The Pioche weekly record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1877-1900, 1894-05-17


Hedge, ditch and rails, besides a water
jump that will test most horses. By
Jove! Dale, if you have a beast that is
fit lend him to one of these boys for the
honor of the hag!"
Are YOU sure there will be no other
entries" the junior asked earnestly.
Certain Of it." responded the major
The light battery men make excuse in
condition of their horses; the infantry
don't care to enter-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 III reconstruction days that
body had not recognized regularly, nor
were its sympathies peculiarly enlisted
in sporting matters.
The challengers We're staff captain the
| Count de Chavirac, Of the French army,
and Baron HerOs Won Schlegen, of the
| German lancers. The accepters entered
were Ensign Manuel de la Vega, of the
| Mexican cavalry, and Capt. Vaudeville
Hoyne- Cecil, of the British lifeguard,
Higher class New Orleans was not
overgiven to mirth in those days. But
it may be surnised that many a quiet
smile 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 Yanlies!"
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
we'll matched. Already such Creole
ladies as elected to grace the occasion
wore the green and gold of the Mexican
the red and red of the Briton, the tricolol
of the France, or the red, black and blue
of Prussian.
But the United States colOrs, like the
Roman patrician families, fulgeban
ABSENT!
"You did not answer the majors sug
gestion, general" said Capt. ARNOLD
with quiet voice but eager eyes. 80
you not think that some of us owe it t.
, the brigade to do something's
+ 1--WE might see about it, perhaps,
+ Dale answered carelessly. But here j
! the omelet."
=, Only from French hands comes tn
- omeette au rhum possible perfection
the eggs beaten just enough and done t
+ the very turn, the sugar sprinkled b
~ neither prodigal nor miser, the rum ole
:. pure, strong, but with not one suspicio
of twang.
v The tough old major touched tn
= match to the amber fluid with the prid
! of the artist AS the blue flame tlickere
up the hideous, red daubed white mas
f. of Pierrot peered round the ref
70 screen.
q Without moving madame spoke thr'
-. words to her husband, rapid as flash Of
to rocket, with something of its crackle
~ their consonants. The gulnbo carrie
no sense to the best educated ears nea
If but the nominal head of the hou
". promptly formed on the majors LEI
dressed on the oinelet and stood at 80
!, tention." while madame quietly al
~. swiftly passed behind the screen.
~ And it was Pietro who few momer
To- "a IF n 1T u
W the gloria a la Creole-placlng TO
~ humps of sugar in shallow silver VI
~ sci, saturating them carefully WI
ou cognac and watching that they melt
q without burning. Then he ladled j,
the proper quantity, still afame, IL
lo' the cups, half filled with boiling ami
Id, fluid. For the cafe noir of the Creole
Vi never black, and through it one III
!, read the date upon dime.
ne "Aha! That's brandy" gurgled
ECU major, with u deep, long sniff. sd
soul and hearts blood of grape in ev'
drop! By Jove sprinkle that on
cobbles yonder and vineyard wo
spring up"
And with the aroma of that gloria
+, partv moved to the door, took rein If
d. the blue statues Of orderies and clatte
5h off A block below Everett excu
himself.
"There is a visit l must pay this me
ing," he said And mass is long 81
over"
And Pietro Bartol had followed to
door, all loyalty and bows, but as t
, rode off into the pleasant sunshine
i face changed like flash, while evil Ii
~ glowed in the eyes.
Curses on your race and KIN!
Jill, muttered savagely, but in the pu
cd French. Curse You and your flag
ain the woe it has wrought on us and o
49, True was it when said | was loya
~. - no rebel! But not loyal to tyran
Oh robbers like But even as he IA
ms his clinched hand the fiery CLEAN in
old mans eyes changed to sing
I shrewdness. and II grim smile twit'
! the gray mustache as he added VIII
S''''' deep shrug: