Judge — November 28, 1885 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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BODY and ming bride just re- turned from their wedding tour and gone to housekeeping in the loveliest cottage — im bie ery morning — his adorabl a, in the sweetest of morning ppers, poured out the Gods” for her adoring Every day the devoted husband tried to devise some new pleasure for his darling, and often when his Clara’s hands were busy with her needle—em- broidering little works of art upon her crazy quilt—her mind was occupied with her dearest George. So self-contained! So sweet-tempered. Had she not seen him ride a half dozen times in succession around the roller coa And often she had known him to watch a game of base-ball to its close without getting mad and swearing! Such was the love and admiration that existed between this devoted pair! ; One sunny afternoon George came into his wife’s dainty little sitting-room where she was en in painting one of Ra- phacl’s cherubs on a dust-pan—and — kiss ing her affectionately, said: “Come, hurry up, Clara, and. get’ your bonnet. We're going for a ride into the country. ‘The hor and carriage ‘Il around in minutes. We ing to havea broncho. I don’t know broncho is, ex bat I supy tame mustan they say those mus- tangs are splendid travellers. In a few minutes Clara came tripping down stairs arrayed in a most fascinating Parisian street cos- tume, and while she was drawing on her dainty gloves, up the road, in a cloud of dust, came the livery- stable man with the broncho. ‘To the disappointment and sur- prise of George and Clara, that animal was not at all attractive; on the contrary, he had a vicious, ont-all-night expression, und seemed to be in a great hurry, as if he had forgotten something and must fter it right away. “ Oh, George! ” said Clara, disappointedly. ‘Is hat abroncho? I thought a broncho was a dear, little shaggy horse with a bushy tail.” * Well, this isa broncho, anyway,” answered George. ‘ Per- haps he knew he was going out with a lady and got shaved.” The livery-stable man looked at the dainty little lady and then at the white, slender hands and general dude app nee of the gentleman and, for a moment, seemed to be considering the ad- Visubility of making some remarks, but evidently deciding the mutter in the negative, he held the bridle until they were seated in the carriage and ready for a start, then touched his hat and disap- peared around the corner. George had occasionally driven horses before, although he was no horseman; but they bad been refined, gentlemanly animals who understood what was expected of them and acted accordingly. ‘The broncho was not an ordinary steed. — His style of moving off was to make a bound into the sir and spring off down the road ata heart of the limited express—a style made perfect by constant practice and which he proceeded to elucidate at once. | ments!” Lever want to see his features ter without a touch of vertigo? | rate of speed calculated to strike a pang of envy to even the hard | When he had accomplished the distance of about half a mile— | sual trip—the broncho stopped as suddenly as he had vorge and Clara, feeling as though they had. be aught up in the air by a terri tornade and thrown to the ¢ with great violence, had time to collect their th about. The broncho, evidently thinking it would be best to indulge in a little refreshment before proceeding to renewed efforts, quietly walked over to the side of the road and proceed to cat grass. n rth shts and look Oh, George!” cried Clara, ‘* Your hat’s gone and your coat’s covered with dust. Oh, you just look like everything.” “Oh, well, you never mind me. Just look at If, won't you? Your hat’s all over your eyes and your hair all hanging down your back. Folks Il think I'm on the way to the asylum with an e ed lunatic.” . “You ought to be ashamed of yourself to eorge Peabody! I’m not to blame. ou ak to me in that 's all that vicious “Don’t call that thing ‘a hors ‘Talk about ‘mustang /ina- in. You'd bett jam that bonnet on your head and get out while you can.” The broncho, ing finished his first cou this instant and proceeded to go through some on aim: ary horizontal bar, looking back into the buggy out of the corner of his eye to see how much admiration this performance was exciting in the breasts of the beholders. e, stopped eating a ymnastic exerc “Oh, George! don’t mouth so wre tear- ing your coat, he sleeve is all ripping out of the arm-hole.” “Oh shut up! can't you? Don’t you sup- pose I know it? Do you suppose a fellow n lose his cout sleeves without know- ing it. “Oh, George, want to go home! want to go home: Il, then, go Why don't odnight! a! Good- I've got my hands full with this broncho. Do you suppose I need anyone I 1 around to amuse 2 Frock (Gear “Oh let =" —— me out! He's acting nd worse Well, stop your erying then—that’s what makes him wor: avens! if a man can’t stand a woman's crying what can you expect of a horse?” Oh, you unfecling man, ‘There! he is going to stand on his hind leg: Oh, let me o: let me out!” “Will you let go of my arm? If he’s sworn eff going on all fours he don’t want to spend all his time on his fore-legs, does he? You keep still and watch him and perhaps he'll end up by sitting down on the tip of his tail.” ‘Oh Vl never go out riding again—never, never again! Oh, rt Oh dear!” Well, the prospect now in—lefore long, to m. Mourners behind.” “Oh you hard-hearted man! Oh look ook at his eye. I’ve heard of a horse eye.” “ “Not this horse—some other horse. He isn’t looking at you. He’s only making up his mind what he'll do next.” Oh, if mother was only here—if my mother was only here!” ** Well, / don’t wish she was here. If there’s ever a time when I don’t want any mother-in-law in mine it's when I’m busy sawing on a broncho.” “Oh, George! Inever thought you would speak to me like that. I—Oh, what is he going todo now? Oh, he’s going to tip us over and liedown! I'm going to jump out. Don’t hold me back.” “Well, jump. If you feel called upon to break your neck, is that we’ Lboth of us go out riding Black carr ge with plumes. Double him now, George! aving the devil in his comicbooks.com