Idaho semi-weekly world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1875-1908, 1889-01-25

| Thta anlo0v was uttered for Mr.. Meals
| honn6t whom the master Of the remise
regarded with benignant suavity, know
inc tina. he had egregiously cheated two
| of the handsome young strangers couii'
| trvmen. and seeming further prey In TINS
third representative of the rich republic.
These ladies', Nine, Lee and her
charming niece. are going to drive 10
| Mentono tomorrow. over the Corhiche
road hope they will have me DAY.
| paolo shall take them over by the lower
road and return by the Co; du Tigre.
| There is still snow up there; but to-mor-
/ row 9 sun will melt IT, and it will be safe
enough for the return trip.
You are q 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
extortionatc price for his horse the follow
| ipo day. he took his departure in the wake
| Df the fair bearer Of the carnations.
| The next morning at 10 o'clock sharp
roomv barouche drawn by a well condi-
| toned pair of white horses drew up be-
| fore the Hotel DIES Painters dignified
looking old coachman occupied the box,
with 10 year old boy humbly cnsconced
among the horse blankets at his feet.
| Mrs ,.se 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 aunts plump, white hand coax
ingly
fairly entered the woods" replied the
elder lady. oracularly
You are really incorrigible, aunt.
What more could you desirel We have
good, gentle looking horses with sound
| leps; n patriarchal coachman with sobriety
and honesty craven on his serene brow;
and the weather-could anything be more
perfcct2 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, tiny, tinkling donkey
laden with green and yellow crockery
Jars, there, the four horse break whsk-
ing it's 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 a primitive but
J 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: l 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
r homeward journey over the highest part
+ of the road so appropriately named, cling
5 ing to the serrated rock as a cornice fol
lows the Irregularities of dentated roof
! Always higher, past the village of Rocca
j Bruna, said to have slipped down Ell
masse from plateau above to its present
|
cluster of deserted cottages Here anC
there the ruins of fortress perchec
l proudly aloft as an eagles nest At LIZ
. 'rurbie. the tower built ages ago for the
S worship of Jupiter. Jeannot clamberee
Town again. and, pulling off his cap
? loosening at the same time crop o
! glossy. dark curls, babe the ladies goot
p. night Here, a branch road led away
! from the sea. over the Col du Tigre. will
! a view over white world of snow
! mountains. Though carefully mendeC
and kept, after the manner of all Frencl
J, roads, this branch was rarely used excep
for return carriages to Nice, the slope be
: ing long steep pull for upward bount
> horses
The dusk and quiet of evening becam
: very impressive among these silen
Q heights, and Margery drew closer to he
Il aunt in vague distrust of the deepenin.
l. shadows Patches of half melted snow
n began to appear on each side of the way
u not a living creature was in sight. o
u sound audible, save for the occasional
! whir of birds wings
S Alas, for Mr.. Meals plan for a cante
over to Mentone as discreet outrider t
the object of his silent devotion, Mis-
e Margery Moore. The horse promise,
3 him for the occasion was brought HON
lame and owing to the press of the car
nival season, another animal such Us MI
II Neal required was not forthcoming.
y "a power o worrit with bosses and me
q just now" said the English hostler at tn
Jolicmur stables. in reply to Mr. Neal
strong language when he found his pie.
y defeated. II would not be surprised
y the padrone sent out old Brix with fare
D. after all.
e WHO the deuce is old Brix?"
y Tho best driver in the whole MARTINI
!. Alps region, but he is getting pretty oil
- now lie has driven over the road bS
- tween Nice and Mentone for matter c
forty years or more and knows every inc
% of the way as well as he knows the il
l. side of his snuffbox. He is still as safe Q
Z a church, but there is kind of prelude
u against him because since the past fiv
. years he has been stone blind"
Rather drawback in Jehu. particr
3 'arly if his horses happened to be frsky
u II was party of fidgety old women.
continued MIR. Toggery. with solemn en-
,, phasis, Il would rather trust myself wit
. old Brix, blind eyes and all, than with til
10 usual half tipsy rogue who tells pack c
u, lies about the locality, and goes to slice
u on the homestretch-bu you can't max
10 those old women think So
~ No, fancy not, assented Mr. Neal.