The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1889-08-02

the spectators showed uncalled-fOr
huarity, which naturally was not
soothingto to US.
Nothing could be done till Miss
RosaIee herself arrived and took com
mand Of the refractory dogs
When she recognized Us through our
disguises, she, too, smiled, and it was
the most irritating kind-the half
suppressed smile. Now if she had
simply ordered a 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. it would
have been balm to our jaded spirits
compared with her attempts ut sympa-
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 bored
smilei And, to add still another ago
nv 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
disgusted humanity.
Poolado lacked the moral courage
and his flannel suit lacked the non
shrinking qualities 10 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 a bronco: gentle and
unkind, could be driven by a lady
with a big ciub-aud warranted to al
ways do the wrong thing at the right
time; but with his russet harness.
white lines, and a neatly appointed.
stylish cart, the general effect was
greau So with these pleasing acces-
sories 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 4 new Jew
eIed collar from Tiffany'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 all kinds of
sweet names, admired the trappings,
enthused over the cart, and finally
even complimented me! For the first
time I realized what really charm
ing girl she was
To all this Mr.. JUuius 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 howls, and
the uncomfortable big dogs. came
bounding playfully round to the front
of the house.
The whole onset was too much for
the bronco's nerves, and with fright
eued snort he clawed the air with his
front feet, and then, before any one
could put out hand to arrest him, he
plunged madly down the curved drive
and gave a good imitation Of a horse
running away.
To the careless observer I've no
doubt he appeared to use his legs in
the old-fashiored way, but for the sake
of art am glad to state that he ran in
the correct Muybridge instantaneous
Photographic style.
POOlado rushed wildly down the
straight path, arriving at the gate lust
IN time to slip and sprawl out in the
mud, giving the pony an opportunity
10 roll all over him; a chance which
the bronco availed himself OF with
alacrity and evident enjoyment The
effect was all very pretty, and the re-
sult-a symphony in mud!
II the pony had only continued his
race, smashed the carriage, ruined the
harness, or even broke a few of
Poolado's legs, it would have given
some dignity to the scene; but. as il
was, the ludicrous held undisputed
sway; even the bronco seemed too
overcome at the general hiIarity TO
move.
OF course the I'll r. Mr.. Junius
g. Jonas, in n spotIe5s lawn-tennis
costume, was the first man on hand To
drag the mud-frescoed Poolado to his
feet and assist him up the hill, while
others helped untangle the pony and
proceeded to repair slight break in
the traces.
Imagine the coutrasS Mr.. Jonas
IN snowy white flannel trousers. a bIue
silk shirt with cravat and waist-scarf
OF blue and white, sparkling
blazer and immaculate straw hat;
by his side, wrecked, dilapidated Poo
Iado, with his coat split down the
back and the opening nicely plastered
up with rich brown mud, both sleeves
torn open from shoulder to elbow.
his hands in the same condition as his
face-not exactly spattered with mud.
but bearing a solid coating of dust.
dirt and clay about two inches thick.
which tended to injure the expression
Of his clear-cut features. At the first
glance one might have thought there
were only thirteen holes in his trou-
sers; but on careful examination twen-
ty-one rents, more or less concealed
with clay, could be discerned.
AS for me, there was one pound of
mud to every hair on my hide.
Rosa!ee gave one glance 1T Us as we