The Tiffin tribune. (Tiffin, Ohio) 1868-1887, 1872-03-07
Kenneth's Ans6ltscGde.
Charming Story.

A Charming Story.
'Three girls domiciled in the very
next room. There's an end to my
writing for one month at least"
Kenneth Ross pushed his papers in
to a confused heap, and lighted a
cigar in a sort Of quiet despair.
"There are my cousins, Flora
Edgegworth. Alice Aymer and
Rosa Fernall-blue eyes, black eyes
and melting gray. BY the way
that monkey Rosa isn't bad look
ing. / rather fancy that peculiar
shade of filbert brown hair, and big
gray eyes and cheeks where the blood
fiutters like a pink pennon. Rosa
Fernal would make a study for my
next heroine-I may as well put her
to some useful purpose. Heigh :"
Kenneth Ross paused a moment,
as the peal of girlish laughter echoed
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 monkeysp
And Mr.. Ross looked rather COM
placently in the mirror opposite, which
reflected an oval brown face, with
shining black hair and mustache,
brilliant dark eyes, and q mirthful,
spirited mouth.
Tap, tap, tap, sounded softly on the
panel of his door, even while he was
engaged in taking his personal survey
of himself, and he had just time to
take his feet off the table before Miss
Flora Edgeworth put her sunshiny
little head into the room.
eyes"
"May we come in%
'Why, you'll come in whether /
grant permission or not, and may as
well say-Yes."
"I just want the girls to see what a
dear little scholarly den you have got
here, all hung with pictures and
merchants and deers' horns, and
darling dismal skulls, and"
Flora threw open the door and ad-
mitted her companiOns-Iosy, laugh
ing damsels of eighteen and twenty
one.
"HeTe he is, girls-the old bachelor
as he appears in his native wilds J"
Nov, I tell you what, young
ladies'" said Mr.. Ross, throwing his
half smoked cigar deliberately out of
the window. "I must trouble you to
be little less unceremonious."
For Alice and Flora had pounced
upon his loose manuscripts, and were
already laughing over the rather
illegible ehirography.
Miss Fernall stood near the door,
little confused, and very pretty, in her
bushes and uncertainty.
"Alice! Flora dOn't" sheappealed.
ats no use, Miss Rosa" said Ken
meth, despairingly. "Girls will you be
so kind as to leave my writing desk
alone? There is no use looking in
that drawer, either, unless you are
particularly interested In blacking
brushes and old bOOts.n
Chow can you, Flora ?" pleaded the
shocked Rosa.
"Oh, my, girlsp' twittered Miss
EdgeWOrth ecstatically, "here's bot
tie Of real Farina cologne. Out with
your pocket handkerchief quick" /"
But Mr.. Ross preserved a stately
silence.
"Don't be cross, Kenneth" said
Flora, sprinkling a scented dew drop
on her yellow curls from the slender,
foreign shaped bottle. "We're going
to the post Office now. Rosa Fernall
has written q twelve page letter to
her sweetheart out in Canada"
"FIora % exclaimed Rosa Fernall,
| turning scarlet.
"And,n pursued the relentless Flora,
'fwe're going to pOstit. Come, girls,
the sun is getting more oppressive
every minute"
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 murmur Of maple boughs
and far of bees in his ear.
"a twelve page letter to her sweet
heartv' pondered Mr.. Kenneth, with
a very ominOus contraction Of mis- eye
brows. "She must have had some
thing very interesting to write.
wonder who is Canada, eh? I wish
| it was Van Dieman's Land"
Mr.. Ross rose from his easy chair, and
began to walk up and down the floor.
HIVs too confOunded hot TO breathe
hereu' he said, impatiently, taking
up his straw hat, "I'll go and take q
tramp in the woods. Twelve pages
What could she have found to fill uI
twelve .pagesP
Flora Edgeworth had succeeded in
planting q thorn in her Cousins breast
all unconscious though she had been
The sun was low in the clOudles:
western sky, when Kenneth Ross re
turned from his distracted ramble il
the woods, and the wide, old-fashiOneC
country house was very still, as he as
cended the OAken stair case, and wen
absently along the corridor towards
his own apartment.
"HallO %
Mr.. Ross gazed vacantly around tn,
room with something of the bewilder
ed feeling that might have belOngeC
to the eastern prince when he fo0nC
himself transported from pole TO poll
in an enchanted dream.
Pm in the wrong room / do be
! lieve, for there is Flora EdgewOrth'
white zephyr shawl on the bed, ant
ROsa's black velvet Derby hat, and M
end Of ribbons, and gloves, and lac
collars on the bureau. / don't se
how l ever came to make such blum
der-I must have been in a brown
study ~
He balanced the c1quettish Iittl
black velvet Derby hat on his ham
, as he spoke.
$50 this is the fashionable style 0
the chapeau, Ell? 1t certainly is
fact that women borrow their dres
ideas now-a-days from the nobler sex
This is just a fac siHlile of my las
= summers tile, and that little saequ
with the big horn buttons is my cut
away coat over again. 1 wOnde
whether ROsa's little hat would Il
me?n
Mr.. Ross adjusted the article ofdres
on one side of his curls iauntily, an
, viewed himself, not ill-pleased in th
mirror.
'Upon my word, it tdOn'tlOok so bA
only this long, Tapping vail is cor
fOundedly in the way. And nov
where's the sacque. A little tight
the sleeve, but otherwise quite d.
9 cent fit, if q fellow holds his arms we
back. There's Alice's blue musli