Fayette County herald. [volume] (Washington [Washington Court House], Fayette County, O. [Ohio]) 1860-1???, 1872-02-22
KENNETH's AMBUsCADE.

FSThree girls domiciled in the very
next room. There's an end of my
writing for one month at least"
Kenneth Ross pushed his papers in
to a confused heap, and lighted ci-
gar in sort of quiet despair.
"There are my cousins, Flora, al
ice, Aymer and Rosa Fernall-blue
eyes, black eyes and melting gray. BY
the way that monkey Rosa isn't had
looking, I rather fancy that peculiar
shade of f!bert brown hair, and big
gray eyes, and cheeks where the blood
1utters like a pink pennon Rosa
Fernall would make a tolerable study
for my next heroine-I may as well
put her to some useful purpose
Heigho %
Kenneh Ross paused a moment as
the peal of girlish laughter echoed in
the adjoining apartment.
'STheY are laughing at me- I'll wa
ger my opal scarf. Girls always think
a bachelor fair game; they've no more
respect for the dignity of man than so
many Brazilian monkeys"
And Mr.. Ross looked rather com
placently i'll the mirror opposite, which
reflected an oval brown face, with
shining black hair and mustache, bril-
liant dark eyes and a mirthful, spirited
mouth. 1tA.-'.
Tap! tap! tap! sounded softly on
the pannel of his door even while he
was engaged in taking this personal
survey of himself. and he had just
time to take his feet off the table be
fore Miss Flora Edgeworth put her
sunshiny little head into the room
"Cousin Kenneth, are you there ?''
s'Yes''
MAY we come in ?"
"Why, you'll come in whether I
grant permission or not, and may as
well say-Yes." Sos
Il just want the girls to see. what g
dear little scholarly den you have got
here. all hung with pictures and meer
schaums, and deer's horns and darl
ing, dismal skulls, and"-
Flora threw open the door and ad-
mitted her companions--rosy laugh
ing damsels of eighteen and twenty
one.
"Here he is, girls; the old bache
lor, as he appears in his native
wilds !''
"Now, I tell you what, young la
dies said Mr.. Ross, throwing his hal
smoked cigar deliberately out the win
dow, Il must otrqubte you to. be q lit
tie less unceremonious'
For Alice and Flora had pouncec
upon his loose manuscript, and wert
already laughing over the rather illeg
ible chirography.
Miss Fernall stood near the door,
little confused, and very pretty, il
her bushes and uncertainty.
'Alice Flora! don't!' she appeal
ed
"It's no nse, Miss Rose" said Ken
; meth, despairingly, "Girls, will you b
SO kind as to leave my writing desl
alone? There is no use looking il
that drawer, either, unless you ar
particularly interested in blackin:
brushes and old boots"
''How can you, Flora % pleade,
the shocked Rosa.
ooh, my, girls" twittered Mis-
Edgeworth, extaticalIy, "here's bot
: tie of real Farina cologne. Out wit
) your pocket handkerchiefs = b
quick!'
But Mr.. Ross preserved statel
silence.
'sDon't be cross, Kenneth" sail
: Flora, sprinkling a scented dew on he
. yellow curls from the slender, foreigl
shaped bottle. ssWe're going to th
post Office now. Rosa Fernall ha
written twelve page letter to he
sweetheart out in Canada
/, "Flora y exclaimed Rosa Fernall
turning scarlet.
"And," pursued the relentless Flo
! ra, "we're going to post it, Come
! girls, the sun is getting more oppres
y sive every moment
] And the next moment Mr. Ross wa
left alone in the summer silence of tn
room, with heavy musk roses noddiD
at the open window and the dream
murmur of maple boughs and faro
bees in his ear.
ga twelve page letter to her swee
heart!" pondered Mr.. Kenneth with
very ominous contraction of his eye
brows. '.She must have somethin
very interesting to write. I wondt
, who is in Canada, eh? l wish it we
). Van Dieman's Land"
Mr.. Ross rose from his easy chai
: and began to walk up and down th
floor.
q 'sIt's too confounded hot to breatE
herer' he said, impatiently, taking l
Il his straw hat, "I'll go and take
tramp in the woods. Twelve pages
! what could she have found to fill 1
twelve pages ?"
f Flora Edgeworth had succeeded
planting thorn in her cousins breas
v all unconscious though she h;
been.
nj The sun was low in the cloudle
western sky, when Kenneth Ross 7
II turned from his abstracted ramble
the woods, and the wide oIdfashion'
" country house was very still, as he a
cended the oaken staircase, and we
K absently along the corridor towar
his own apartments.
* ''Hallo !"
Mr.. Ross gazed vacantly around t
~ room with something of the bewilde
ed feeling that might have belong
A. to the eastern prince, when he -four
himself transported from pole to pc
sy in an enchanted dream.
I'm in the wrong room I do b
n lieve, for there is Flora Edgeworth
white zephyr shawl on the bed, al