The Mason County journal. [volume] (Shelton, W.T.) 1886-1927, 1889-08-30

sOothlng 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 k.nd-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-ouarters of an hour. it would
have been balm to our jaded spirits
compared with her attempts at sympa-
thy which but thinly concealed her
almost uncomfortable amusement
Think of what stage entrance for
Poolado. who counted on making such
fascinating impression by swinging
gracefully to the shore in his pictur-
esque canoe and his fashionable bored
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 10 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,
shirering, 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 Rosa.ee's summer home
Among other attractions. our rep
ertory included bronco: gentle and
unkind, could be driven by a lady
with 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 aces
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 a hundred feet
above the public road.
Pooiado had selected an hour when
be knew the guests would be assem-
bed on the front piazza; and the
effect We produced-I with a new jew
sled collar from Tiffany's. and my
companion a combination of all tbs
I l3test fads in mems dress-quite salts
fed our sore feelings.
! Miss ROsalee Immediately fell Cd 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 realized what a really charm
| ing girl she was
To ali this Mr. JEnius Brutus Jonas.
| whose complexion we imagined was
fast assuming a greenish tint, with
sickly smile. had to listen. After all,
! there are times when life is worth liv-
: ing.
As Miss Rosalee. having accepted an
invita.io 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
aned 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
aud gave a good imitation of horse
running away.
To the careless observer I've no
| ioubt he appeared to use his legs in
the old-fashioned way, but fo- the sake
Of ar am glad to state that he ran in
she correct Muy bridge instantaneous
Photographic style
Poolado rushed wildly down the
| straight path, arriving at the gate just
IN time to slip and sprawl out in the
mud. giving the pony an opportunity
10 roll all over him; chance which
| the bronco availed himself of with
| alacrity and evident enjoyment The
effect was all very pretty, and the re-
suit-a symphony in mudi
If the pony had only continued his
race. smashed the carriage. ruined the
| harness. or even broke a few OF
| Pooiado's legs. it would have given
| some dignity to the scene; but, as it
was. the ludicrous held undisputed
sway; even the bronco seered too
! overcome at the general hiiarity to
1 move
OF course the H r." Mr.. Junius
b. Jonas, in a spotless 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 untangie the pony and
proceeded ID repair slight break In
The traces.
Imagine the contrast Mr. Jonas
| in snowy white flannel trousers, a blue
silk shirt with cravat aad waist-scari
Of blue and white, Q sparkling
blazer and Immaculate straw hat; and
by his side. wrecked. dilapidated Poo
lado. 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.