasoil
| He balanced the coquettish little black
velvet /" Derby hatDi ION, his hand as he
spoke. ydi ia yoigno sno.1ps ON,
$50 this is the fashionable style of
chqpeau, ehH 1t certainly is fact that
women borrow their chief. dress ideas.
nowadays from the nobler sex, This hat
is just a fac simile of my last summers
tile, and that little sacque with the big
horn buttons is my cut away coat over
again /! wonder now whether Rosa s.
little hat would fit me ?" o'''' 70 '''" on
| Mr.. Ross adjusted the article of dress
jauntiiy on one side OF his curls, and
viewed himself, not i'll pleased in the mir
! "Upon my word it don't look so bad,
only this long, tapping veil is confound-
edly in the way And now where's the
sacque A little tight in the sleeve, but
otherwise quite decent fit, if a fellow
holds his arms well back. There's AL
ices blue muslin dress. I've two minds
and half to put it on, just for the joke
Of the thing y .,,s95 1o,,, =. ,i-,,. ,I,,-t
A momentary silence ensued, broken
by the rustling of muslin. ..,. ...,-, -.
4 Don't meet round the waist by q
good six inches, but I can hold it up. /
wonder what makes the thing draw on
the floor and cling round ones legs so
| Oh, know-the crinoline ought to 90
under" " '~'' si'liioaiua ~ Lsmfoli
For the "dignity of manhood, !" we
are reluctant to chronicle the fact that
our hero, intent on his tabledu solitaire,
did actually then and there proceed to
the closet, and practically take down a
hoop-skirt, which he solemnly put on. ii
! " Jupiter! how comical it feels l'' he
CALCULATED, with an amused face. aWhy
shouldn't dare to 60 within yard of a
vase or statuette, and I'm quite certain
| should swamp all the chairs and tables
/ came near ! Bother this trailing mus
lin--always in the way p .ail{roJ b,ng
For Mr.. Ross had unthinkingly plung-
ed his masculine foot through the 4 deli
cate fabric of the dress. ,.,t t,c.l g- vi
"Tm not certain but that 1 should
make quite lnice-looking woman" mus
ed Kenneth, strutting backwards and
forwards before the mirror, with his Der
by hat balanced daintily, and the blue
muslin revealing about foot and half
of calfskin boot and trousers. On the
whole-Tomb Of the prophet ! is that the
! girls 7" '.''"'' 80 ''4 ''-a"a|o
Mr.. Ross gave a blindly desperate jerk
at his sacque, and pull at the crino-
line, but all in vain. 9s' 'ai 'L ''Eiif o
The sweet gay voices, intermingled
here and there with a ringing laugh, or a
snatch of song, drew nearer and nearer.
For an instant Mr.. Ross wildly con.
templated a'rush through the hall to his
own door, but moments reflection con-
vinced him that such retreat would be
simply impossible. wf dE1 asr0d bio sra5.
30" must stay and face it out" he then
thought, with cold perspiration break
ing out on his forehead I; g but hold on,
there's the closet. It's just possible they
will only stay here. minute or two" tr
/ And Mr.. Kenneth Ross, totally oblivi-
GUS of the majesty Of man." fed pre-
cipitately into the closet, tumbling over
his rinoline and muslin in most disas
trous manner, and hopelessly splitting
open the seams Of poor Alice's sacque.
"Why the deuce didn't 1 think to Sc
cure the key2" he thought, as the girll
streamed into the room. However, | car
hold tight on to the door-handle if any
one attempts to get in. !, If-by, Joye-i
the girls should see me in, this rig,
should never, hear the last of it. I dom
see either why I'm not obliged to play
eayesdropper against my will, - : d. %
He leaned up against the shelves, ant
bteathlessly awaited the progress Of thu
events. 20 Nl--'.N1 -@N''7 "a i!'l tho>
na" Why" CALCULATED soft voice-1Ro
sa's own" where's my Derby? WAS !
careless enough to leave it down stairs
Flora, youshaye hidden iti'.,soa sill .sp.
"" wonder what you'll accuse b me o
next 2" said Flora in an injured voiced
"i "You told Mr.. Ross that Cousin ST
, mons letter was to--to-+-1 s..isl-rsls s.l
sl",Your sweetheart? Well, he ought Il
be, I'm sure.e Mr. Simon Montrose i
the handsomest young man ! know
/" Oh, Flora, he don't compare will
Mr.. Ross" "a .if,.i,,.. !, &c., ~.
, Rosa Fernall, be honest" said Flora
5 speaking distinctly, with two or thre
] hair-pins in her cherry month tt whicl