The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1878-01-24

it cleared away, | saw little carriage
approaching-a pony chaise-and in the
pony chaise 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 adj
dressed me with neigh, as much as tC
say: 81 have done my duty, | have
brought you help" But did not trou.
bic myself about Brutus and his explain,
atoms; | had no thought or looks save
for the beautiful fairy that had come tc
my aid, and who, jumping from her lit
tie carriage, tripped lightly up to me, and
suddenly two EXPLANATIONS were uttered
at the same moment:
Madame de Noriolis."
Monsieur de la Roche large"
/ have an aunt between whom and my.
self my marrying is a source of continual
dispute.
Marry" she would say.
Il will not" was my answer.
"Would you have young lady
There are Miss A, Miss B, Miss c."
But l 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
fore rank among my aunt's widows. To
tell me she was rich, lively, and pretty
was unnecessary, but after setting forth
all her attractions, my aunt would take
from her secretary a map of the district
where she lived, and point how the
estates of Noriolis and La Roche large
Joined, and she had traced a red line
upon the map uniting the two properties,
which she constantly obliged me to look
at. Eight hundred acres within ring
fence. fine chance for sportsman
But | would shut my eyes, and repeat as
before, 81 will never marry" Yet,
seriously speaking, | was afraid of
Madame de Noriolis, and always saw her
head encircled with an aureola of my
aunt's red line. Charming. sensible,
talented, and eight hundred acres within
a ring-fence. Escape for your safety if
you will not marry.
And l 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%
I candidly confessed | had been
thrown.
But you are not much hurt?'
"No; but l have put something out
in my leg-nothing serious"
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 will
relate 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
carriage. Five minutes after we were
moving in the direction of La Roche
large, she holding the reins and driving
the pony with a light hand; | looking
at her, confused, embarrassed, stupid,
ridiculous. Bob was charged to lead
back Brutus.
Extend your leg quite straight, F"
said Madame de Noriolis, "and | will
drive you very gently to avoid jolting"
When she saw me comfortably installed,
Tell me-" she said, chow you were
thrown, and will explain how | came
to your assistance
| began my story, but when ITention-
ed the efforts of Brutus to unseat me
after the two shots, " / understood it
all" She exclaimed; "you have bought
the trumpeter's horse"
1.-The trumpeter horse?"
" Yes, that explains it all. You have
seen mady scenes in the Cirque de PIN
peratrice, the performance of the
trumpeter's horse. A Chasseur d Antique
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 performing your part in the piece,
threw you down. What did he do
neXt?"
Irelated the little attempt of Brutus
to bury me.
" Exactly like the trumpeter', 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 oft, carrying away the colors that
they may not fall into the hands of the
Arabs"
4" That is my hat that Brutus carried
of"
Precisely. He goes to fetch the
vlvandiere-the vivandiere of to-day be-
ing your humble servant the.Countess de
Noriolis. Your great grey horse gallop-
ed into my courtyard, where | was
standing on the doorsteps, putting on
my gloves and ready TO get into my car
rlage. My grooms seeing horse saddled
and bridled, with a hat in his mouth
and without rider, tried to catch him;
but he escapes their pursuit, goes
straight up TO the steps, and kneels be-
fore me. The men again try TO capture
him; but he gallops of, stops at the gate,
turns round, and looks at me. | felt
sure he was calling me; so Jumped into
my carriage and set of. The horse darts
through roads not always adapted for
carriages; but | follow him, and arrive
where | find you"
At the moment Madame de NorioliS
had finished these words the carriage re-
ceived a 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 I'M
tenanted, he had taken the opportunity
OF giving Us another specimen of his
talents, by executing the most brilliant