Macon beacon. [volume] (Macon, Miss.) 1859-1995, 1871-11-04
KENNETH'S ANBUSOABR.


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INTO confused heap, and lighted q
cigar in a sort Of quiet despair. o.
There are my cousin Flora, Alice
Aymer and Rose Fernall-blue ewes.
black. eyes and melting gray. By the
way, that little monkey Rosa isn't
bad looking. l rather fancy chat
peculiar shade of illbcrt brown hair,
and big gray eyes, and checks where
the blood flutters like pink pennon.
Rosa Fernall would make tolerable
study for my next heroine. I may
as well put her to some useful pur-
pose. HIeighow
Kenneth Ross paused q moment,
as the peal Of eirlish laughtorcchocd
in the adjoining apartment.
"Ihey arc laughing at me, I'll
wager my opal scarf. Girls always
think bachelor fair game; THEY'VE
more respect for the dignity Of
man than SO many Brazilian monk
eysw p. ~ . I'D.
And Mr., Ross looked rather com
placently in the mirror opposite,
which reflected an oval brown face,
with shining black hair and mons
tache, brilliant dark eyes, and a
mirthful, spirited mouth. ...
Tap! tap! tap! sounded softly on
the panel ofhis door, even while he
was engaged iu taking this personal
survey OF himself and he had just
time to take his feet OF the table be-
fore Miss Flora Elgcworth put her
sunshiny little head into ahe room.
Cousin Kenneth, arj you there"
"Nes.n
"May we come inD
"Why, you'll come in, whether !
grant permission or not, and may as
well! say-Yesw
81 just want tho girls to see what
dear little scholarly den you have
got here, all hung with pictures and
mcerschaums and deers horns, and
darling, dismal skulls, and
flora threw open the door and al,
mitted her companions--rosy, langh-
ing damsels of eighteen and twenty
one.
"lEere lie is, girls : the old bachelor,
as he appears in his native wi'dsw
"Now, | tell You what, young la
dies said Mr.. Ross, throwing his
halfsmoFcd cigar deliberately out of
the window, 4 must trouble you TO
be 4 little les uncCrcmoniou8H
For Alice and Flora had pounccd
on his loose manuscript, and were al
ready laughing over the rather illcg-
iblc chi"dgraphy.
Miss Fcrnall stood near tue door,
n uccouluscd, and very pretty, in
her blushes and uncertainty.
"Alico! Flora, don't" she appeal
ed.
"IPs no use, Miss Rosa said
Kenneth, deSpairingly, Girls, will
you be so kind as to leave my write
ing desk alone? There isno use in
looking in that drawer, ether uales,
YOU are particularly interested in
backing brushes aud old boots
"IIow can you, Flora y pleaded the
shocked Rosa. ....
"Oh, my, girls" twittercd Miss
E}gcworth, ccstaGcaIly, there's Il
bottle of real Fariua cologne. Out
with your pocket haudkcrchief5-be
quick Go on, Ken; what were you
saying?'
But Mr.. Ross preserved q stately
siledcc. -.-.--.--
"Don't be cross, Kennetb,' said
Flora. sprinkling scented dew on
her yellow curls from the slender
foreign, shaped bottle, "We'rc Going
down to the post Office now. Rosa
Fernall has written q twelve page
letter to her sweetheart out in Cana
da-" ..
"And' pursued the relentless
Flora, "we're going 10 post it, Come
girls, the sunis getting more opprcs-
siye every minute"
Aud the next moment Mr.. Ross
was lett alone in the simmer silence
of the room, with heavy musk roses
nodding at the open caSCmatC, and
the DREAMY murmut Ofmanlc bougLs
and far-OM beds in his car.
"AtWolvc page letter TO her sweet
heart !" pondercd Mr.. KcnncU, with
a very ominous contraction of his
eyebrows. "Shc must have had
something very interesting to write.
| wonder who he is, Canada, Ell? ]
wish it was Van Dioman's Land"
Mr.. Ross rose from his easy chair,
and began to walk up aud down the
floor.
"I's too confonndcd hott breathe
hcrcw he saii impatiently taking up
his straw hat, an so and take a
tramp in the woods. Twelve pages
what could she have found to fill up
twelve nages?"
Flora Edgcwcrth had succeeded in
plantinga thorn in her cousin breast,
all unconscious though she had been.
The sun was low in the cloudlcss
western sky when Kenneth Rose re-
turned from bis abstracted ramble in
the woods, and the wide, old-fash-
ioned country house was very still,
as he assembled the oaken staircase,
and went abscntly along the corridor
towards his. own apartment.
"IIalloW
| Mr.. Ross gazcd vacanly around
! the roomwilh something of The be-
wildered feeling that might have be,
lorrei to the Eastern prince, when
he found himself transported from
pole to pole inau enchanted dream
"I'm in the wrong room, TO be,
ueyc-fo there is Flora Edgeworth',
white zcphy', shawfon the bed, ant
Rosa's black velvet Derby hat, aut
no end of ribbons, and gloves, anC
ACE collars on the bureau. | don
, see how | ever came TO make eucl
bIundcr-I must have been in ;
brown study = -rL.. .s...a.
lie balanacd the coqucttish little
black velvet 'Derby hat9 Gu his hant
as he spoke.
so this is the fashionable style o
d cbapcau, CHI? 1t certoinly is Il flc
! tbat women borrow their chief dres
ideas nowadays iLom tBG, noblor sex
This hat is sjusl d fac similc Of my las
summers tile, and that little sacqu'
! with the Mg horn buttons ismy cuta
! way coat over again. l wonder nov
whether Rosgis little, hat would ii