The Colfax chronicle. [volume] (Colfax, Grant Parish, La.) 1877-1981, 1882-09-30

resentment which, under other circum-
stances, / might have cherished was
wanting; and with the eye of an injured
vet forgiving friend, l watched him as he
stalked to the mirror and commenced a
critical examination of his Grecian feat
ures and elaborate necktie, an operation
he spent fully ten minutes in.
Then, whistling to the lemon -colored
setter, and arming himself with his cane
and gloves, and without so much as deign-
ing a glance toward my lounging-chair,
he made his exit from the apartment,
leaving me to the enjoyment of my dolce
far siente, disturbed by no visions OF
violet eyes and golden hair, or, in fact,
anything but pleasing yet melancholy
"Reminiscences of the canvas-backed ducks
and chablis had partaken OF that day
at my dinner; melancholy, for do we
not feel regret for the good that Is pastP
/ am not of an active habit OF body.
but am the fortunate possessor of that
jewel, rare at my time of life-a good
appetite Ito retain which l court the
morning breezes before breakfast; and
it was during my constitutional the fol-
lowing day that next caught sight of
Tom, the lemon-colored setter and the
necktie, and at the same time OF q shep-
herdess hat, floating cloud OF golden
hair, a pair OF blue eyes, and the whitest,
latest and wooliest poodle it has ever
been my fate to see.
The shepherdess hat was leading the
poodle by a blue ribbon with one hand,
while the other held book, on the
pages of which the blue eyes were down.
cast, of course utterly unconscious of
Tom. who was walking some twenty
yards behind, diligently sucking the
handle of his cane, and as diligently
staring at back view of the shepherdess
hat-black, trimmed with crimson roses
the golden hair and the daintiest little
waist, round which blue moire belt was
ever fastened, and the neatest foot ever
buttoned up in kid b0tfinc, with
mothcr-of-pearl buttons.
It's needless to say that, as the hat
was absorbed in her book, and Tom in
the contemplation of the fair student,
neither of them observed me; and,
knowing from experience how conducive
to hearty appetite little mild excite
ment is, Islipped behind convenient
rock, in order to watch Toms proceed
ings at my leisure.
They sauntercd quietly on for few
PAGES further, and this little tale might
never have been indited by my graceful
pen had it not been for Toms lemon
colored setter.
This sagacious animal had been for
some time cycling the apoplectic poodle
waddling on in front with divers signs
of canine ill-will, unobseryed by his
spell-bound owner. and just as its fair
mistress turned fresh leaf of her book,
with q bloodthirsty snarl, the setter
dashed at the unoffending poodle, whose
white curls were soon flying in every
direction, as, with yelps Of defiance and
anguish, they rolled over and over in the
soft sand in deadly combat.
The young lady screamed frantically,
and endeavored to rescue her favorite
from the fangs of the setter by shower
ing blows of her white-and- gold ''Dante"
on his yellow back; and at this crisis
Tom sprang to the rescue with uplifted
cane and excited mien. and managed to
convey to the setter, per cane and boot
We MS eosuc si"e nossi'SS SAou'u
cease; and. with fervent apologies Tor
the Unpublished behavior OF his canine
follower. ne placed the gasplng poodle
IN tne little gauntieted nanas stretcned
eagerly 10 receive MN. Ana what COM
miseration the abominabie hypocrite
showered on the BRUTE and didn't they
eventually walk on together TO her hotel,
ne carrying the animal, and she chatting
TO him gayly and looking up into his face
with SUCH pretty gratitude, while the
lemon, coiored setter, with dropping ears
ana tai, followed slowly IN the rear.
Wen: Tom came home TO mock at the
idea OF oreakiast ana rave OF bertha
oeidon--ior sucn proved 70 oe tne iady $
name.and ayds''ss the charming iodine
haugnton, VINO sat opposite INN at table
ana whose DiacK eyes Q8rteQ reprOach-