The Bossier banner., 1886-02-11

Clara, in the sweetest
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 Clara'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 self-con-
tained So sweet tempered. Had she not
seen him ride half q dozen times in success.
sion around the roller coaster without
touch of vertigo? And often had she known
him watch game of baseball to its close
without getting mad and swearing!
Such was the love and admiration that
existed between this devoted pair!
One sunny afternoon George came into
his wifes dainty little sitting-room where
she was engaged in painting one of Raph-
aePs cherubs on a dust pan-and kissing her
affectionately, said:
''Come, hurry up, Clara, and get your
bonnet. We're going for ride in the
country. The horse and carriage I'll be
around in few minutes. We're going to
have broncho. / don't know what a
| broncho is exactly. but suppose it is tame
| mustang, and they say those mustangs are
| splendid t4uueLers."
| In few minutes Clara came tripping
| downstairs arrayed in most fascinating
| Parisian street costume, and while she was
| drawing on her dainty gloves, up the road,
| in a cloud of dust, came the livery stable
| man with the broncho TO the disappoint-
| ment and surprise of George and Clara
| that animal was not at all attractive; on the
| contrary he had vicious, out-all-night ex-
preston, and seemed to be in great hurry
| as if he had forgotten something, aud must
| go after it right away.
| ''Oh Georgep' said Clara, dsappointediy.
"Is that brOncho? 1 thought broncho
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 a moment seemed to be
considering the advisabi.ity 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 a start, then touched his hat and dis
| appeared around the corner.
George had occasionally driven horses
| before although he was no horseman; 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 off 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 usua
trip-the broncho stopped as suddenly al
he had started, and George and Clara, feel
ing as though they had been caught up il
the air by a terrific tornado and thrown tt
the earth with great violence, had time t,
collect their thoughts and look about
The broncho, evidently thinking it woult
be best to indulge in little refreshmen
walked over to the side of the road and pro
ceeded to eat grass.
''Oh, George" cried Clara. Your hat;
gone and your coats covered with dust
Oh, you just look like epsrythtng."
"Oh, well. you never mind me. Jus
look at yourself, won't you? Your hat
all over your eyes and your hair all hang
ing down your back. Folks I'll think I'u
on the way to the asylum with an escaped
lunatic."
"You ought to be ashamed of yourself t.
speak to me in that way, George Peabody
I'm not to blame. It's all that viciou
horse"
"Don't call that thing a horsep Tai
about mustang Indmentsp l never wan
to see has features again. You'd better jan
that bonnet on your head and get out Will
you can"