Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1880-03-24

home in shady rooms; but the gay city
people welded mighty influence, and
their countenance seemed to lend to the
whole affair an air of responsibility, so
that even grave and sober people were
drawn into the vortex.
In one carriage, whirling rapidly
through cloud of dust, was seated Mr..
Tremaine, q fat and pompous gentleman
whose rubicund and rather coarse-fea-
tured face was beaming complacently.
His obesity rather added to than detract-
ed from self important air. He wore
fine broadcloth; white silk vest, open
ing low over an expensive chest adorned
by an embroidered shirt front, on which
sparkled a diamond of exquisite lustre; q
wide spreading hat, refreshingly lined
with green, and adorned with scarf OF
tulle; pair of yellow kid gloves, stitched
with red, drawn tightly over his little
prodigy hands; and sleeve-studs of enor-
nous dimensions, representing with the
finest touches of the goldsmith's art
heads of his equine idols.
Like his friend, Mr.. Tracy, who was
seated beside him. and who shared his
faith in La Purcelle, he wore on the LETT
breast of his coat a rosette OF blue and
and maroon ribbons.
Opposite these two gentlemen was q
boy OF some fourteen years, but small
and slightly built for his age, possessing
a face, however, remarkably spirited and
intelligent. Sunny hair fell in curling
rings over his broad forehead, and was
surmounted by jockey cap of blue and
maroon, set jauntily on one side; a fine
color lighted his thin cheek and deep
ened the scarlet in lips arched like
Cupids bow, and there was inimitable
drollery and humor in his merry blue
eyes, that changed in expression with
every thought that chased through his
stretched out his limbs to admire his
silken hose, and complacently patted his
knee brooches of pale blue satin, slashed
over Innings of maroon colored silk, or
his jacket of the same materials, heavy
with embroidery.
Thus attired, he reminded one of moth
ing so much as one of those pretty pages
of medieval days-perhaps of noble
birth, the pet of some fair queen of love
and beauty-learning in her courts chiv-
alrous devotion to her sex ere going
forth into the world to learn of grim and
armed knights sterner lessons of combat
and warfare. '-'
This was the boy known as "The Lit
tie Blue Jockey"
Driving out one day, with old Snow,
the groom seated beside him, Bryck Tur-
ner had discovered him. The little ur-
chin, with a very dirty face, had crossed
his path, vaulted over fence at single
and risen to his feet with laugh of tri-
umph, to spring upon the bach of a colt.
free In the meadow, there to cling like
monkey, Notwithstanding the'colt's fran
tic behavior, until they both rolled over
In the grass together
"Who in the name of mischief is that ?"
demanded Turner i E
"Oh, one of them wild Irish'' was
the careless reply of Snow, who prided
himself to an unreasonable degree on
his Yankee origin.
"Come here with you, boy" shouted
Turner
The specimen approached.
= CHOW, then, what's your name, sir ?"
s'That's a conundrum, and perhaps
you will have to give it up" replied the
boy, with saucy shake of the head.
Besides, don't pick up acquaintance,
but only associate with quality that are
introduced to me by the minister, the
governor, or some of my friends !.
"The ID! Where do you live, I'd
like to know !" e
'sJust wherever / happen to be. At
present I'm living here, you OBSERVE"
with the slightest touch of Milesian
brogue in his young sweet voice.
"Who is your mother ?"
"You've just said it, old cove. AS
near as / can make out, she is my
mother"
"Now see here, have done with this
fooling!'' cried Turner, 1mpatiently.
"I'm talking to you for your own good.
I want to know how old you are and how
much you weigh"
"The dickens you do! Cool and salll-
brious Well, I'm the same age as my
twin brother that died, and weigh as
much as my shadow. How is that for
high ?"
"You're a provoking cub! You'd
listen to reason if you had any sense in
you" -,
"Don't go off on your ear, old fellow -
cried the boy, putting his arm aRimbo,
and cycling Turner with an innocent
smile. 'sBut are you reason %
"He's got you there, Turner, :" laughed
the groom.
Turner deigned no reply.
'Would you like lot Of money,
boy ?" asked he.
HShoot your money? You wouldn't
be after giving it to me, even if you had
it !"
"You could earn it. "
"And spend it, too, you bet J"
"Pm horse-trainer, and you're the
boy I'd like for jockey, to ride the
prettiest creature you ever set your two
eyes on. What do you say to that %
CT say bully for you, old fellow.
Now you talk like man and brother
Give us your paw, and it's a bargain.
My mother may not like the business,
but she will find the money convenient
| to have"