Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1889-01-19
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This eulogy was uttered for Mr.. Neal
benefit, whom the master of the remise
regarded with benignant suavity, know
ing that he had egregiously cheated two
of the handsome young strangers couIl-
trymen. and scenting further prey in this
third representative of the rich republic.
These ladies'. Nine Lee and her
charming niece, are going to drive to
Mentone tomorrow, over the Corniche
road hope they will have a fine day.
Paolo shall take them over by the lower
road and return by the Coz du Tigre.
There is still snow up there; but to-mor-
rows sun will melt il, and it will be safe
enough for the return trip"
You are a garrulous, specious old ras-
cal, Mr.. Neal concluded. mentally; but
I'm immensely obliged to you for your in
formation Then, after agreeing to an
extortionate price for his horse the follow
ing day. he took his departure in the wake
of the fair bearer of the carnations.
The next morning at 10 o'clock sharp q
roomy barouche drawn by well condi-
toned pair of white horses drew up be-
fore tue Hotel DIES Painters. A dignified
looking old coachman occupied the box,
with a 10.year- old boy humbly ensconced
among the horse blankets at his feet
Mrs. Ire and Miss Moore made them
selves thoroughly comfortable in this
vehicle. and set off upon their drive over
the magnificent highway, for the building
of which he world owes lasting debt of
gratitude to the Corsican hero.
Now, you dear, croaking old thing
confess that you are glad persuaded you
to come today, said pretty Margery, pat
ting her aunt's plump. white hand coax
ingly.
Zone should not sing before one has
fairly entered the woods" replied the
elder lady. oracularly
You are really incorrigible, aunt.
What more could you desire? We have
good, gentle looking horses with sound
legs; patriarchal coachman with sobriety
and honesty craven on his serene brow;
and the weather-could anything be more
perfect2 Look at that gentian blue sky,
and the violet and pale green shades in
the sea; and the grim gray ribs of the
rocks, and the snow on the mountains
beyond. and-oh. everythingl
The girls eyes and cheeks glowed with
this purest, most of healthful pleasures
the enjoyment of an exquisite, varying
landscape seen for the first time. The
angry, volcanic crags peering over into
the placid, deep blue sea; the silvery
pallor of the olives contrasting with the
dark, polished green of the fig trees; the
daring sweeps of the road leading along
the stony spine of the mountains Quaint
little villages clinging like collection of
wasps' nests to the rocks; vehicles of all
sorts, picturesque and elegant, passing to
and fro Here, a tiny. tinkling donkey
laden with green and yellow crockery
jars; there, the four horse break whisk
ing its load of curious strangers over to
taste the fascination of Monte Carlo.
At the first descent of any Importance
Jeannot. the little boy, jumped down
from the box and applied n primitive but
effective drag to the wheels-a pair of old
shoes tied to stout ropes
Il believed that young person was
brought along solely for ornament; | see
now that was mistaken, said Margery,
with gay laugh at the shockingly bad
old shoes. 1t was so easy to laugh this
brilliant invigorating morning,
After luncheon at Mentone, in pretty
garden close to the sea, they began the
homeward Journey over the highest part
of the road so appropriately named, cling
ing to the serrated rock as Il cornice fol
Always higher, past the village of Rocca
Bruna, said to have slipped down Ell
masse from a plateau above to its present
position. Past Esa. with its melancholy
cluster of deserted cottages Here and
there the ruins of a fortress perched
proudly aloft as an eagles nest. Al La
'furbie. the tower built ages ago for the
worship of Jupiter, Jeannot clambered
down again, and, pulling off his cap,
loosening at the same time a crop of
glossy. dark curls, babe the ladies good
night. Here a branch road led away
from the sea, over the Col du Tigre, with
view over a white world of snowy
mountains. Though carefully mended
and kept, after the manner of all French
roads, this branch was rarely used except
for return carriages to Nice, the slope be
ing long. steep pull for upward bound
horses.
The dusk and quiet of evening became
very impressive among these silent
heights, and Margery drew closer to her
aunt in vague distrust of the deepening
shadows Patches of half melted snow
began to appear on each side of the way,
not living creature was in sight. OF
sound audible, save for the occasional
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Alas. for Mr.. Meals plan for a canter
over to Mentone as discreet outrider to
the object of his silent devotion, Miss
Margery Moore. The horse promised
him for the occasion was brought home
lame, and owing to the press of the car
nival season, another animal such as Mr.
Neal required was not forthcoming
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just now" said the English hostler at the
JolicGur stables, in reply to Mr. Meals
strong language when he found his plan
defeated Il would not be surprised if
the padrone sent out old Brix with fare,
after ell.
who the deuce is old Brix?"
Tho best driver in the whole maritime
Alps region, but he is getting pretty old
now lie has driven over the road be
tween Nice and Mentouo for a matter OF
forty years or more, and knows every inch
of the way rs well as lie knows the in
side of his snuffbox. lie is still as safe as
church, but there is kind of prejudice
against him because since the past five
years he has been stone blind"
Rather drawback in Jehu. particu
larly if his horses happened to be frisky -
III was party of iidgety old women,
continued Mr.. Toggery. with solemn EN-
phasis, Il would rather trust myself with
old Brix, blind eyes and all, than with the
usual half tipsy rogue who tells pack of
lies about the locality, and goes to sleep
on the homestretch-but you can't make
those old women think so.
No, fancy not, assented Mr. Neal.
Il you want good horse. sir. you are
sure to find one at Martory; go there by