San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1888-11-09

stan. Une morning went into the woods
10 gather bouquet of honeysuckle for my
cousin Bertha, who has the prettiest foot in
the world. Suddenly caught sight of a
boar asleep In his lair. To tell the truth /
was only youngster, solid enough other
wise, particularly in mathematics and love
making. / throw a stone and 1t falls di-
rectly on the recluse. Making a bound hs
charges on me with unheard of fury For
arms a sword cane-that is all. The boar is
dead. A gamekeeper comes and we cut up
the monster. A few hours later offered my
cousin Bertha the head of my victim, bear
ing in its horrible jaws a delicious bouquet
of honeysuckle."
Have you hot also a story of a goat which
is very dramaticp asks the fascinating
Countess of BeauSoleil
THAT is a story Of another sort. wa
second lieutenant, in garrison at Tarbes
While gathering some herbs on the mountaia
encountered flock of goats, guarded by
an enormous buck with gigantic horns I ,
stroke him gently down the back. This IA
miliarity displeases him. Suddenly he goes
off few steps, strikes the ground with his
bronze foot, lowers his big head and pounces
down on me with the impetuosity of an ava
lanche. The goats take flight and the goat
skillfully calculated avoid the shock of the
creature, leap on his back, seize him by his
beard, throw him over, blind him with the
dust of the road and strargle him with my
handkerchief A rattle sounds in his throat,
he chokeS, he is dead. The goatherd comes.
| indemnify him for the loss of the beast,
which leave there, reserving for myself
only the horns"
LAS for me-" cries the lively Renee de
Puyfera, 81 want my bear. l demand my
bear"
Il serve him to you, madame. l was in
Switzerland, climbing a wild mountain in
merry company. Soon | find myself quite a
distance from my companion climbers, being
belated by my task of gathering roses"
Doubtless for your cousin Bertha" inter
rupted the baroness.
mo, madame, for my mother, who was
kept at the hotel by slight illness. l con-
tinue my story. Suddenly hear fright
ful growing. turn and see a magnificent
bear about to eat some Strawberries. | call
him by his name. Good morning. Martin,
look smart, my friend. Come, Martini sup
pose YOU dance the bOurree little while for
mer Wounded in his feelings, perhaps, at
being taken for an Auvergne bear when he
was Swiss, friend Martin rises on his hind
paws and comes straight toward me, his
arms stretched out like an old comrade who
is coming to embrace you. At the moment
when he is about to press me against his
shaggy breast, skillfully bury a little dag
ger in his hearth The next day l invited my
friends to breakfast ON my adversary. The
stakes, ladies, were excellent"
$50" continued the baroness, "you have
never in your life experienced even sus-
picion of fearl regret it, captain. l have
little liking for these perfectly valiant men,
these immovably courageous fellows, these
souls that are invariably heroic, who have
the air Of being regulated in their movements
like CLOCK | like to have something hui
man betrayed occasionally IN the heart Of
hero"
"You put me to rights In fine style, dear
baroness"
lone day at Chantilly," the lady went on,
'while watering his pinks, the great Condo
grazed againt an adder which stood up hiss
Ing The conqueror of Rocroy took fright,
threw away the watering pot and fled. On the
field of battle, Henry ", who was also a
Gascon, had at the beginning irresistible
shivers. You tremble, carcassT he would
cry, in the voice SO dear to Gabrielle, and he
threw himself into the fight where victory raj
he'd about his white plumes. In Egypt, one
evening" Bonaparte is frightened by an old
gypsy. Gen. Bugeaud sleeping in his tent in
Africa is awakened by q strange noise. He
looks about him and perceives a mysterious
white form. Doubtless the burnous of an
Arab who wishes to assasSinate him. With
a trembling hand he takes his piStola and
fires on the MuSSulman. They run in from
the camp LIGHTS are brought-the generals
assassin was cotton cap that the orderly
had left to dry. In my Judgment, my dear
captain, Henry ~, Condo, Benaparte and
Begeaud were not absolutely towards. What
do you think about itF'
81 think, madame, that they were much
less brave than you are charming and
witty"
"Here comes the pier cries the Countess
of Beausoleil, clapping her hands
In fact, a servant had just placed on the
table an enormous pie on which was bal
anced, according to usage, branch OF flow
ering hawthorn.
ITO you, captain, says the baroness, with
her most gracious smile, ''shall be the honor
of serving the WhitSuntide pie to these La
dies"
"Highly flattered, assure you"
At once Capt de Sabresac takes OFF the
branch of hawthorn, which he calamity
offers to Alice, and lifts the lid of the pie,
then utters a cry, lets fall the cover, which
is broken as it upsets glass of champagne,
rises very pale, dumfounded, and falls back
on his chair From the pie there flies out
tame pigeon, which, after fiuttering about
the dining room to the mocking applause of
the guests, comes and perches on tho baron