Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1890-09-26
AN IMPRESSIVE ARRIVAL.
He Was Not the Duke Of wellington, but
He Got There with Both Boots.

AN IMPRESSIVE ARRIVAL.
He Was Not the Duke Of Wellington, but
He Got There with Both Boots.
A beautiful white horse, with long,
flowing immaculate name and tail, and
large, red, throbbing nostrils, ridden by
Strengthening man, with naughty
address, attired in tight.fitting velvet
riding coat and long boots,
made Of glossy leather, and
decked with shining silver-plated spurs
OF huge dimensions, stopped yesterday
before the entrance to the Colorado.
Summoning the porter of the house, the
stranger, with an imperious wave of the
hand, commanded the awe-stricken
mental to hold the fiery steed. Then,
with display of dignity, he dis
mounted, and, having given few di-
rections in terrifying tones, strutted
into the corridor Of the hotel.
The clerks eyes almost bulged from
their sockets, and the proverbial dia-
mond sparkled with unusual lustre as
the figure of imperial dignity APP
preached the register. just as he
reached the counter his stern face re-
Taxed into smiles, and, making genu-
Election worthy of French dancing
master, he greeted the breathless clerk
and registered from Chicago.
In an instant there were half dozen
subservient darkies standing around at
respectful and safe distance in readi-
ness to escort the august-looking per-
sonage to his apartment. With another
imperious wave he dismissed them and
frowned again. Under all the stern
and stilted exterior there was some
warmth in the mysterious stranger,
however, and he melted the clerks
rigid fear into confidence with gentle
inquiries for neighboring boarding
stables and their character.
"That's fine animal, and I want him
to have the best of care" he remarked.
II have brought him all the way from
Chicago, and there are associations
about him that make him sacred to me. :"
In spirit of humor the clerk dele
gated the red-haired porter to lead the
animal to the stable. His dignity sur
veyed the porter for few seconds, and
then, with shrug of his shoulders,
beckoned him to start the procession.
In all the glory of his lustrous boots,
yellow breeches, and shining black
velvet jacket, he started for the stable.
On the way he was q strange and curious
looking object to the pedestrians on the
street, who first looked at him, and then
at the red-haired porter and the white
horse, and wondered and guessed what
the spectacle meant.
Arriving ut the stable there was O
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Elections, grotesque pirouttes and
striking gesticulations, accompanied
with minute directions for the care Of
the horse. The latter provoked the
admiration of the liverymen, who were
profuse in their praises, which called
forth from the owner the remark tina
he was celebrated animal with q cele
brated history, with lady heroine il
the story.
In the meantime there was grea
hutter and commotion around at TIL
hotel over the horse. The darby at
tendants collected in the corner an,
wondered. Several guests who wit
messed the advent Of the stranger gath
, cred before the clerks desk and pile
f him with questions, and the air We
: filled with conjectures and rife wit
l run1ors.
, Soon it was whispered about that tn
stranger was German baron who ha,
ridden the horse from the far West o.
a wager for bride. These rumors
tinted with the glow of romance, cam
to the ears of several newspaper men
and there was q lively scrimmage TO
the history of the horse and the "won
derful story of the woman in the case.
In some strange manner his dignit
had in the meanwhile disappeared
The newspaper men rushed around t
the stable. YES" said the stable boss
the horse has remarkable history
but I can't tell it to you"
Again the breathless scribes returne'
to the hotel with their minds inspire'
with visions of romance and equestrian
gallantry. But still his dignity wa
absent. About IL o'clock he was foun,
at luncheon at the hotel.
men" he said as he extended his ham
with gracious bow and sweet smile
/, "Glad to see you," and he digniiedl,
resumed his repast.
"But the horse, Baron" spoke W
one.
ayes, he's fine animal. I brough
him from Chicago. I have had riding
school there, and decided to come her,
and open one"
There was look of disappointment
on the faces of the newspaper men, ,
feeling of disgust in their minds, and
laugh all around.
Perhaps the advent to town of ,
riding master never before made sucl
] q fuster and Autter.-Philadelphis
Inquirer.
Would Like to Move.
Little Johnny W is 4 years old
and formerly lived in Brixton. Hi
parents now reside in Bayswater. The
other day Johnny's natural aptitude fc,
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