Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1883-12-16

advantages and happiness which would find
in this marriage. She did not need to tell me
that Mime. de Noriolis was beautiful-one
could not help seeing that; and that she was
very rich-I knew that too But she ex-
planned to me that NJ. de Noriolis had been q
sot; that he had managed to keep his wife
thoroughly miserable, and consequently it
would be very easy for second husband to
make himself really loved. Then, when she
had extoiled at length the virtues, graces,
and merits of Mime. de Noriolis, my
aunt, who was a clever woman and knew
my weakness, would take typographical
chart from her desk and carefully spread it
upon the table. tt was the map of the dis
trict OF Chatcl 'Cerault, Il map which was
very exact in all the details and which nv
aunt Lad bought herself at the war depot for
the sole purpose of convincing me that
ought TO marry Nine. de Noriolis. The
chateaux Of Noriolis and Roche large, separ-
ated only by distance of three kilometres,
figured on this map. Ny aunt had naliciously
joned the Two estates together by little line
OF red ink, and making me look at her little
red mark, would say: ''She has an estate of
1850 acres, and so have you Join Roche
large and Noriolis, and you viii have some
thing worthy Of q great sportsmanr' l al
ways shut my ears, SO great was the tempta-
ton, and commenced my old refrain, 81 don't
wish to marry" But I was afraid, really
afraid, that when met Nine de Noriolis
should always see her surrounded as if by
Ealo by my aunt's little red line, and said
to myself: "a charming woman, and good
and clever, and her first husband was sot.
and this and that, and her estate is 1900
acres. Make your escape, wretched being,
make your escape, since you don't wish to
marTym
And escaped but this time, by what
means could [ save myselfa L was there
wretchedly on the ground, covered with dust,
with my hair in disorder, my clothes torn,
and my unfortunate leg perfectly stiff And
Nine. de Noriols approached graceful and
dainty-always surrounded by the halo of
red ink-and said to me:
'fYou, Monsieur de Ia Roche-Targe, is it
you? What are you doing there, mon Dieu.n
l told her honestly about my fall.
"You at least are not woundedp'
"No, 10. am not wounded. have some
thing the matter with this leg, but am quite
sure it is nothing serious"
'And where is the horse that played yoa
the tricky
''This one here"
And showed Brutus to Mime. de NorioEs
-Brutus, who stood there near us eating
grass in the most peaceful way.
''Indeedl that IS a good horse! Oh, he has
atoned for his fault, assure you. will tell
you how, later. First, you must go home,
and immediately
'But l can't take step"
"But will take you, even at the risk Of
compromising you.'
'She called Bob, the little groom, and took
me by one arm gently, while Bob took me by
the other, and SO they got me into her car
riage. Five minutes later we two were roll
ing in the direction Of e-Targe-she
driving, and looking at her, troubled, con-
fused, embarrassed ridiculous.
Bob had been ordered to ride Brutus, who
was going along very quietly.
''Do You hear?' said Nine. de Noriolis;
''hold your leg out straight and I will drive
very carefully SO as not to hurt it." To be
brief, she said any number of nice little
things.
Then, when she saw me comfortably in
stalled:
Tell me first" said she, chow you hap
pened to be thrown, and then 1 viii tell you
how happened to come to your aid Il
seems to me as # the story of that horse must
be very funny
commenced my story, but when told
how Brutus tried to throw me after the two
gun-shots she cried, II understand, l under
stand; you have brought the trumpet horse"
The trumpet horss"
"Why, certainly, that's the one, so every
thing is explained You have seen at least
twenty times at the Cirque de rImperatrice
the act of the trumpet horse, the African
hunter, who enters the ring on gray horse;
that the Arabs come and shoot at the
African hunter. Heis wounded, the African
hunter, and falls; and as you did not fall, the
horse was indignant at your neglecting this
part of your role, SO he threw you, and after
you were on the ground what did he dog
told her how Brutus had tried to bury
me.
The trumpet horse, always the trumpet
horse! He saw that his master was wounded
the Arabs could come back and kill him.
What did he do then, the horse2 He buried
the African hunter. Then he started off on
| agallop. Is it not so!''
Certainly, on fast gallop"
"And carried off the flag Of his master so
| it won't fall into the hands of the Arabs"
"He carried off my hat"
| ''He took what he could find. And where
| did he go on a gallop, the trumpet horseG'
"Ahl 1 know, I know cried l; ''he went
to find the vivandierel"
Precisely. He went to find the VIVIAN
dice; to-day, if you please, it was I, Comtesse
de Noriolis. Your large, gray horse entered
my court yard at a gallop. I was on the
steps, putting on my gloves, and just ready
to get into my phaton There were the
stableInen running about on seeing this
horse arrive saddled and bridled, but with
out a rider, and with a hat in his mouth.
They tried to catch him, but he escaped
them, came straight up to the steps, and fell
on his knees in front of me. The men ap-
| preached and tried to catch him, but he got
up and started off, but stopped near the
! railing Of the court, and, turning around,
| looked at me. Heealled me.
| I assure you that he called me. cried to
the men to leave the horse alone, and, jump
ing into my pheton, started; the horse went
ahead into the woods, and followed him.
I arrived and found your
At the moment when Nine. de Noriolis said
these last words the back part of the car
rage received a violent shock; then we per
ceived the head of Brutus above US in the
air, and it seemed to stay there as if by q
miracle. 1t was Brutus again Mounted by
/ Bob he had followed the carriage for few
moments, and then, perceiving that the rum
| BILE was vacant he had like yeritable artist