The anti-monopolist. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1874-1878, 1878-01-24
The Anti-AGonopo1ist.

No; but have put something out in
my leg-nothing serious, am sure"
'sAnd where is the horse which has
played you such trick?"
pointed out Brutus who was quietly
grazing upon the shoots of the broom.
"How~ is it him, the good borse! He
has amply repaid his wrongs, as will re-
late to you later. But you must go home
directly"
'How? ! cannot move a STEP"
But am going to drive you home, at
the risk of compromising you"
''And calling her little groom Bob, she
led me gently by one arm while Bob took
the other, and made me get into her car
rage Five minutes afterward we were
moving in the direction of La Roche
large, she holding the reins and driving
the pony with light hand; I looking at
her, confused, embarrassed, stupid, ridicu-
lous. Bob was charged to lead back Bru-
tus.
Extend your leg quite straight" said
Madame de Noriolis, land I will drive
you very gently to avoid jolting." When
she saw me comfortably installed, "Tell
me-" she said, chow you were thrown,
and I will explain how came to your
assistance"
began my story, but when l spoke of
the efforts of Brutus to unseat me after
the two shots, II understand it ALL" she
exclaimed; "you have bought the trumpe-
| ters horse"
"The trumpeters'horse"
l
Eyes, that explains it all. You have
seen many scenes in the Cirque de rIm-
peratrice, the performance of the trumpe-
ter's horse. A Chasseur d'Afrique enters
the arena upon gray horse; then come
the Arabs, who fire upon him, and he is
wounded and falls; and, as you did not
fall, the horse, indignant at your not per-
forming your part in the piece, threw you
down. What did he do next"
l related the little attempt of Brutus to
bury me.
Exactly like the trumpeter's horse. He
sees his master wounded; but the Arabs
may return and kill him, so what does
the horse do? He buries him and gallops
off, carrying away the colors, that they
may not fall into the hands of the Arabs
THAT is my hat which Brutus carried
off"
Precisely. He goes to fetch the VI
vandiere-the vivandiere of to-day being
your humble servant the Countess de
Noriolis. Your great gray horse gallop
ed into my courtyard, where was stand.
ing on the doorsteps, putting on my
gloves and ready to get into my carriage
My grooms seeing a horse saddled anG
bridled, with hat in his mouth and
without rider, tried to catsh him; but
he escapes their pursuit, goes straight up
to the steps, and kneels before me. The
men again try to capture him; but he
gailops off, stops at the gate, turns round
and looks at me. l felt sure he was
calling me; so jumped into my CARR
age and set off. The horse darts through
roads not always adapted for carriages
but follow him, and arrive where l find
you"
At the moment Madame dc Noriolis
had finished these words the carriage re-
ceived fearful jolt, and we saw in the
air the head Of Brutus, who was standing
erect on his hind legs behind US. Seeing
the little back seat of the carriage unten-
anted. he had taken the opportunity OF
giving US another specimen of his talents
by executing the most brilliant of all his
circus performances. He had placed his
fore feet upon the back seat of the little
carriage, and was TRANQUILITY continuing
his route, trotting upon his hind legs alone,
Bob striving in vain to replace him upon
four.
Madame de Noriolis was 50 frightened
she let the reins escape from her hands,
and sank falnting in my arms. With my
left hand l recovered the reins, with my
right arm supported Madame de Nor
Tolls, my leg all the time causing me
most frightful torture.
In this manner Madame De Noriolis
made her first entry into La Roche large
When she returned there six weeks later
she had become my wife
''Such indeed is life" she exclaimed
This would never have done to pass il
you had not bought the trumpter's horse