The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1873-05-03

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my nat, Mh ,rnceremoniusly into the sand, and
uump e. feet from me. At sight OF 1t Brutus
lay he relieyed of his embarrassment.
5 n ii,,n,ediately went toward 1t, picked it
~ ne ,v,b his teeth and started off at q brisk
u up down one Of the six alleys that have
mentioned. 2 st&-kf &5&
Brutus disappeared, and remained alone.
Never was man more puzzled-confounded
What the strange conduct Of the horse meant
was more than l could divine. I shock off
the sand that partially covered me and
crawed oD my hands to a little spot of yrass
at the corner Of one of the alleys. Arrived
there, made myself as Comfortable az nos
sible, and then cried out at the ton of INV
voice, in the hope of making myself heard
by some onA. But l got no response. The
PARK, at least the park where I was, seemed
10 be entirely deserted. There was only one
thing to do-to wait until some one came
that way.
had been full half hour in this unenvia-
Bile position, when l espied Brutus long dis
lance off, at the end of the alley by which ne
had disappeared, galloping toward me IN
big cloud of dust. Little by little, as he
came nearer, l discovered ere a pony cna,se IN
who was driving herself, and, behind the lady,
a groom.
A few minutes after this welcome discov-
erv. Brutus, covered with foam, stopped be-
fore me and let my hat fall at my feet, sa-
luting me with sympathetic whinny, which
seemed to say: II went for help, sir: and
and here it is" But had no eyes for Bru-
tus, nor ears for his explanations. My SEN
ses were occupied with the ministerng fairy,
who sprang lightly from her little carriage
and fastened toward me. She, too, on her
part, looked at me very inquiringly, and sud-
denly we cried out in one breath, respective
ly: t-gn,
Madame de Noriolisr'
Monsieur de La Roche Targew
Now, have an aunt-and for years be-
tween her and me there has been contin-
ued battle.
SEE marriedr' size has insisted.
II don want to marry" JitH
"Do you want young girl? have
Mademoiselle A, Mademoiselle B.,
Ma,lemoiselle c., ETC." 80 II ~
Il don't want to marry!'
DO you want q widow? / have Madame
D., Madame E., Madame F., and so
on.'' E 8.aass = ses
Madame de Noriolis always figured among
the first of my aunt's widows, and noticed
that she never failed to dwell at 'ength on all
the advantages she saw in this union. 1t
was not necessary for her to tell me that
Madame de Noriolis was pretty-any one
could see that without prompting-or that
she was rich. She choose, rather, to remind
me, ever and again, that the late Monsieur
de Noriols was a fool, who was never so
happy as when he had succeeded in mailing
his wife exceedingly miserable. and that
consequently nothing would be easier than
for her second husband to make himself
adored.
Then, after lengthy eulogy of Madame de
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aunt, who was very adroit, and knew my
vulnerable points, would take fro her sec
rotary map of the neighborhood and spread
it out on the table, The map was very exact
and complete and had been bought for the
sole purpose convincing me that, if had
any sense at all, would marry Madame de
Noriolis. The chdtedur of Noriolis and La
Roche-Targe figured on the map, and were
hardly five leagues apart My aunt, having
mains, would oblige me to look at it say
irg: - rs ~ "
1.-TWO thousand one hundred acres, good
measure, and not single division hedge if,
Noriolis were united to La Roche-Targe! Eth,
isn't that sufficient to persuade my hunts
man nephew % y
The temptation was 80 great that I could
only turn away and take refuge in my usual
refrain:
4 don't want to marry t4-s-s s754
But felt tina was il danger, neverthe-
less. really in danger; and whenever / met
Madame de Noriolis, always saw her epcir-
cled by my aunt's red line. like an aureola, land
l could not help saying to myself: a-s1s
Exceedingly pretty--there's 20 denying it
and clever and sensible, too,-two thous-
and one hundred acres without division
hedge! BY, Monsieur de La Roche large
fly, since you don't want to marry!' 11
And fly would, and always did but how
could | fly this time? There was, stretch
ed 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,
dashing and fair, the red line wound all
around her as usual, and asking in her most
seductive tones:
"Mon Dieu! is it you, Monsieur de La
Roche large? What are you doing here?
What has b ppened to you?'
frankly confessed that I had been igno-
miniously thrown. f-F---
'sYou are not hurt, / hope?"
mo; not seriously, at all events. have
strained Ivy right leg little, but it is not seri
Gus, am sure" &C..
Sand what horse actedso badly--not this
one, certainly?" pointing to Brutus, who was
quietly browsing near at hand.
eyes, that one; he is the culprit."
"Whatl 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"
81 cannot take step1'
''Oh, i will drive you home at the risk OF
compromising YOU"
And she called Bob, the groom, who took
me by one arm, while she took me by the
other and helped me into her chaise. Two
minutes more and we were IN the road to La
Roc e-Targe. We were alone in the chaise,
Bob having taken charge of Brutus, who had
shown no unwillingness to be caught.
"Make your, elf comfortable and keep your
leg as straight as you can," said Madame de
Noolis. Il will drive YOU as gently as pos
sible.' aasa Ia2'-asd =; s'so~ -
In fact, she said great many little amia-
BILE, wonanly things that I found it very
pleasant to listen to-. Then, when she saw
me in a comfortable position, she asked me to
tell her now came to be thrown, saying that
afterward she would tell me how she CHANGED
to come to my aid. ii-'
1 began my narrative TO which she Ii tened
attentively until / commenced to describe
Brutus efforts to throw me, after the two
shots, when she cried, laughing in her silver
est tones:
| sob, see it all! Isee it ALL You have
bought the trumpeter holser'
''The trumpeter's horse?
s"Why, yes; and that explains the whols
mystery. Have you not seen, many time
at the irque de PImp ratrice, the feats o.
the horse of the trumpeter? A chGsse,,
G'AjriQue enters the arena on a large, gray
horse; he Arabs follow and shoot at the
chasseur, who is wounded and falls-and, as
you did not fall, the horse, indignant at this
neglect of duty, threw you off. And what
did he do when you were on tue ground p
! told her of the effort he made to give me-
! q decent burial.
! sThe trumpeters horsep' she continued