The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1890-12-21

COUPLE BEHIND Me-
NO acrid and hopeless spinster walk
ing regretfully on the shadowy side of
maidenhood but Strengthens her back,
drops her shoulders and smoothes out
her wrinkles as the music of the bells
plays variations on half forgotten
theme Of coy sleigh and comfortable
wrappers, all winding up with a crash
ing crescendo Of hot oysters and merry
reel.
And to those young hearts, suscepti-
BILE to frolic as to sentiment and throb-
bing for ever changing excitement, what
q delicious bound it sendsl
oh, the bells, sleighing bells,
What world OF merrirnent their melody fore
tells.
Yes, sleighing is glorious. IT'S the
next best thing to flying to sit in the
light, strong cutter and glide over the
smooth surface without noise or jar,
seeming scarce to touch it. Your glossy
black, catching the lively inspiration of
his bells, shakes his head in huge frolic.
stretches out afresh and spurns the snow
in lighter wreaths from his ever quick
ening heels. Now for brush See that
yellow jumper just ahead. Hu-y-a-ahl
and the reins tighten, the clean head
goes straighter ont, the snow wreaths fly
higher still behind the strong hoefs. We
are Off We close the gap-the yellow
sleigh gains once mora length, twoi
Once more we close and fly along neck
and. neckl How the bells peal and
shrieki How the horses race now as if
for their own honorl How the clear,
keen wind whistles past the fur tipped
ears, exhilarating like huge bumpers of
champagne, as we fly along side by side
for three hundred yardsl just ahead
looms huge ''pung" loaded down and
creeping over the snow. Now is the
time; now or neveri Straighten back,
brace kneei Down comes the 1.-THE lash
over the blacks TANKS, and what squirt
we havei The brown mare strains every
muscle; her driver lays fiat back on the
ribbons-now he plies his whip ike madi
He laps Us again; for a hundred yards
you could cover them both with blan-
ket! Once more we forge a length
ahead. We near the pung-we gain a
length--two. Hu-ya-a-ahland the brown
is in the airI We feel her hot breath ON
our necks; we just Craze the pung, fear
fully close, and wind in just before herl
Oh, that was gloriousl
And if anything can add to the fun it
is to have a particular somebody tucked
in beside one, with a pair of bright eyes
that dance to the merry music of the
rich laugh, with a tiny hand that rests,
in pretty fright, ON the tense arm that
guides the black thought too near the
scrapers of the yellow sleigh. And it is
problem of easy solution-given, a
neat cutter and a fast horse, to find any
unknown quantity of tender femininity
alongside.
But haven't forgotten my story?
had inst sprung the lock of my valise
and wiped from my brow the drops that
haste brought there even that bitter day,
when Jones taIly-ho rang through the
frosty street. Giving a final caress to
the anouche ON the wounded chin reflect
ed by my parting glance at the mirror, 1
rushed down with my baggage. Tom
sat With the reins twisted round his
heavy gauntlets, bearning and triu1n-
plant, and his lnustache one solid cake
Of ice The horses stood stock still.
covered with rapidly freezing foam, and
blowing out volumes Of mist that form
ed in delicate frcstwork around their
nostrils
What did I tell You? Look at the
kittens, was the drivers salute; and as
ii 10 corroborate it, the gray mare made
terrific lunge forward. while ..Jalap''
stood straight up and paved the air.
'.So-hol steady, boys and the lieuteE-
ant braced himself hard against the gray
while the flexible wrist brought the long
lash over the sorreps neck. $50, there.
steady now Bundle in quick now, old
boy. while they are quiet"
In bumped my valise, a signal for tho
brutes 70 execEte another war dance
Over the back seat turabled, and, as
two pairs of heels threw a binding shower
Of snow and icicles into my eyes ard
down my back, went headforemost into
the folds of tho buffalo.
Before the conglomcrate macs Of yzlise
and man was righted, we were of up
the road in d fnn run, the sleigh jump.
ing along like football and Tom plying
his whip like mad, keeping them at a
fuIl run while he yet had them well in
hand
{. W-Whatdo you me-mean% | gasped,
bunping about the back scat in huge
discomfort, az The biting wind Pushing