Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1878-01-16

and |, exasperated, was fogging him
with the loaded butt-end Of my broken
whip, BrutuS nevertheless found time
to look at me, not only with Impotence
and surprise, but with rage and indigna-
ton. While [ required of the horse
the obedience he refused, he, on his
part, was expecting of me netting |
did not do. r
How did this end? To my shame be
it spoken, | was relentlessly and dis
gracefully unseated. Brutus saw there
was to be nothing gained by violence,
so judged it necessary to employ
malice. After moments pause, evil
IDENTITY passed in reflection, the horse
put down his head and stood upright
on his fore-legs, with the address and
equilibrium Of clown upon his hands.
[ was consequently deposited upoN the
sand, which fortunately happened to
be rather thick in the place where l
fell.
tried to raise myself but cried out
and fell stretched with my face towards
the ground. felt as if knife were
sticking in my left leg. The hurt did
not prove serious-the swapping of one
of the small tendous-but not the less
painful [ succeeded, however in turn
ing myself, and sat down; but while /
was rubbing my eyes, which were filled
with sand. saw the great foot Of
horse descend gently on my head,
again extend me upon my back. |
then felt quite disheartened, and was
Illuminating in my mind what this
strange horse could do, when | felt
quantity of sand strike me in the face
[ opened my eyes, and saw Brutus
throwing up the dust with both fore
and hind feet, trying to bury me. This
lasted for several minutes, when, appa-
rently thinking me sufficiently inferred,
Brutus knelt by my grave, and then
galloped round me, describing per-
feet circle. | called out to him to stop.
He appeared to be embarrassed; but,
seeing my hat, which had been separat-
ed from me in my fall, he took it be-
tween his teeth, and galloped down
one of the green paths out Of my sight.
was left alone. | shook off the
sand which covered me, and with my
arm and right leg-my left 1 could not
move-dragged myself to a bushy
bank, where Iseated myself and shout
ed with all my might for assistance
But no answer; the wood was perfectly
silent and deserted.
remained alone in this wretched con-
dition above half an hour, when | saw
Brutus in the distance, returning by
the same road by which he went, en-
veloped in a cloud of dust. Gradually,
as it cleared away, [ saw little carriage
approaching pony-chaise-and in
the pony-chaise a lady, who drove it,
with a small groom in the seat behind
A few instants after, Brutus arrived
covered with foam. He stopped before
me, let fall my hat at his feet, and ad-
dressed me with a neigh, as much as to
say: q haved done my duty, l have
brought you help" But 1 did not
trouble myself about Brutus and his
explanations; | had no thought or
looks save for the beautiful fairy who
had come to my aid, and who, jumping
from her little carriage, tripped lightly
up to me, and suddenly two exclama-
tons were uttered at the same moment.
Madame de Noriolis y
Monsieur de la Roche Targe!"
have an aunt, between whom and
myself marrying is a source Of continu-
al dispute.
Marry" she would say.
q will not" was my answer
"Would you have a young lady
There are Miss A, Miss B, Miss c."
But [ won't marry
Then take widow; there are
Mrs. D, Mrs. E, Mrs. F, etc.
But marry will not"
Madame de Noriolis was always in
the first rank among my aunts widows.
To tell me see was rich, lively, and
pretty was unnecessary; but after set
ting forth all her attractions, my aunt
would take from her secretary a map
of the district were she lived and point
out how the estates of Noriolis and La
Roche large joined and she had traced
red line upon the map uniting the
two properties, which she constantly
obliged me to look at Eight hundred
acres within ring-fence! A fine
chance for a sportsman" But would
shut my eyes and repeat as before, II
will never marry" Yet, seriously
speaking, was afraid of Madame de
Noriolis, and always saw her head en-
circled with an aureole of my aunt's red
line. Charming, sensible, talented, and
800 acres within a ring-fence Escape
for your safety if you will not marry.
And [ always did escape; but this
time retreat was impossible. [ lay ex-
tended on the turf, covered with sand,
my hair in disorder, my clothes in tat
tiers, and my leg stiff.
"What are you doing here?" inquired
Madame de Noriolis. "What has hap
pened?'
[ candidly confessed 1 had been
thrown.
"But you are not much hurt|
"No; but l have put something out
in my nothing serious, l am sure"
"And where is the horse which has
played you this trick?'
pointed out Brutus, who was quietly
grazing upon the shoots Of the broom.
"How! it is him, the good horse! He
has amply repaired his wrongs, as I will
relate to you later. But you must go
home directly"
How? / cannot move a stem"