Barbour County index. [volume] (Medicine Lodge, Kan.) 1880-current, 1889-04-03

caught sight Of the beausiruI animals sunr-
ing in the sea-broezes through their deli
cate nostrils, his face softened, and he ca
ressed their velvety muzzles with all the
tenderness Of q lover smoothing his mis-
tress' halr.
"Aren't they beauties, Tommyr he said.
ssThey have the endurance Of steel, and the
speed of thought in their limbs. Which,
by the way" he added, laughing, would
make good line in poem, would it noti'
Soon the two friends were mounted and
galloping along the hard sands, Byron Q
triae ahead OF Moore, who seemed to have
not little difdcalty in the management Of
his steed. Suddenly Byron heard Q cry OF
alarm, and the next instant the little Irish
mans horse shot past, with the rider cling
ing for dear life to his neck. The horse had
taken the bit in his teeth and had fairly run
away. The sight seemed to tickle Byron
immensely, and he fell into q fit of laughter
so immoderate that he with difficulty kept
control of his own steed. Finally he gave
chase to his friend, who was now mere
speck in the distance, and in the course Of
twenty minutes hard ride had come
abreast Of him. The runaway was soon se-
cured, for he recognized hls masters voice,
but poor little Moore was almost dead from
fright and the violent shaking he had un-
dergone.
Some hours later Byron and Moore were
sitting IN large room in the Palazzo Mo
| cenigo, while on the table before them lay
the remains of frugal meal.
ga few grapes and q little claret and wa
! ter are all 1 care for, !" Byron had said, when
they returned from their trip to the Lido,
somewhat to the disgust Of Moore, who,
still sore from hls jolting, was yet not q lit
4 . hr,pr nd xrho ho~
something more substantial.
"Now, Tom" SAID Byron, when the Bar
mecide feast was over, ~ am going to leave
you to your own devices. have an idea
and can not rest until have it on paper"
and he left the room.
Itwas midnight, and in an upper room Of
the Palazzo Byron sat before table almost
covered with sheets Of paper, scrawled over
! in hand which it would have puzzled an
Egyptian hieroglyphist to decipher. By his
side was tall Venetian glass half filed
with drink which a plebeian nostril would
have diagnosed as humble gin-and- water,
and as he rapidly wrote the poet solaced
himself with sips Of this beverage. At
length the task was completed, the scratch
ing sound Of the pen ceased, the scattered
sheets were hastily shuff1ed together, and
holding them m his hand, Lord Byron hast
ened with scarcely perceptible limp out of
the room and down the broad marble stair
case to the room in which he left his little
friend. He found Moore sitting before a
desk, an open book, evidently diary, into
which he had been transcribing the notes OF
the day, before him, and he himself fast
asleep.
eWake up, Tommy" cried Byron, in an
excited manner. "Wake up. I want tc
read something to you," and as the little
man yawned and rubbed his eyelids sleepily
the poet continued: ''Your mishap this
morning suggested subject to me and here
it is" and began to read from the manu-
script, which was headed "Mazeppa," but
before he had finished a strange SOUND
caused him to look up. Mr.. Moore was fas,
asleep again, and with a peevish curse
Byron left him there and made his way t<
his own room, there to lie awake till morn
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