The Colfax chronicle. [volume] (Colfax, Grant Parish, La.) 1877-1981, 1886-04-03


Of morning wrappers, poured out the .amber
of the Gods for her adoring George. Every
day the devoted husband tried to devise
some new pleasure for his darling, and often
when his Ciara's hands were busy with her
needle-embroidering little works Of art
upon her crazy quilt-her mind was occu-
pied with her dearest George. So seIf-con-
tainedl So sweet tempered. Had she not
seen him ride half dozen times IN success
sion around the roller coaster without q
touch of vertigo? And often had she known
him witch game of baseball to its close
without getting mad and swearingl
Such was the love and admiration that
existed between this devoted pairl
One sunny afternoon George came into
his wife's dainty little sItting-room where
she was engaged in painting one Of Raph-
aeps cherubs on adustpan-and kissing her
affectionately, said:
Some, hurry up, Clara, and get your
bonnet We're going for q ride In the
country. The horse and carriage III be
around In few minutes We're going to
have broncho. / don't know what q
broncho Is exactly. but suppose It Is tame
mustang and they say those mustangs are
splendid tsrteelers."
In few minutes Clara came tripping
downstairs arrayed In most fascinating
Partisan street costume, and while she was
drawing on her dainty gloves, up the road,
10 q cloud of dust, came the livery stable
man with the broncho TO the disxppoint-
ment and surprise of George and Clara
that animal was not at all attractive; on the
contrary, he had vicious, outaIl-night ex-
preston, and seemed to be In great hurry,
as If he had forgotten something, and must
go after 1t right away.
"Oh. Ge0rgep said Clara, disappointedIy.
rs that bronch0? thought br0ncho
was dear. little shaggy horse with bushy
TAIL"
well, this Is . broncho, anyway" an
swered George. Perhaps he knew he was
going out with lady and got shaved"
The livery stable man looked at the dainty
little lady and then at the white slender
hands and general dude appearance of the
gentleman, and for moment seemed to be
considering the advisability of making some
remarks but evidently deciding the matter
in the negative, he held the bride until
they were seated IN the carriage and ready
for start, then touched his hat and dis
appeared around the corner.
George had occasionally driven horses
before. although he was no h0rseman; but
they had been refined. gentlemanly animals
who understood what was expected of them
and acted accordingly The broncho was
not an ordinary steed- His style Of moving
off was to make bound into the air and
spring of down the road at rate Of speed
calculated to strike pang Of envy to even
|. the hard heart of the limited express
style made perfect by constant practice, and
which he proceeded to elucidate at once.
When he had accomplished the distance
of about half mile probably his usual
trip-the broncho stopped as suddenly as
he had started and George and Clara, feel
ing as though they had been caught up in
the air by terrific tornado and thrown to
the earth with great violence, had time to
collect their thoughts and look about
The broncho, evidently thinking It would
be best to indulge in little refreshnlent
before preceding to renewed efforts, quietly
walked over to the side OF the road and pro-
ceeded to eat grasa
sOh, George r. cried Clara Your hats
gone and your coats covered with dust
Oh, you just look Tie everything"
"Oh, well, you never mind me. Just
look at yourself, won't you? Your hats
all over your eyes and your hair all hang
on the way to the asylum with an escaped
Mnatic"
"You ought to be ashamed Of yourself to
speak to me in that way. George Peabody I
I'm not to blame. It's all that vicious
Don't call that thing a horseg Talk
about mustang li'.amentsr never want
to see his features again. You'd better jam
that bonnet on your head and get out while
you can"