The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1878-01-17
states of Nori0lis and To ID

which she constantly obliged me - i Iles,
at. "Eight hundred acres within , ,;
fence a fine chance for sportsnaa aing
But I would shut my eyes and repeat a.
before, /" i will never marry" Vet
seriously speaking, I was afraid ~ =,
Madame de Noriolis, and always saw M ~
head encireled with an aureole Of ~
aunt's red line. Charming, sens;hIo
talented, and 800 acres within . r;no
fence! Escape for your safety if yo15
will not marry. sHH 49,
And Z always did escape, but this t;mo
retreat was impossible. L Law exten 'lll.9
on the turf, covered with sand, nv hair
in disorder, my clothes in tatters and
my leg stiff.
.sWhat are you doing here 90 inouirad
Madame de Ncriolis. "What has han
pened?"
I candidly confessed I had been
thrown.
"But you are not much hurt ?"
emo; but I have put something out in
my leg nothing serious, I am sure"
"And where is the horse which has
played you this trick p
I 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"
Chow? ] 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 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, ridiculous. Bob was charged to
lead back Brutus.
"Extend your leg quite straight, :"
said Madame de Noriolis, "and I will
drive you very gently to avoid Jolting."
When she saw me comfortably installed,
"Tell me-" she said, show you were
thrown, and L will explain how came
to your assistance"
I began my story, but, when I spoke
of the efforts Of Brutus to unseat me
after the two shots, ct understand it
all, she exclaimed; you have bought
the trumpeter's horse.
"The trumpeter's horse9"
eyes, that explains it all. You have
seen many scenes in the Cirque de
PImperatrice, 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 i'm the piece, threw
you down. What did he do next ?"
I related the little attempt of Brutus
to bury NE.
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
vivandiere-the vivandiere of to-day be-
ing your humble servant the Countess
de Noriolis Your great gray horse gal
loped into my courtyard, where I was
standing on the doorsteps, putting on
my gloves and ready to get into my car
riage. My grooms, seeing horse sad
died and bridled, with hat in ismouth
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 off, stops at the
gate, turns round and looks at me. I
felt sure he was calling me; so jumped
into my carriage and set off. The horse
darts through roads not always adapted
for carriages, but I follow him, and ar
rive where find YOU
At the moment Madame de Noriolis
had finished these words the carriage re-
ceived fearful jolt, and we saw in the
air the head of Brutus, who was stand
ing erect ON his hlnd legs behind us.
Seeing the little back seat Of the car
riage untenanted, he had taken the op-
portunity 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 so frightened
that she let the reins escape from her
hands and sank fainting in my arms.
With my left hand L recovered the reins,
with my right arm I supported Madame
de Noriolis, 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 ife,' she exclaimed.
This would never have come to pass
if you had not bought the trumpeter's
horse. "-Loedo1a Society.
The Sprague Estate.
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