The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1886-03-03
KRxNETn's AMBuscADE.

"Altiub lVl lhuNkut ~ toasN
Kenneth Ross pushed his papers
into a confused heap aud lighted a
cigar in d sort Of quiet despair.
"There are my cousins-Flors,
Alice Aymer and Rosa Fernall,
blue eyes, black eyes and melting
gray. By the way, that monkey
Rosa isn't bad looking. / rather
fancy that peculiar shade Of flbert
brown hair, and big gray eyes, and
cheeks where The blood aulterslike
"a pink pennon. Rosa Fernall
would be a toIerable study for my
next heroine-T may as well put
her TO some useful purpose
HeiFhol'l
Kenneth Ross paused q moment
as a 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 OIL
a man than so many Brazilian
monkeys"
And Mr.. Ross looked rather com
placently in the mirror opposite,
which reflected an oval brown face
with shining black hair and nous.
tache, brilliant dark eyes, aud q
mirthful, spirited mouth.
Tapl tapI tap! sounded softly or
the panel Of his door, even while
be was engaged in taking a per
sonal survey Of himself, and he had
just time to take his feet off the
table before Flora Edgeworth pul
her sunshiny head into the room
"Cousin Kenneth, are you thereP'
"Yes."
"May We come INF"
"why, you'll come in whether
grant you permission or not, SO
may as we'll say yes"
~ just want the girls tope wha
a dear little scholarly den you bav,
got here, all hung with pictures
and meerschauns, and deer horns
and darling dismal skulls, and"
Flora threw open the door ant
admitted her companiOns-rosy
laughing damsels Of eighteen ant
twenly.One years.
"Here be is, girls; the old baehe
lor as he appears in his natiy,
wildl"
snow, I iell,you what, young la
dies" said Mr.. Ross, throwing BIZ
halfsmoked cigar deliberately gu
Of the window. a must troubl,
you to be a little less unceremoni
ous."
For Alice and Flora had pounCet
upon. his loose manuscript, ant
were already laughing over th,
rather illegible chirography,
Miss Feruall stood near the door
a little confused, and very prett!
in her bushes and uncertainty.
"Alicel Floral DON'T" she ap
pealed.
"It's no use, Miss Rosa" sale
Kenneth, despairingly, "Girls
will you be kind enough to leav,
my writing desk alone2 There il
no use looking in that drawer
either, unless yop are PARTICULAR!
interested in blaCking brushes anc
boots"
"How can you, FloraH" PLEADED
shocking Rosa.
"oh, my, girlsl" twittered Mis-
Edgeworth, ecstatically, "hsre's
bottle of real Farina cologne. 0u
with your pocket handkerchiefs-
be quick"
But Miss Rosa preserved q state
iy silence.
"Don't be cross, Kenneth" sal,
Flora, sprinkling a scented dew OF
her yellow curls from the slender
foreign shaped bottle. "We're 60
ing to the post Office now. Ros,
Fernall has written a twelve.pag
letter to her lover in Canada"
"Flora!" exclaimed Rosa Fernall
turning scarlet,
"And," pursued the relentles
Flora, "We're going to post it,
Come, girls, the sun is getting NOR
oppressive every minute"
And the next moment Mr.. Ros
was left alone in the summer of th
room, with heavy musk roses nod
ding at the open easement, and th
dreamy murmur of the mapl
coughs In his ear.
"a twelve.page letter to her lov
err pondored Mr.. Ross, with a yer.
auriasss-OeatrfCti0r Of iiiE Byv
brOwS. "she must have some
thing very interesting to write,
wonder who he is, Canada ehH
wish ii was Van Diemau's Land.
Mr. Ross rosa Fron HE o,uv chs;