The Maryville times. (Maryville, Tenn.) 1884-1944, 1889-07-31

and pants?" Any way, this was my con-
dition; and not being much Of a swim
mer. seized piece Of soap as it
hoated by from our wrecked cargo,
and was washed ashore.
OF course this unprecedented pyro.
technic exhibition made us the center
Of observation, and the men came
rushing down from the veranda; but
the big dogs were ahead of all. and.
planted on the edge Of the water, with
upper and lower teeth on dress parade,
simply waited for us.
In vain Poolado tried to pacify them
as he waded along the shore. At every
attempt he made to approach their
anger and their teeth seemed to in.
crease.
The men were equally powerless to
control them or get them away from
us; and as soon as it was seen that
there had been no serious accident ex-
i cepting to the canoe and its contents,
the spectators showed uncalled-for
hilarity, which naturally was not
soothing to us.
Nothing could be done till Miss
Rosalee herself arrived and took COM
mand of the refractory dogs.
When she recognized us through our
DISCUSSES, she, too, smiled, and it was
the most irritating kind--the half
suppressed smile. Now if she had
simply ordered steamer chair
brought down from the house and
had seated herself on the river bank
and laughed, shrieked and hallooed
for three-quarters of an hour, 1t would
have been balm to our jaded spirits
compared with her attempts atsympa-
thy which but thinly concealed her
almost uncomfortable amusement.
Think of what "a stage entrance for
Poolado, who counted on making such
a fascinating impression by swinging
gracefully to the shore in his pictur-
esque canoe and his fashionable Dor ed
smile! And, to add still another ago.
ny to the occasion, there was the
Hated Rival" Mr.. Junius Brutus
Jonas, in spotless garb, whose assist
ance we were obliged to accept to drag
us up onto the bank!
The contrast between the two suit
ors as we plodded toward the house
was just what you would imagine be-
tween an elegantly dressed, contented
and amusing man, and a dripping,
shivering, cross-grained specimen Of
disguised humanity.
POolado lacked the moral courage
and his flannel suit lacked the nom
shrinking qualities to face the audi
ence. So early the next morning we
quietly returned home.
Two weeks later we arranged to
spend our regular vacation at a
fashionable hotel in the vicinity Of
Miss Rosalee's summer home.
Among other attractions. our rep
ertory included bronco: gentle and
unkind, could be driven by lady
with a big club-and warranted to al
ways do the wrong thing at the right
time; but with his russell harness.
white lines, and a neatly appointed,
stylish cart, the general effect was
great! SO with these pleasing Access
series we made our second attempt to
shine in Miss Rosalee's presence.
We ratified along the road at a
strapping pace, swung between the
stone posts, and trotted right up the
steep, curving driveway to the house,
which was situated hundred feet
above the public road.
Poolado had selected an hour when
he knew the guests would be assem-
bled on the front piazza; and the
effect we produced-I with a new jew
eled collar from Titfany's, and my
companion combination of all the
latest fads in mems dress-quite salts
fed our sore feelings.
Miss Rosalee Immediately fell on the
pony's neck, called it ell kinds of
sweet names, admired the trappings,
enthused over the cart, and finally
even complimented me! For the first
time l realized what really charm
ing girl she was.
To all this Mr.. Junius Brutus Jonas,
whose complexion we imagined was
fast assuming a greenish tint, with a
sickly smile, had to listen. After all,
there are times when life is worth liv.
ing.
As Miss Rosalee. having accepted an
invitation to drive, stepped into the
hall to gather her wraps, some of the
children, with shrieks and bowls, and
the uncomfortable big dogs. came
bounding playfully round to the front
of the house.
The whole onset was too much fol
the bronco's nerves, and with fright.
ened snort he clawed the air with hi:
front feet, and then, before any one
could put out hand to arrest him, he
plunged madly down the curved drive
and gave good imitation of horse
running away.
To the careless observer I've nc
doubt he appeared to use his legs ir
the old-fashioned way, but for the sake
of art am glad to state that he ran ir
the correct Muybridge instantaneous
Photographic style.
Poolado rushed wildly down the
straight path, arriving at the gate JUS
in time to slip and sprawl out in The
mud, giving the pony an opportunity
to roll all over him; chance which
the bronco availed himself Of will