San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-01-12


lit lend LIN to one of these boys for the |
honor of taa flas!"
"i-n you sure there win be no other |
entries" the junior asked earnestly.
Certain Of it," responded the major. |
THE light batsry men make excuse in
condition of their horses: the infantry |
don't care to cnter-afraid Of their rid |
ing, suppose"
And whether for the reasons given or |
not, it was singular anomaly that no |
army man was entered in the race. This |
was an international challenge for gen. |
tlemen riders over the famous Metairie !
Jockey club course, on Monday, the eve |
of Carnival day. The challenge was
open to the world, and the general COM |
handing patronized the race. Later,
affairs of similar character were run I'M
der the auspices of the Jockey club: but
thus early in reconstruction days that
body had not reorganized regularly, nor
were its sympathies peculiarly enlisted |
in sporting matters.
The challengers were staff captain the
Count de Chavirac, Of tbs French army,
and Baron Heros Won Schlege" + the
German lancers. The accepters eltered
were Ensign Manuel de Ia Vega, Of the
Mexican cavalry, and Capt Vaudeville
Hoyne-Cecil, of the British lifegaard.
Higher class New Orleans was not
overgiven to mirth in those days But
it may be surmised that many a quiet
gg1ile moved black mustaches at the
posture Of the younger army men; and
that more than one shapely pair Of
shoulders shrugged CONTEMPORARY at
allusion to ices betes Yankies:"
Still the absence of AN American rider
scarcely lessened the general interest in
the race. The names of the contestants
were well known; preliminary practice
had shown the men and their mounts
well matched. Already such Creole
ladies rs elected to grace the occasion
wore the green and gold Of the Mexican,
the red and red of the Driton, the tricolor
of the France, or the red. black and blue
of Prussian.
But the United States colors, like the
Roman patrician families, fulgebant
ABSENT!
you did not answer the majors sug-
gcstion, general" said Capt. Arnold
with quiet voice but eager eyes. DO
you not think that some Of US owe it to
the brigade TO do something"
1--WE might see about it, perhaps"
Dale answered carelessly. "But here is
tho omelet."
Only from French hands comes the
omelette au rhuIn possible perfection;
the eggs beaten Just enough and done to
the very turn, the sugar sprinkled by
neither prodigal nor miser, the rum old,
pure, strong. but with not one suspicion
of twang.
The tough old major touched the
match to the amber fluid with the pride
of the artist As the blue Tame fickered
up the hideous, red daubcd white mask
Of a pierrot pesred round tho rear
screen.
Without moving madame spoke three
words to her husband, rapid As fssh of n
rocket. with something Of it's crackle in
their consonants. The gumbo carried
no sense TO the best educated ears EAR,
but the nominal head Of the aoasc
promptly formed on the majors left,
dressed on the onelst and stood at ''at-
tentionr' while madame quietly and
swiftly passed behind the screen.
And it was Pietro who few moments
later served the crown Of the breakfast
the gloria a Ia Creols-placing four
iursps of sugar in . shallow silver YES
sci, saturating them carefully with
oognae and watching that they melted
without burning. Then he ladled just
The proper quantity, still ahame, into
the cups, half filled with boiling amber
fluid. For the cafe noir of the Creole is
never black, and through it ono may
read the date upon dime.
"Aha! That's brandy gurgled the
major, with a deep. long sniff. ''The
soul and hearts blood of a grape in every
dropl By JoVel sprinkle that on the
cobbles yonder and vineyard would
spring up
And with the aroma Of that gloria the
party moved to the door, took rein from
the blue statues of orderlies and clattered
off. A block below Everett excua-1
himself.
"There is a visit / must pay this morn
ing" he said "And mass Is long since
over"
And Pietro Bartol had followed to the
door, all loyalty and bows, but as they
rode off into the pleasant sunshine his
face changed like fash, while evil light
glowed in the eyes.
Courses on your race and kinf' he
muttered savagely, but in the purest
French. Curse you and your flag for
the woe it has wrought on MS and ours!