The Indianapolis sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis, Ind.) 1880-1904, 1885-04-19

man long when | have learned to de-
spise her. | came home TO apologize,
and to place myself under your orders,
if you will forgive me. and find some
thing useful for me TO do"
SO will, my boy; there's my hand.
Now out with it. What did you go
away for, since it wasn't a petticoat"
We'll, sir, am afraid shall offend
you"
Not bit of it, after I've given you
my hand. Come, now, what was itT"
Walter pondered and hesitated, but
at last hit upon way tc explain.
"Sir," said he, until l was six years
old they used to give me peaches from
| Oddingtcu House; but one fine day the
supply stopped, and / uttered small
howl to my nurse. Old John heardme,
and told me Oddington was sold, house,
| garden, estate, and all"
Colonel Clifford sn0rted.
Walter resumed, modestly but firmly:
Il was thirteen; L used to fish in q
brook that ran near DraytOn Park. One
day l was fishing there, when brown
velveteen chap stopped me, and told me
| / was trespassing. 'Trespassingp said
i. Il have fished here all my life; am
Walter Clifford, and this belongs to my
| father Well said the man, I've
| heerd it did belong to Colonel Clifford
| onst, but now it belongs TO Muster Mills;
so you must fish in your own water,
| Young gentleman, leave Ourn to us as
owns it. Till was eighteen | used to
| shoot snipes in rushy bottom near
| Calverley Church. One day a fellow in
black velveteen, and CATERS up to his
| middle, warned me out of that in the
| name of Muster Cannon"
Colonel Clifford, who had been drum
| ming on the table all this time, looked
uneasy, and muttered, with some little
air of conjunction: They have pluck
| ed my feathers deucedly, that's fact.
| Hang that fellow Stevens, persuading
| me to keep race-hOrSes:it's all his fault.
| Well, sir, proceed with your Observa-
| tiOns."
| well, / inquired who could afford to
buy what we were too poor to keep, and
| found these wealthy purchasers were
| all in trade. not one of them gentle
| man"
"You might have guessed that" said
| Colonel Clifford; 'it is as much as a
gentleman can do to live Outof jail now
a-days."
Eyes, sir" said Walter. Cotton had
bought one of these estates, tallOw an
| other, and lucifer-matches the other"
| PLAGUE take them all threel" rOared
the Colonel.
well, then. sir" said Walter, N could
| not help thinking there must be some
magic in trade, and had better GO into
| it. l didn't think you would consent to
that. | wasn't game to defy you; SO |
did meanish thing, and slipped away
| into a merchants office"
And made your fortune in three
months?" inquired the Colonel.
NO, didn't; and don't think trade
is the thing for me. l saw deal of
avarice and meanness, and thief of a
| clerk got his master to suspect me of
dishonesty; so | snapped my fingers at
them all, and here L am. But" said the
poor young fellow, Il do wish, father,
YOU would put me into something where
| / can make little money, so that when
this estate comes to be Sold | may be
the purchaser"
Colonel Clifford started up in great
emotion.
sell Clifford Hail. where | was born,
and you were born, and everybody was
bOrnl Those estates [ sold were only
outlaying properties"
"They were beautiful Ones" said Wal
ter. Il never see such peaches now"
AS you did when you were six years
OLD" suggested the Colonel. NO, nor
you never will. I've been six myself.
1
But, sir, / don't see any such trout,
and no such haunts for snipe."
SDo you mean to insult me-" cried
the Colonel, rather suddenly. This is
what we are come to now. Here's a
brat of six begins taking notes against
his own father; and he improves on the
Scotch pOet-he doesn't print 'em. No,
he accumulates them cannily until he Is
twenty, but never says awOrd. He loads
his gun up to the muZZle, and waits, as
the years roll on, with his linstock in
his hand, and one fine day at breakfast
he fires his treble charge of grape-shot
at his own father"
AT this moment the steward entered.
Jackson" said the Colonel, in the very
same tone he was speaking in, put up
my race-horses to auction by public adj
vertiSement."
But, sir, Jenny has got to run at Der.
by, and the brown colt at Nottingham,
and the six-year-old gelding at handi-
cap at Chester, and the chestnut is en-
tered for the Syllinger next year."
Sell them with their engagements.
And the trainer, sir?"
"Give him his warning"
And the jockey"
Discharge him on the spot, and take
him by the ear out of the premises be-
fore he pOisons the lot. Keep one of the
stable-bOys, and let my groom do the
rest"
But who is to take them to the place
of auction, sir?"
Nobody. I'll have the auction here
and sell them where they stand. Sub
nit all your books of account to this
young gentleman"
The steward looked little blue, and
Walter demonstrated gently. ITO me
father?"
why, you can cipher, can't YEP"
Rather; it is the best thing do"
And you have been in trade, haven't
ye?"
why, yes"
"Then you will detect plenty of swim
dies, if you find out one in ten. Above
all, cut down my expenditure to my In.
come. A gentleman of the nineteenth
century, sharpened by trade, can easily
do that. Sell Clifford Hall? I'd rather
live on the rabbits and the pigeons ant