The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1895-08-28

10 be, Tn sure. IIe is the Landsomc-t
young man ! know"
"Oh, Flora, he don't compare with
MIR Ross"
Rosa, be honest, said Flora, (which
do you like best-CoGsin Ken OF Simon
Montrese2''
''Florar'
'.Tcll nae now, honestly"
The answer came in a low, half in
audible voice
"Kenneth.7
The heart under Alice's Sacque gave
great jump. Mr.. Ross head came in
contact with something on the upper
shelf, and down came rain OF band
boxes on his oeciput
There WAS an instant's terrified IL
lenee, and then all the girls began to
scream in chorus.
"How silly We all are"' said Rosa
TREMENDOUSLY; ''it's only the cat"
"As if a eat could make such noise
"a that" said Flora. "Call Uncle John,
Alice, do look and see what il isr'
"NO-yOu look, faltered Alice.
I'll look myself" said Rosa Fernall,
bravely advancing 10 the rescue. But
when the door handle refused to turn,
even she bianched.
''Some one is holding the door inside
Call the men,"
"rhere is no necessity" quoth voice
from behind the paGcIs, and the next
moment the door flew open, disclosing
a tall form in blue, and countenanee
whose utter sheepishness can never be
described,
"COusin Kenr' shrieked Flora
''Mr. Ross faltered Miss Fernall.
"Why, it can't be possibler' ejaeulat-
ed Alice.
And then the three girls clung To
each other in paroxysms Of laughter,
''The fact i, ladies'" commenced
Kenneth, confIsedly II Won't some
one help me Oh with This mouse trap
Miss Alice, I'm very sorry I've split
your >aeque, but Well, If you won't
stop laughing l can't explain, that's
the long and the short of itr'
But Rosa Fernall had stopped laugh
ing already, and the pink other cheeks
was deepening into scarlet. She had
just remembered the words carelessly
spoken not five minutes ago.
In an inexplicably short space Of
tire Mr.. Ross had torn ofrhis feminine
adOrnments and fled ANONYMOUSLY,
followed by peaIs Of laughter from his
cousin and Alice Aymer, R0sa-strange
piece of cOntradiction-had begun To
cry.
''Poor little thing, she's hysterical,"
said aunt Meg, who had just appeared
on the scene.
Bat Rosa was not hysterical.
The full, delicious moon OF summer
was in the mid-heavcn that night a.
Kenneth Ross strolled into the garden,
moodily pulling cigar, and contenl-
plating the feasibility OF leaving War
burgh t. avoid the girls sarcasm.
II was fool, - said he aloud; 'but--
Who's there?'
IL was Rosa, coming from the
lower part of the garden. By the full
brilliant moonlight ne slw the traces
Of tears on her cheek.
Rosa, you have been cryingr'
''NO, / haveu'tr' And to prove the
truth of her assertion, Rosa began 70
cry afresh.
''Look here, Rosa" said the young
man gravely, / have been thinking of
leaving Warbursh tomorrow"
Rosa cried on.
'But," pursued Mr.. Ross, "I'll stay
if-if-you'll only tell me 10 my face
what yOu told my cousin when / was
hidden away like foolish rat in trap,
Rosa. Speak, little oacr'
''What shall tell you:" fstltered Ro-
81.
THAT you love me. that you will be
my wife,
And she told him so-in the language
that lovers best like To hear.
And Mr.. Ross stayed in Warburgh,
and braved the ridicule of Alice and
Flora, with little Rosa marshalled on
his side.-Netr York NC.-s.