The Louisiana Democrat. [volume] (Alexandria, La.) 1845-1918, 1872-10-09

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ridiculous accident, but what farthe
passed between them is only known t
themselves.
John Peyton repaired the broker
glrth, fastened the saddle again on tn,
horse, placed the lady in her seat, bade
her good evening, mounted his horse
and taking another road down the Elk.
horn, rode rapidly home, leaving the
General to escort the widow.
Ills not necessary to relate how he
entertained his fair companion with his
ponderous anecdotes Of Mr.. Clay and
other famous public men {; but when he
reached tile Fauntleroy place, lie &C.
cepted the lady's invitation to dis.
mount and take tea with her.
! After having changed her wet cloth.
ing, the pretty widow entertained her
gnest with her brightest smiles and
some new songs. The General
was delighted, and expressed his de
light, as Kentucky gentlemen of that
day would do. "You are the finest
songstress, madam, in the bluegrass
region"
When he babe her goodnight, and
shook hands with her on the norch.
the wicked little widow gave his hand
a little squeeze, only a little, but it
thrilled like an electric shock through
his great ponderous frame, while she
laughingly reminded him of his wager.
That night in bis dreams, the little
widow Fauntleroy was repeated so
often, and in so many bewitching
forms, that he resolved to propose to
her at their first meeting, nor did he
dream that he could be refused.
The next morning q letter from lis
tobacco factor called General Peyton
to Louisville, and before his return the
political contest in the Ashland dis
trict was over; and, wonderful to re.
late, John G. breckenridge, the young
Democrat, was elected to Congress.
General Peyton was both astonislled
and indignant. "Mr. Clay's district,
sir, the finest congressional, district in
the blue grass region, has disgraced
itself, sir" was almost his first remark
to his neighbor, Colonel Beaufort.
To his son, John, he communicated
his intention of bringing Mrs. Fauntle-
roy to adorn the head of his table.
"Sir, she is the finest lady in the
Bluegrass region, and | hope, sir, you
will always respect your future
mother"
John, with quiet smile, assured
him that be was pleased with his
choice. This pleased the General high.
~, for he had been little afraid John
would object to stept-motber your.
ger than himself.
The next morning the General
ordered Powhattan brought out and
led over to Mrs Fauntleroy's. Calling
John, he requested him to call upon
Mrs. Fanntleroy.
"The Wing party has disgraced It,.
self in Mr.. Clay's district, sir, and am
compelled to part with the finest
blooded horse in the State to pay o
wager with that lady, sir"
The servant then led Powhattan' to
the hitching rail IN front of Mrs.
Fauntleroy's yard, and having tied
him, had gone into the quarters to tell
his colored brothers and sisters of
their mistress's good luck in having
won the famous horse Powhattan.
When General Peyton and John
arrived they found the pretty widow
and two young lady friends in the
yard admiring Powhattan. m
''Madam," said the General, to Mrs.
Fauntleroy, II have come, like a true
Kentucky gentleman, to pay the wager
l have lost. Powhattan, madam, is
rightfully yours"
"But, General, / believe the wager
was conditional. It was the horse or
anything else on the place, was it not I"
"Madam, yon are correct, but can
not permit you to select an inferior
animal"
"You have another and superior ami
NAL here" replied the widow, blush
ing. "Your SOD, John; If he would
but use his tongue. l think / shall
choose him"
The General rose, and in his blandest
manner bade the ladies good morning.
To John he said:
'.Sir, you will remain.n
General Peyton never forpave hi.
danghter-i law her practical Joke. In
after years he used to. say:
"Sir, she is the finest lady in the
bluegrass region, but she lacks taste,
I@ A wag was requested by an |
old lady to read the newspaper for
her. He took it up and read as
follows: ''Last night. yesterday
morning, about one o'clock in the
afternoon, before breakfast, a hun
cry boy. about forty years old, pur-
chased a custard for a levy, and
threw it through a brick wall nine
|eet thick, and jumped over it.