Whig and tribune. [volume] (Jackson, Tenn.) 1870-1877, 1871-10-28
KENNETH,S AMBUSCADE.
A Charming story.

Three girls domlcllcd In the very
next room. There's an end of my
writing for one month at least"
Kenneth Ross pushed his papers
into confused heap, and lighted a
cigar in sort of quiet despair.
"There arc 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 filbert brown
hair, and big gray eyes, and cheeks
where the blood fiutters like pink
pennon. Rosa Fernall would make
a tolerable study for my next hero
inc. may as well put her to some
useful purpose. HeighO"
Kenneth Ross paused a moment,
as the peal of girlish laughter echo
ell in the adjoining apartment.
"They are laughing at me, I'll
wager my opal scarf. Girls always
think a bachelor fair game; they've
no more respect for the dignity OF
man than SO many Brazilian mon
keysw
And Mr.. Ross looked rather COM
placently IN the mirror Ioppisite,
which reflected an oval brown face,
with shining black hair and nous
tache, brilliant dark eyes, and a
mirthful, spirited mouth.
Tap! tap! tap! sounded softly on
the panel of his door even
while he was engaged in TAX
ing this personal survey of himself,
and he had just time to take his feet
off the table before Miss Flora Edge
worth put her sunshiny little head
into the room.
cousin Kenneth, are you thcre?''
"Yes."
MAY we come iu!'
"Whv, You'll come in whether
grant permission or not, and may as
well say-Gesr'
Il Just want the girls TO see what
a 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
admitted her companions - rosy
laughing damselS of eighteen and
twenty-one.
''Here he is, girls; the old bache,
lor, as he appears in his native
wildsl'
"Now, | tell you what, young la
dies" said Mr.. Ross, throwing his
half-smoked cigar deliberately out
of the window, Il must trouble you
! to be a little less unceremOniOus:'
For Alice and Flora had pOunced
on his loose manuscript, and wcrI
already laughing over the rather IL
| legible chirography.
Miss EerHall stood near the door
little confused, and very pretty, in
/ her bushes and uncertainty.
''Alice! Flora! dOn't'' she ap
| pealed.
"It's no use, Miss Rosa.'' sale
Kenneth, despairingly, "Girls, will
YOU be so kind as to leave my writ
| ing desk alone? There is no use il
/ looking in that drawer, either, un
/ less YOU are particularly interested
! in backing brushes and old boots
"How can you, Flors!" pleaded til,
shocked Rosa.
"Oh, my, girls"' twittered Mis-
| EdgewOrth, eCstatically, "here's
bottle Of real, Farina cologne. Gu
with your pocket handkerchiefs-
be quick!
But Mr.. Ross preserved a statel,
silence.
Don't be cross, Kenneth" sale
Flora, sprinkling a scented dew OF
her yellow curls from the slender
foreign-shaped bottle. "We're go
ing down to the post Office now
Rosa Fernall has written a twelv
page letter to her sweetheart out il
Canada"
Flora exclaimed Rosa FernaIl
turning scarlet.
And" pursued the relentles
Flora, we're going to post il
Come girls, the sun is getting NOR
oppressive every minute"
And the next moment Mr.. Ros
was left alone in the summer sileuc
of the room, with heavy musk rose
nOdding at the open casemente, an
the dreamy murmur of mapl
boughs and far-off bees in his ear.
"A twelve page letter to he
sweetheart" pOndcred MIR. Kennel
with a very OminOus contraction c
his eyGsbTOws. "She must have ha
something very interesting to write
l wonder who is, Canada, eh? / wis
it was Van Dieman'S Land"
Mr.. Ross rose from his easy chail
and began TO walk up and down tn
| floor.
''Its too confounded hot t
breathe herew he said, inpatient
taking up his straw hat, 'Pll go an
take a tramp in the woods. lively
pages! what could she have found {
iii up twelve pages?"
, Flora Edgeworth had succeede
z in planting a thorn in her cousin
breast, all unconscious though sh
had been.
The sun was low i'll the cloudles