The Pioche weekly record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1877-1900, 1894-06-07
Creole aDdPQritaD
A Character Study in
Three Parts.
By T. G. DE LEON.
PART lin THE SOUTH.
By T. G. DE LEON.
PART lin THE SOUTH.


France, and Heros, baron Won Schlegen,
of the German lancers, as friendly
test of riding, do challenge all corners,
not professionals, to a race of one and
one-half miles, over hurdles and water
jumps, as decided; each entry to ride his
own horse; catch weights, no allow
ances, and no horse to have record; the
prize to be one lady's riding switch, and
no rider to wager upon the result; race
to take place over the Metairie track and
Enclosure not later than 3 o'clock on
Monday, Feb, 8, 1866, and entries to be
open until that day and hour"
Col Campbell folded the document
and added: 81 call the challengers:
Capts. Chavirac and Won Schlegen, such
are your challenge and conditions"
Both bowed their heads-the German
silently, the Frenchman with the AFRO
CANT words:
Il made the challenges; l will ride and
win it fairly!"
AS the challengers turned towards the
gate Col. Campbell called out:
"Do any riders accept the challenger"
Hoyne-Ce rode, up answering cheer
lily:
81, Herbert Martindale Hoyne-Cecil,
captain of her majesty's lifeguards, ac-
cept all conditions, and ride for En-
gland"
"And l, Manuel Jesus de la Vega y
Cambria, ensign Tenth Mexican bat
| Al, I'll ,ria ho
Mexican.
And the moment after the four rivals
were about the scales, where young
quartermaster took their weights, for
FORMS sake only.
SIS there any other accepting this
challenge? All entries close at 3 p.m.,'
again called out Col. Campbell He
looked uneasily at his watch; it showed
one minute left.
No answer came, and Chavirac, turn
ing to the Creole near him, said:
"As l supposed! This Yankee Dor
, against me is Punchinello! Voila!'
Twenty seconds more of dead silence
then people began to turn their eye
from the judges stand. 1t was eviden
that the rumor of an American accept
! ance was false.
: Brilliant eyes flashed amused glance
Q under long black lashes at the general
| box, where his brilliant ribbons fluttere
= gayly, and then their owners, caressln
the colors on their parasols, turned
their escorts with that pretty little mou
that only the Creole woman can make.
All this for twenty seconds-tim
| enough, with opportunity, to win
t woman or to lose world! Then clea
d sonorous voice, like the order to charg
; rang out:
u Here"
u Round to front the judges rode lith
|, erect figure, in white shell jacket, BIZ
4 breeches and red sash; blue cap, an
? riding boots fitting like gloves and seer
% ingly as light, completing the dress.
y The horse he controlled with hgl
Sc hand was jetty black, his coat shini1
r like satin in the sun and his small hes
tossing continually, as though scentil
the contest and eager to begin
Rather long limbed for absolute beaut
his sixteen hand height was enhanced
flatness of forearms that quivered wi
elastic muscle: but his depth of che
and long sloped thighs told OF pow
!, and stay equal to the intelligence
noted by breadth between the eyes.
There was dead silence on the crow
The Creoles, the Diegos, even the u
mans and English-who had SO applaI
ed the known entries-had small sy
pathy with the unknown federal
der; less with the flag for which he
champion.
: As the rider first appeared tall RI
- rot, standing near the gate, had swu
his hands together to start applause.
"Bah! growled a SCARED Sicilian n
him. "You are French, from your dr.
Why would you cry for the Yankee?
"Canailler' answered the PIER
shave you eyes? Cannot you see t
site he is man and rider?
Just then the rider spoke name t
girl had penetrated Confederate lines mi
a time with echoes of gallantry in ii
. and gentle humanity in conquest.
"Here!' he cried, in calm, ring
voice that dominated the ear OF
y crowd. Il, Dale Everett, command
| the First brigade, Army of the Mi'
sippi, accept this challenge in all its'
If ditions, and ride for the United Stat
- As he spoke the generous nature OF
Il southron overcame popular prejuc
lg and APPLAUSE roared and ratified +
the stands, only to be sent back
the thronged stretch. Twice it
away, then swelled out louder than
fore, and the motion of Col. Campt
lips was all the acceptance Everett
ceiyed As he turned toward the Sc
/, the Pierrot wheeled upon his neighl
"Tiens, Diego!" he said, "our pc
y are only doing themselves justice
=. that scar over your petty nose
Ill, served the Confeds? So did l. LIE
d. give him one good old rebel yell!
nm The Diego smiled grimly and held
VI n horny hand to the Pierrot In
ms, seconds the famous "rebel YELL" ST.
II, Inv the two, echoed in its fierce wilt
from every quarter of the field, and
f! around the general on the stand
,,s,. same curdling cry that had swung