The Columbia herald. [volume] (Columbia, Tenn.) 1850-1873, 1873-05-09
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I But I felt that I was in danger, never
/ theless, really in danger; and, where
ever 1 met Madame de Noriolis, I al
ways saw her encircled by my aunt
red line, like an aureola, and couldn'
help saying to myself:
Exceedingly pretty = there's NJ
denying it-and clever and sensible
too-two thousand one hundred acre
without division-hedge-hum Fly
Monsieur de La Roche-Targe-fy, sine,
you don't want to marry p
And fly would, and always did bu
how could / fly this time? There I was
stretched out on the grass, covered
with sand, my hair in disorder, my
clothes torn, and one leg that. refused
to do me service and now there stood
Madame de Noriolis before me, dashine
and fair, the red line wound all around
her as usual, and asking, in her most
seductive tones
Non Dieo! is it you, Monsieur de
La Roche-Targe? What are you doing
here? What has happened to you?"
I frankly confessed that I had been
ANONYMOUSLY thrown.
You are not hurt, hope %
"No not seriously, at all events.
have strained my right leg little; but
it is not serious, am sure.
''And what horse acted so badly
not this one, certainly ?' pointing to
Brutus, who was quietly browsing near
at hand
eyes, that one; he is the culprit"
"What ! this noble fellow? Well,
he has fully made amends, I assure you;
| but / will tell you all about that by and
by. We must first think about getting
you home"
"I cannot take a STEP"
"Oh, I will drive you home, at the
risk of compromising you"
And she called Bob, the little groom,
who took me by one arm, while she
took me by the other, and helped me
into her ciaise Two minutes more,
and we were on the road to La Roche
large. We were alone in the chaise,
Bob having taken charge of Brutna,
who had shown no unwillingness to be
caught.
Make yourself comfortable, and
keep your leg as straight as you can,"
said Madame de NoriOlis. [ will
drive you as gently as possible"
In fact, she said a great many little,
amiabIe, womanly things, that 1 found
it very pleasant to listen to. Then,
when she saw me in a comfortable po-
sition, she asked me to tell her how
came to be thrown, saying that after
ward she would tell me how she CHANGED
to come to my aid.
I began my narrative, to which she
listened attentively until I commenced
to describe Brutus's efforts to throw
me, after the two shots, when she cried,
laughing in her silveriest tones
"Oh, see it all I see it all You
have bought the trumpeter's horse !"
1.-The trumpeter's horse ?"
"Why, yes; and that explains the
whole mystery. Have you not seen,
many a time, at the cirque de limpera-
trice, the feats of the horse Of the
trumpeter? A chasse1tr a. Atrique en-
tiers the arena on large gray horse
the Arabs follow, and shoot at the
ct0sSeatr, who is wounded and falls
and, as you did not fall, the horse, in
d1gnant at this neglect of duty, threw
you off And what did he do when you !
were on the ground p
l told her the effort he made to give
me decent burial
"The trumpeter's horse !" she con-
tinued :" toUjOors the trumpeter's
horsel He sees that his master is
wounded; the Arabs may come and
dispatch him. So, what does he do?
He buries him. And what did he do
then? Started off on a gallop, did he
not ?"
Eyes, carrying my hat"
" Instead of the colors, to. prevent
their falling into the hands of the en-
emy. There being no flag, he took
what he could find. And where does
he go?'
"PreciseIy. He goes to find the ~
Vd1adiere;. and the V6Uandiere, to-day,
if you please, am I, the countess of
Noriolis. He entered my yard on a
gallop. I was on the steps putting on
my gloves preparatory to driving out. |
The stable-boys, seeing a horse ap-
proach, saddled and bridled, hat in |
his mouth, and without rider, tried to |
catch him but he avoids them, and,
coming straight to the steps, he falls on
his knees before me. The men try
again to catch him, but he springs to |
his feet and starte off on a gallop. At |
the gate he stops, looks back and calls |
me"
"Calls you ?"
eyes, assure you, calls me- I cry |
out to the men to let him go, jump into |
my chaise and follow him over roads |
not originally intended for carriages |
but no matter-I arrive, and find you"
Just as Madame had finished her |
narrative, the chaise received a fearful |
shock from the rear, and the next mo- |
ment we saw Brutus's head towering |
proudly above and behind us. He and |
Bob had been following close behind, |
when, seeing the groom's seat vacant, |
he had availed himself of the Oppor- |
tunity thus offered to make a further |
exhibition to his new master of his ac-
complishments. He had reared up, and |
placed his fore-feet on the vacant seat;
and now, with Bob clinging, for dear
life, to his name and the pOmmel of the |
saddle, he was trotting along on his |
hind-feet only, with.all the nonchalance
in the world.
As for Madame de Noriolis, she was
so terrified that she dropped the reins |
and threw herself into my arms-dear,
adorable Madame de Noriolis land |
rested her little head against my
shoulder. With the left hand caught |
up the reins, and with the right I sup |
ported Madame de Noriohs. Ny leg !
hurt me most fearfully still L bore 1t |
without a murmur, and continued to
support my lovely burden.
It was thus that Madame de Noriolis |
made her first visit to La Roche-Targe. |
When she returned about midnight, |
some six weeks afterward, having dur
ing the day become Madame de La |
Roche-Targe, she said to me
"What strange thing life is, my
dear Nothing of all this would have
been but for-the trumpeter's horse"
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