Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1898-11-03

something Prince could not understand
and 1t made him forget who held the
bridle''
AS he came prancing up to the gate,
or rode away with an air, I used to
brella. l desired to see that feLew I'M
seated and ingloriously turned into
the mud. That would have made me
happy; and once when he had offended
me more than ever by his gallant style
Of riding, | sauntered out into the
fields-cursing him in my inmost soul
when what should I spy in the mid
die of the grass, intent upon a bunch
of clover, but a fat Raphaelite art
list, in white suit, tapping hat and
white sketching umbrella that would
have frightened the clergymans gray
mare, who was nearly as old as him
self, into being a runaway.
I rushed toward this artist with en-
thusiasm. l took off my hat to him. I
said:
''Sir, rejoice that one of your glori-
Gus profession has at last visited us.
You love the minute, I see. Have you
noticed the spiderwebs on the black
berry bushes at the turn Of the lane,
the dew sparkling on the silvery film,
the delicious fruit glowing beneath
have you seen that, sir?'
The -Raphaelite artist scratched
his head with his brush, and said:
''Well, no, I amt"
evil you come and see it, sir?'
said. 'Will you make it immortal on
your canvas!'
The pre- Raphaelite artist replied:
We'll, I wouldn't mind"
I. did not care what he said, so that
he came. My object was not art, it
was the white umbrella. I desired to
have him seated where the eyes of
handsome Arnold's FESTIVE Prince
would fall upon him as he turned the
corner of the garden walk, and to that
very spot I beguiled my artist and
there stationed him, and when he had
spiderwebs and blatkberries, hid ms
self behind tree to enjoy the
comic scene l fully expected would fol
low.
I heard handsome Arnold bid adieu
to the ladies. l heard the patter of
his horses feet upon the road, and in
a moment more saw him come gayly
on, smile upon his handsome face,
a rich color on his cheek-youth,
health, strength and happiness ex-
pressed in every curve and outline OF
his statuesque form. The next instant
Prince had seen the white artist and
the white umbrella. And then-then,
heaven forgive me, not the amusing
spectacle of handsome Arnolds dis
comfture that / had hoped to see.
He kept his seat, while Prince, rear
ing and plunging, dashed wildly away
with him toward a precipitous path
along tie cliff side, and vanished like
a mad thing, with his rider still upon
his back, going straight toward GER
tain awful precipice which oyerhung
the rocky river shore below.
I cannot go on. They picked him up
lust alive, no more, at the foot of the
precipice; and they carried him,
mere mass of broken bones and bleed
ing flesh, back to the great hotel. Late
at night l crept softly upstairs on my
way to bed, and passing Belle Bur-
toms door, heard those slow, heavy
sobs that tell of a breaking heart issu-
ing thence.
''He cannot live" the messenger
had said, and was, perhaps, doubly
murderer. I thought seriously of add
ing to my crime by committing suicide
that awful night.
But poor Arnold did live. He hadaa
wonderful constitution, unbroken,, as
all the men who knew him knew, by
dissipation of any kind, and it is hard
to kill such man. He lived, and
strength returned to him at last; but
no one would ever call him handsome a
Arnold any more. He had fallen on
his face on the horrible Jagged rocks,
and during his illness all his Ibonny
brown hair had turned. gray. No. one
would know. him, they told me; ana
so powerfully had his beauty and his
sweetness affected even men OF coarse
natures that. they uttered these words
for the most part with tears in their
eyes. AS for myself, 1 would far rath-
er have seen a ghost. .,r .,.ssat'..f
Yet the sight was forced on me. One
day received a note from him, asking
me to come to the hotel, and 1T was
signed-Henry Arnold. tfts Ss8"
I had no choice. could not refuse.
I went to him.
AS saw him seated in great ae1nr
chair in the room to which the waiter
showed meas he rose and advanced
toward me, and saw that he limped
heavily4T wonder that I did not; die.
/ felt the blood leaving my face, and
saw the hot flush rise to his, as ne sl no.
ticed the shock he gave me. 1o5is5
But he only said sal 1856
"Sit. down. It is kind of you TO
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