The Daily bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Hawaii]) 1882-1895, 1890-12-18

l took long breath, let the whip fall
well back out of the gray's sight, and,
bracing my every muscle firmly, uttered
the mystic monosyllable, "G'langl"
IL cut like knife through the clear |
atmosphere, and the keen echo almost |
divided my tympana. The sorrel heard.
He stretched himself, gathered and made
a merry plunge forward; but that per
verse brute of gray only stuck his
forelegs in the snow and sat down like
a dog. Luckily, Miss Bette managed to
hold her father by such string of pratt
tie he noticed none of these circus like
proceedings
mind, papal don't forgct the flannel
for old Nanny Watts; eand be sure to
send the pickles to Bowser; and have
the presents on the Christmas tree, just
as if was at home--that's dear papa.
And, oh, be sure that Liza does the tur
key to turn for dinner tomorrow
THAT was to have been your dinner,
the old gentleman said, turning to me.
"That pleasure | must defer to please
this small puss with her whims."
The mayor seemed to me a great dis
lance off. His words came to Inc through
a sound in my ears like the boom of the
sea, for that cursed gray still sat like
circus horse, and the sorrel pulled till his
nose almost touched the snow.
"And, oh, papar' cried Miss Bette with
timely little scream of recollection,
"now don't forget the red wrapper for old
Patience-that'sa dear!"
Give that gray devil the whip"
Jones growled to me in savage whis-
per, rounded off with something very
like an oath. You'll have all the fat in
the fire with such - driving"
Give him the whip!
| thought before Tom Jones of the
Boomerangs had gone crazy. Now !
knew, like all maniacs, he believed me
as stark, staring mad as he was.
And, papa, dear, don't forget the
brandy peaches for DR.. Lindsey-your
present, remember" ran ON that dear
voice Then it punctured through all
my fear with the words, Now do go on,
please"
Whether the electric spark that
thrilled through me at that whisper
ran down the reins and magnetized the
gray, never knew. Somehow we were
in the road, the dasher full of snow, and
that DEVILS team going at wild stroke
that sent acute agony to the marrow of
my every bone.
Splendid! Perfect! BravoT shout
ed Tom from the back seat. "Your
start was pictures; and that run into
the drift and barking the pear tree don't
count, as the bend hid them from Uncle
Bob"
thought madly l heard a gurgling
sound of female laughter. | was wrong,
though, for that second she said to me:
You do drive splendidly indeed
And how good of you to rest Toms
armsl Poor Toni why, how the reins
have cut your hands,"
my arm is stiff as poker, Bet
All, baby, that's deicious!'
Had been driving the horses of the
Sun, with the pit of Acheron gaping be-
fore me, must have turned at that
exclamation. There was misery in my
spine and torture in my legs, but | did
turn little. Tom had pulled off his
gauntlet, and she-yes, she was chatting
his purple, ugly hand between two be-
witching fur gloves!
fOcS WIldl a. SOOu COuSiH i I'LL! ut
black eyes danced before me, and orce
more the musical laugh trilled out beau.
tiful and birdlike. With agony in my
back and bitterness in my soul | tried
to echo it, but the hollow mockery
ended in Il CHASTITY groan as the brutes
gave an extra plunge that nearly carried
me over the dasher.
The next twenty minutes were 8
nightmare. hold in memory a vague
tumble of binding sunlight on the snow
whirling rush of trees and houses OF
the hill sides; racking and torment il
back, knees and arms; IA whizzing WHO'D
of wind in my half frozen ears. Twic,
essayed to look around at the coupl
, behind me, but the commandante il
"Don Juan" was not more rigid thai
those strained feathers held me, while TIN
molten fire rushing down my spine re
fused to let me bend my neck fel
my hands must soon come off-my ell
bows and shoulder blades pull clea
! from their sockets; but still | held on
j madly, wildly, in sort of dread
y full trance, for those twenty minutes
Then remembrance vaguely paints
roadside inn; collection of sleighs ant
" men running into the road and waving
!, their hands ; then crash, cutter flynn
u wildly aside and a man in somersault
. Last came a grinding jar, and | awok
y from my nightmare, half lying betwee
Tom and his cousin on the back seat
e the horses neck deep in snow drift an
rough coated men running for thei
- heads.
J Splendid, by jingor yelled Tom t
n me as, hastily extricating himself fror
) the buffalo, he ran to man founderin
% in the road. you're not hurt, l hops
q Pm deuced sorry for the foul, but youn
horses-hard mouths-couldn't help il
Beasts all right, | see. Come in an
p have something to drink"
Z, drew long, deep, gasping breath
y tried to spring, but could only craw
y over the scraper, and helped Miss Betti
into the road. We were at the Bull
g, Eye" tavern, five good miles from Pix
T. toni
y Awkward fellow that" said yer
a. cheerily, all things considered. | W;
81 hugely elated at being once more q
Y terra firma, Notwithstanding strong pr,
10 clivities displayed by my legs for shu
10 ting up like jacrlnives And coul
% scarcely resist pulling on the little viii
81 han in mine, as though Miss Bett
" were the gray. Awkward fellowl Sit
gular he conldn't take care of his ira
ol when he saw me coming. But some pc
pie never will learn to drive"