The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1879-11-08

nevertheless, through some tIitle,
she came in second. Seeing her
disappointment, the young law
yer told her she should have an.
other chance and forthwith he
had made at Tiff;,ny's an elegant
gold mounted riding whip. When
the evening came the prize was
announced by the manager, and
quite a hutter of excitement ell
sued.
Az Mile Louise mounted her
chariot her admirer noticed she
was very pale, and be said (half
laughing and halt earnestly "Now
take care. l don't Want anybody
killed for that wLip'' At this
she shrugged her shoulders dis
dainfully, and replied: "Do you
suppose l am afraids No, it is
not that, but l hope 1 shall never
leave chat track alive.s'
''That is a dreadful speech to
make"
"Is it? Well, it needu't make
any difference to any one that l
know Of"
Before he could reply, the sig.
nal was given, aud the eight gilt
tering charOits, drawn by thirty.
two magnificent horsas, adorned
with golden harness and flying
ribbons, started. Every driver
wore her own color and Mile
Louise had chosen tlaring gar.
ments of pale blue and a helmet
Of silver. Down the track flew
the chariots and riders, the
steeds seeming 70 have u human
understanding Of the struggle !;
the band burst into loud martial
strains; the people cheered, and
now red passed blue, then came
yellow to the front, bnt cleaning
blue and silver shot by; with
tense faces and erect figures the
three women urged on their h0r.
ses, and the young lawyer watch.
ed, with a chill at his heart, this
desperate race.
The goal was almost reached.
and with her hair flying over her
blue mantle. a burning flush on
either cheek, and clepched teeth,
Louise cheered on her horses,
only a length more, when the wo.
man in red pulled her horses
slightly to the right-a fearful
crash, the wild neigh of a horse
in agony-a woman's groans, aud
a crowd of horriied attendants
rushed to the rescue, separated
the horses, and drew from under
their feet the form of Louise, for
she had been thrown over the
front of the chariot, nuder their
very boots.
A litter was brought. She was
laid upon it, and midst the mur
murs and ordinations Of the by>
SANDERS was carried out. Almost
the first at her side was the
young lawyer, who gazed with
terror on her cold, rigid form.
with its white agonized face. up
Oh which was the imprint of a
hoof, and the staring eyes which
saw nothing. Selling her hand
to feel her pulse, her fingers clos
ed like vice on his, and with
a convulsive effort she murmur.
ed, "That was a terrible wish,''
and relapsed into unconscious
ness. DoctoIs were sent for, and
on examination, they found all
arm broken, a knee-cap almost
crushed, and many cruel bruises
She was carried home, and be il
said to Mr.. Barnum's credit, was
not allowed to want for any thing
Her new friend called frequently
to leave fruit and flowers for her,
and at last, when she was pro-
nounced convalescent, was admi,
ted to her presence. Then she
told her story, simple, short and
soirOwful.
BON and brought up in a little
town not a hundred miles from
Albany. and by parents who
though not wealthy, were in com
Portable circumstances, and th'
owners OF a small hotel, she hat
led q happy life uLtil she reached
seventeen, at which age she Ell
ljoyed all the dignity Of leading
the village choir and driving he
own span Of horses. About tha
time the salesman of n well know,
/ firm in st. Louis stopped at he
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