Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1878-01-16
But you must go

relate to you later. But you must go
home directly"
How? l cannot move STEP"
but l 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 afterwards
we were moving in the direction of La
Roche large, she holding the reins and
driving the pony with light hand; l
looking ut her, confused, embarrassed,
stupid, ridiculous. Bob was charged to
lead back Brutus.
Extend your leg quite straight" 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 l will explain how came to your
assistance"
l began my story, but when spoke of
the efforts of Brutus to unseat me after
the two shots, II understand it ALL" she
exclaimed; "you have bought the
trumpeter's horse"
Inc CruinpeterS morse!
eyes, that explains it all. You have
seen many scenes in the Cirque de pIm-
peratrice, the performance of the
trumpeter's horse. A Chasseur d Antique
enters the arena upon a 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 nextp
I 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 of, carving 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 be-
ing your humble servant the Countess
de Noriolis. Your great gray horse gal
loped into my courtyard, where was
standing OH the doorsteps, putting on
my gloves and ready to get into my
carriage. My grooms seeing a horse
saddled and bridled, with hat in his
mouth and without rider, tried to
catch him; but he escapes their pursuit,
goes straight up to the steps, and kneels
before me- The men again try to cap
ture him; but he gallops of, stops at
the gate, turns round, and looks at me.
l felt sure he was calling me; so dumped
into my carriage and set off. The horse
darts through roads not always adapted
for carriages; but I follow him, and ar
rive where l find YOU"
At the moment Madame de Noriolis
had finished these words the carriage
received 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 untenanted, he had taken the
opportunity of giving us another speci-
men of his talents, by executing the
most brilliant of all his circus perform
ances. 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
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 l 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 life," she exclaimed
This would never have come to pass
if you had not bought the trumpeter's
horse. London Societu