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

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Mr. Ross gazed yacantlyl around.
tbs room with something Of the be.
wilderedifeeliDg that might have
belonged To the Eastern prince,
when be found himself transported
from pole 10 pele in an enchanted
dream.
am in che wrong room, | do be-
lieve, for there is Flora Edge
worth's white zephyr shawl on The
bed, and Rosa's black velvet Derby
hat, and no end Of ribbons and
gloves aud lace collars on the bu,
reau. ! don't see how / came %
make such q mistake Imusl have
beensin brown study
Heibalahced the coquettish little
black velvet "Derby hatp on his
hand as he spoke.
$50 this Is the fashionable style
of the chspsau, eh2 1t certainly is
a fact that women borrow their
dress ideas now a-days from the no.
bier sex. This is just a fac simile
Of my last summers style, sndtha
little sacque with the big horn but.
tons is my Cut.away coat over again.
wonder whether Rosa's little hat
would ct me-"
Mr.. Ross adjusted the article o.
dress upon one side. Of bis curls
jauntily, and viewed himself in the
mirror.
"UpOn my word, ,.it don't look SO
bad, only this long, Tapping veil is
confouudedly in the way. And
now where's the sacque2 A little
tight in the sleeve, but otherwise
quite a decent ct, if a fellow holds
his arms well back. There's Alice's
blue muslin dress. I've n mind 10
put it on, just for the fun of the
thing"
A momentary silence ensued,
followed BY the rustling Of muslin.
"DOn't meet around my waist by
a good six inches, but | can hold it
up. l wonder what makes the
thing drag on the floor and hang
around ones legs SO. Oh, the Grin.
oline ought to go under"
For the dignity Of manhood
we are reluctant to chronicle the
fact that our hero, intent on the
tableau, solitaire, did actually then
and there proceed to The closet,
and practically take down a whoopi
skirt, which he solsmply put on.
"Jupiterl how comically it feelsl"
he CALCULATED, with an amused face.
"Why l should not dare to go with.
in a yard Of "a vase or staLuette, and
| am quite certain l should swamp
all the tables and chairs 1 came
uear. Bother the trailing muslin
always in the way"
Mr.. Ross had unthinkingly
plungedhis masculine boot through
the delicate fabric Of the dress.
"I'm mol certain but that should
make quite nice.looking woman" +"
unused Kenneth, strutting back,
wards and forwards before the mir.
ror, with his Derby hat balanced
dainty and the blue muslin re.
vealing about a foot and a half Of
calfskin boots and trousers. "on
the who!e-Tomb of the prophet
is that the girls2"
Mr.. Ross gave q blindly desper.
ate jerka the sacque aud a pull
at the crinolins, but all in vain.
The sweet, gay voices, intermin.
gled With u ringing laugh here and
there, or a snatch Of song, drew
nearer and nearer
For an instant Mr.. Ross wildly
contemplated a rush through the
hall to his own door, but a mo.
ment's reflection showed him that
such a retreat would be utterly i'm.
possible.
"I must stay and face it out" he
thought with a cold perspiration
breaking out on his forehead; shut
hold on, there's the closet. It's
just possible they will only stay
here for a minute or two"
And Mr.. Kenneth Ross, totally
oblivious to the majesty of man,
fed precipitately into the closet,
tumbling over his criuolins and
muslin in a most disastrous man.
ner, hopelessly splitting open the
seams Of poor AliCe's saucque.
"Why the duece didn't 1 think
to secure the keyH" he thought, as
the girls streamed into the room
However i Gao hold tight on the
'Tdoor handle II any one attempts to
get 10, If-by Jove-the girls
should see me in this rig, I should
never hear the last Of il. 1 don't
see why I'm obliged 70 play caves.
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