The Atlanta constitution. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1885-19??, 1888-08-07

smoke two very long but common cigars. the
only luxury OF that kind our limited exchequer
could afford. Suddenly, at sharp turn in the
family carriage of Squire Joe Rob
sr's, containing the Roberts fami-
y, consisting of the father and three
| maiden daughters, on their way to church at
an utterly unprecedented hour in the morning.
ga Pomp, gray-haired Ethiopian, sat in 90
Der majesty on the drivers seat, driving two
family animals rs faithful as himself. To the
casual observer the vehicle and its attachments
were eminently suggestive of patriarchal dig
nltY and domestic propriety, but to me it sug-
gested nothing but agony and tears. The Rob-
erts family were staunch Presbyterians and
noted for their strict observance of the Sab
path, and | knew that every orthodox Presby-
terrain ielt himself as much called upon
before God to inquire into the cause of any
enid being at large on the Sabbath day and
TO apprehend and deliver that child up'
to its proper guardian as to assist q neighbor
whose cattle had broken out and were Straying
IRON the proper Enclosure. NV first impulse
was to hide that villainous cigar, which I
ntu'tlvely felt gave mo a lawless and ruifianly
appearance, and with the quiclness of thought
L thrust 1t down into tho outside pocket of my
coat. Charley and myself were side by side,
and unfortunately my hand with the burning
cigar went into his pocket and upon the tightly
wrapped paper of powder.
AT the same moment Squire Roberts dis
covered the extraordinary turnout, comprising
C4N L W am TWO CillufeH Oh the CNufCn,
loose on Sunday morning. The Roberts We
hlcle stopped and as Pomp proceeded TO dis
mount from his perch to open the carriage
ooor there was an explosion, such as my
nervous system has never experienced since.
Charley and myself separated immediately.
lie went over the fence into q meadow and
passed clear over or. through the Roberts
carriage, have never been GER
tam which. Amidst tho shriels of
Misses Roberts and the wells OF the
Squire and old Pomp [ staggered to my feet
burning and half dead, TO behold scene of
utter ruin. Both vehicles were wrecked.
Pomp was in the midst of the debris and
Squire Roberts looked like the captain of an
exploded steamboat, but the central figure
was that of ''Old Put" True to his military
title, that veneral animal stood his ground,
but terribly demoralized He had been blown
forward on his forequarters, his pcstcrior pre-
sentinS the appearance Of an elephants, while
his tail stuck straight up, bald and blackened
like u charred stump after forest fire.
1t is hardly necessary to pursue the subject
further. Carried back in disgrace on that
bright Sabbath morning, we were swathed and
bandaged with cruel kindness for DAYS after
wards Special prayers were made for rs at
church and prayermeeting. All the Sundayr
school scholars were brought to see us as
a warning, whilst the doctor and minister
alternated in physicking us bodily and spirit
ually.
But the disastrous consequences did not end
here. sold Put from that day was no longer
the same horse. From having been the kind
est and best and safest animal in Kentucky he.
became the devils own" and at Christmas,
when the firecrackers began their annual
fusilade, he was perfectly restless.