The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1871-09-05
AN UNPLEAsANTnRREplcAMENT.
ssTTynREE giii.,I Id6In.ieiIed X Ihlar Ihlaa 1orHn nH
II next z tItIs IrtoIsomi . There's al al end q

@There is my cousin Flora, Alice Az
1mer, and Rosa Fernall-1blue eyes, black
eyes, and melting grey. BY the way,
that little monkey Rosa isn't bad looking.
i rather fancy that peculiar shade of FL
bert.brown hair, and big grey eyes, aud.
cheeks where the blood Hutters like pink
pennon. ID Rosa Fernall would make a
tolerable study for my next heroine. /
may as well put her to some useful pur-
pose. HeighoP ,en ii Wud 7ofbra .Ea,
Kenneth Ross paused a moment, as the
pealsof girlish laughter echoed in the adj
joining apartment. ogcf s,ib,r ,-s r,.,I
"Ihey're laughing at me, III wager
my opal scarfpin, Girls always think a,
bachelor fair game they've no more re-
spect for the dignity Of man than SO ma
ny Brazilian monkeys " ~. - - 80,
And Mr.. Ross looked rather .compla-
Gently in the mirror opposite, which re-
hected an oval brown face, with shining
black hair and mustache, brilliant dark
eyes, and mirthful spirited mouth. ''1 .7 o
Tap i tap tap sounded softly on the
pannel Of his door, even while he was en-.
gagged in taking this personal survey Of
himself, and he had Just time to take his
heels off the table before Miss Flora Edg-
worth put her sunshiny little head into
the room. 0hi b3lrd 9r3w si0iiq ov3 at.
ss Cousin Kenneth, are you there ?"
O" Yes4sbImi iitI .haIn,ri g'erurs f.a
y"May we come in ?2l, s5rrii-5 81 I.,-.1n
@" Why, you'll como in, whether grant
permission or not, and / may as well say
yes" .ylu adf ly maesI s,i 4e7, .'-.7-
81 just want the girls to see what q
dear little scholarly den you've got here,
all hung with pictures and meerchaums
and, deer horns, and darling dismal skulls
Flora threw open the door, and admit
ted her companions-rosy, laughing dam
sells Of eighteen and twenty-one 7vhe
Here he is, girls; the old bachelor,
as he appears in his native wildsp' .'
"Now, I tell you what, young ladies'"
said Mr., Ross, throwing his half-smoked
cigar deliberately out Of the window,
+" I'll trouble you to be a little less uncer-
emonious!" y l,i'Da Hoi'filsiri"bF hlh
For Alice and Flora had pounced on
his loose manuscript, and were already
laughing over the rather illegible chiro-
graphy. s9de1aN 1'aaT Hom3 gam1ot e.
Miss Fernall stood near the door, lit
tie confused, and very pretty, in her
bushes and uncertainty sl'9a uielg iuli.l1.
"Alice Flora .ldon'tp she appealed.
o.G It's no use, Miss Rosa y said Ken
meth, despairingly, I" Girls, will you be
so kind as, to leave my writing desk
alone p? There's no use in looking into
that drawer, either, unless you are par
ticularly interested in blacking brushes
and old boots" ."'' l-'N" 'l'' ~ .aa.i"
How can you, Flora ?" pleaded the
shocked Rosa. '''' i'- l'
1'HOh, my girls," twittered Miss Edge
worth, ecstatically, ,n'there's bottle of
real Farina Cologne; Out with your
pocket handkerchiefs--quickl Go on,
Ken; what were you sayingT g9l 1E57
But Mr.. Ross preserved a stately 81
lence. hgE siilrl E5lIEg atI haysfi.lb 9fht
sstDon't be cross, Kenneth" said Flora,
sprinkling a scented dew on her yellow
curls from the slender, foreign shaped
bottle. We're going to the post7ofice
now, Rosa Fernall has written a twelve
page letter to. her sweetheart out in
CanadaT5di boxias s.ll ssiifs.Hus slr
tSH Flora exclaimed Rosa Fernall turn
ing scarlet sali,l sai ar,os s.ls .i,5,
oiJH And,p pursued the relentless Flora,
"we're going to post it. Come, girls ;
the sun is getting more oppressive every
moment, ,rolqxE 11LE0I ,utrr,Li
n And the next moment Mr.. Ross was
left alone in the summer silence of the
room, with heavy musk roses nodding at
the open easement, and the dreamy mur,
mpr mpr Of maple boughs and far.off bees in
his ear, '''s' o',''r a''i"u
'4a A twelye-page letter to her sweet
heart !" pondered Mr.. Kenneth, with q
very ominous contraction Of his eye
brows. 'a She must have had something
very interesting to write i wonder who
he is. Canada, eh POI wishit was Var
Dieman's Land "i"o 3t.115 OFT yiui.,y
Mr. Ross rose from his easy chair, anG
began to walk up and down the floor. %
tr cts too confoundod hot TO breathe
herel ~ he said, ippatiently taking up hi
straw hat. oo@Hll go and take tramp il
the woods. Twelve pages what coulC
she have found to fill up twelve pages ?
Flora Edgeworth had succeeded il
planting a ranking thorn in her cousin
breast, all unconscious though she hac
been. ,,,.r ~. f
The sun was low in the cloudless Yves
tern skv when Kenneth Ross refurne,