The Shasta courier., 1872-04-27
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schams and deers horns, and darling, dis
NAL skulls, and"-
Flora threw open the door and admitted
her mpanions-rosy, laughing damsels
OF eighteen and twenty one
"Here he is. girls; the old bachelor as
he appears in his native wilds !
"Now, tell you what, young ladies' y
said Mr.. Ross, throwing his ha fsmoked
cigar deliberately out of the window, 81
must trouble you to be a little less uncere-
monious."
For Alice and Flora had pounced on
his loose manuscript, and were already
laughing over the rather illegible chireg-
raphy,
Miss Fernall stood near the door little
confused and very pretty in her bushes
and uncertainty.
"Allce + lora don't " she appealed.
cts no use, Miss Rosa;" said Kenneth
despairingly. Girls, will you be so kind
as to leave my writing desk alone? There
is no use in looking III that drawer, either
unless you are particularly interested in
blacking brushes and old boots"
"How can you, Flora?" pleaded the
shocked Rosa
"Oh, my, girls :" twittered Miss Edge
worth, ecstatically, "here's bottle of real
Farina cologne. Out with your pocket
handkerchiefs-he quick Go on, Ken;
Whit were you saying?"
But Mr. Ross preserved stately silence
don't be cross, Kenneth" said Flora
sprinklng a scented dew on her yellow
curls from the lender, foreign shaped bot
tie. "Were going down to the post office
now. Rosa Farnell has written a twelve
page letter to her sweetheart out in Cana
da''-
"And," pursued the relentless Flora,
"we're gong to post it. Come, girls, the
sur is getting more oppressive every min
ute"
And the next moment Mr. Ross was
left alone in the summer silence of his
room, with heavy musk roses nodding at
the open easement, and the dreamy muir
mur Of maple boughs and far-off beds of
flowers in his ear.
"a twelve page letter to Der sweet
heart" pondered Kenneth Ross, with
very ominious contortion Of the eyebrows
"She must have had something very inter
esting to write. | wonder who he is
Canada, Ell? wish it was Van Die; ans
Land"
MIR. Ross rose from his easy chair, and
began to walk up and down the floor
''It's too contounded hot to breath here"
he said, impatientIy, taking up his straw
bat toll ho
woods. Twelve pages What could she
have f'u una to liil up twelve pages
Flora dgeworth had succeeded in
planting thorn in her cousins breast, all
unconscious though she had been
Thesun was low in the cloudltss western
sky when Kenneth Ross returned from his
distracted ranble in the woods, and the
wide, old fashioned country house was
very still as he ascended the oaken stair
case and went sbsently along the corridor
towards his apartment.
"Halo !"
Mr.. Ross eazed vacantly around the
room with something of the bewildered
feeling that might have belonged to the
Eastern Prince when he found himself
transported from pole to pole in an en-
chanted dream.
"lm in the wrong room. [ do believe
for there is Flora Edgeworth's white
zephyr shawl on the bed. and Rosa black
velvet Derby hat, and no end of ribbons
and gloves, and lace collars on the bureau.
| don't see how ever cau.e to make such
blunder-I must have been in a brown
study"
He balanced the coqucttish little black
velvet Derby hat on his hand as he spoke.
$50 this is the fashionable style OF cha
peau, eh 1t certainly is a fact that
women borrow their chief dress ideas now
adays from the nober sex. This hat is
facsimile of my last summers style, and
that little sacque with the big horn but
tons is my cutaway coat over again |
wonder now whether Rosa little blue hat
would fit me
Mr.. Ross adjusted the article of dress
on one side of his curls jauntily, and
viewed himself, not i'll pleased, in the
mirror.
Upon my word, it don't look SO bad,
only this long Tapping veil is confoundedly
in the way. And now where's the sacque
A little tight in the sleeve, but otherwise
a decent fit, if fellow holds his arms
we i back. There's Alice's blue muslin
dress. I've two minds and half to put
it on, Just for the fun of the thing
A momentary silence eDsued, followed
by the rustling of muslin.
Don't meet round the waist by good
six inches, but | can hold it up. wonder
what makes The thing drag on the floor
and hang round ones legs so? Oh, |
know; the crinoline wants to 90 under
For the dignity of manhood we are
reluctant to chronicle the fact that our
hero. so intent on the tableaux solitaire,
did actually, then and there, proceed to
the closet and practically take down
hoop skirt, which he solemDly put on
Jupiter how comlcal 1t feels !. . be
calculated, with an amused face "Why,
| should not dare 60 within a yard of a
vase or statuette, and I'm certain | should
swamp all the chairs and tables | came
near. Bother this trailing musln-al-
ways in the way
For Mr. Ross had very unthinkirgly
plunged his masculine boot through h
delicate fabric OF the drcss-