Arizona republican., 1892-08-28

wears what suits him Jest. We had
 one Sir Knight who wore suit of
 quoted mail. He was the homeliest
 man ever born in captivity. | We also saw in the lists fat Sir
 Knight with tin trousers and white
 yachting cap. You could wear almost anything, as l say.
 The joust consisted in filling up the peasantry with lemonade and warm watermelon at so much apiece and then giving them what is called the grand laugh.
 Two thousand of our yeomanry from Sandy Mush bought seats in the grand stand, and when they had seated them selves, surrounded by sour watermelon and all that goes to make life enjoyable, the directors moved the show to another place over toward Biltmore, thus leav- ing the grand stand to amuse itself by playing beanbag to the music of the Skyland Silver Cornucopia band.
 The field marshals were pretty plenty and looked well on their nice amSling steeds. The Sir Knights also looked ferocious, especially one of them called Little Lord Fauntleroy, who wore a vel veteen waist and knee panties and rode 8 livery horse costing three dollars per day.
 The officers of the day were so thick that while they were trying to keep the peasantry back several of them got run into and severely injured. One Sir Knight fell from his horse, and the brute, it is said, stepped on his panoply.
 l did not hear how the tournament came out, for it got so late that had to go home and do the chores right after the trial heat and just as tho show was being moved again toward Busbee.
 l do not care to be Sir Knight. l would rather sit in a hammock and keep the flies off the Queen of Love and Beauty. can ride hammock longer and with more grace than l can tall horse with his tongue out and froth onto him.
 Once had fierce horse with a fash ing eye and bright red gooms, but he tried to go through barbed wire fence with me, and when he got through he was short several vital organs.
 passed over the fence describing an arc. l described it at the hospital after regained my senses, such as they were.
 North Carolina has a beggar lady who is known as the Flower Girl of the Land of the Sky. In the springtims she sells trailing arbutus that has been good while on the trail. Later on she sells laurel and goldenrod to people who are new here and want to do good or elevate the lower classes.
 Early in the spring the Flower Girl of the Land of the Sky ran out of worm less apples with which she had been supplying the trade in winter and went on the road for the purpose of begging, as she found times dull at her home in Asheville owing to temporary sag in real estate. So she took to the Tender sonville road, sleeping at evening wher- ever night overlook her.
 Returning from California three years ago, bought at Spokane Falls pair of tan colored shoes made of undressed elk skin. They were very comfortable, though perhaps little too pronounced. 1 wore them here last year during the tennis season, so that they were well known west of Salisbury and along the Richmond and Danville road.
 This summer the Flower Girl of the Land of the Sky (who is no longer young, she and the war of 1872 having been brought on together), in her tour of Buncombe county and the French Brood, paused at our house and, appeal ing to us for aid, showed that her feet were almost out and also that her limbs 1 were barely healed mp after being ap- very much injured, so that when l saw them l turned away and | buried my face in my hands.
 Now, thought l, is a fine opportunity to do good. So gave her my tan shoes and pair of long bicycle hose, and then read book while she put them on.