The weekly Shasta courier. [volume] (Shasta, Calif.) 1872-190?, 1873-04-05

all the advantages 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 over and again that the late Monsieur
de Noriolis was fool. who was never so
happy as when he had succeeded in making
his wife exceptionally miserable, and that
consequently nothing would be easier then
for second husband to make himself
adOred.
Then, after lengthy eulogy of Madame
| de Noriolis' virtues, graces, and merits, my
aunt, who was very adroit, and knew my
vulnerable points, would take from her
secretary 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 Of convincing
me that, if l had any sense at all, | would
marry Madame de Noriolis. The chdteaur
of Noriolis and La Roche large figured on
the map, and were hardly five leagues apart.
My aunt having artfuly drawn a red line
around the two domains, would oblige me
to look at it, saying:
1.-TWO thousand one hundred acres, good
measure, and not a single division-hedge, if
Noriolis was united to La Roche-Targe
Eli, isn't that sufficient to persuade my
huntsman nephew?"
The temptation was 80 great that | could
only turn away and take refuge in my usual
refrain:
:" don't want to marry"
But felt that l was in danger neverthe-
less, really in danger and, whenever met
Madame de Noriolis, always saw her en-
circled by my aunt's red line, like an aureola,
and | couldn't help saying to myself:
Exceedingly pretty-there is no deny
ing it--and clever and sensible, too-two
thousand one hundred acres without a d.
vision-hed ge--humph Fly, Monsieur de
La Roche-Targe-hy, since you don't want
to marry"
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:
Non Dieu is it you, Monsieur de La
Roche large? What are you doing here !?
What has happened to your"
/ frankly confessed that I had been ig-
ANONYMOUSLY thrown.
you are not hurt, I hope?'
"No; not seriously, at all events. l 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.
Yes, that one he is the culprit."
What this noble fellow? Well, he has
fully made amends, assure you; but will
tell you all about that by-and-by. We
must first think about getting you home
al can not take a step"
40, 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
chaise. Two minutes more we we're on the
road to La Roche-Targe. We were alone
in the chaise, Bob having taken charge of
Brutus, who had shown no willingness to
be caught.
MAKE yourself comfortable, and keep
your leg as straight as you cam" said Ma
dame de Noriolis. al will drive you as
gently as possible"
In fact, she said great many little
amiable, womanly things, that l found it
very pleasant to listen to. Then, when she
saw me in comfortable position, she asked
me to tell her how 1 came to be thrown
saying that afterward she would tell me how
she CHANGED to come to my aid.
Ibegan my narrative, to which she lis
tened attentivelv until | commenced to de-
scribe Brutus' efforts to throw me, after the
two shots, when she cried, laughing in her
silverest tone:
40, 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 time
at the Cirque de rImperatrice, the feats Of
the trumpeter? A chdsseur d Afrigue
enters the arena on large, gray horse; the
Arabs follow, and shoot at the chasseur
who is wounded and fals-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 the ground ?''
told her of the effort he made to give
me decent burial.
1.-THE trumpeter's horse" she continued
-" towours the trumpeter's horse He seef
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? Started off on gallop, did he not p
"Yes, carrying my hat"
Instead of the colors, to prevent theil
falling into the hands of the enemy. There
being no flag, he took what he could find
And where does he go to p
"To find the uirandiere."
Precisely. He goes to find the riran
diere; and the rirdndiere, to-day, if yor
please, am l. the Countess of Noriolis.-
He entered my yard on gallop. l was or
the steps, putting on my gloves preparatory
to driving out. The stable-boys seeing
horse approach sadded and bridled, hal
in his mouth and without rider, tried t.
catch him; but he avoids them, and, com
ing straight to the steps, he falls on hi.
knees before me. The men try again t,
catch him, but he springs to his feet anG
starts off on gallop. At the gate he stops
looks back, and calls me-"
calls your
Yes, l assure you, calls me. l CRY Out
to the men to let him go, jump into m,
chaise aud follow him over roads not orig
inally intended for carriages; but no matter
i arrive and find you"
Just as Madame de Noriolis had finished
her narrative, the chaise received fearful
shock from the rear, and the next moment
saw Brutuss head towering proudly above
and behind us. He and Bob had been fol
lowing close behind, when, seeing tbs
grooms seat vacant, he had availed him
self of the opportunity thus offered to make