Indian chieftain. [volume] (Vinita, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1882-1902, 1889-07-25

uinNui1c@f hntt TOO tmlicut anu ~ WAS
the most Irritating kind-the half
suppressed smile. Now II she had
simply ordered steamer chair
brought down from tho house and
had seated herself on the river bank
and laughed, shrieked and hallooed
for three-quarters Of an hour. II would
have been balm to our faded spirits
compared with her attempts at 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 70 the shore In his pictur-
esque canoo and his fashionable Dor ed
smilel Aud, TO add still another ago
ny TO tho occasion, thero was the
Hated RIVAL" Mr.. Junius Brutus
Jonas, in spotless garb. whose assist
ance wo were obliged TO accept TO drag
us up onto the bankl
The contrast between the two suit
ors rs 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 tho moral courage
and his flannel suit lacked the non.
shrinking qualities TO face the audi
ence. So early the next morning we
quietly returned home
Tive weeks later we arranged TO
spend our regular vacation at a
fashionable hotel in the vicinity OF
Miss ROsaloo's summer home.
Among other attractions, our rep
ertory included bronco: gentle and
unkind, could be driven by a lady
with-o big club-and warranted 10 al
ways do the wrong thing at the right
time; but with his russet harness.
white lines, and n neatly appointed,
stylish cart the general effect was
great SO with these pleasing acces-
sories we made oul second attempt to
shine in Miss Rosalee's presence.
We ratified along the road at
strapping pace, swung between the
stone posts, and trottcd right up the
steep, curving driveway to the house.
which was situated a 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 n new jew
eled 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 il all kinds OF
sweet names. admired the trappings
enthused over the cart, and finally
even complimented mel For the first
time realized what a really charm
ing girl she was.
To all this Mr. Juuius Brutus Jonas.
whose complexion we imagined was
fast assuming a greenish TINT with
sick,y 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 p!ayfully round to the front
OF the house.
The whole onset was too much for
the bronco's nerves. and with a fright
ened 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 we
aud gave a good imitation OF horse
running away.
To the careless observer I've no
doubt he appeared TO use his legs in
the old-fashioned way, but for the sake
OF art am glad TO state that be ran in
the correct Muybridge 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
TO 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 mudl
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 hilarity to
move.
or course the III r" Mr.. Junius
Is. 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 untanglo the pony and
proceeded TO repair l slight break in
the traces
Imagine the coutrastl Mr.. Jonas
in snowy white flannel trousers, blue
silk shirt with cravat and waist-scarl
Of blue and white, 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 10 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 iniure the expression
of his clear-cut features. At the first
glance one might have thought there
we're only thirteen holes In his trou-