The Hays free press. [volume] (Hays, Kan.) 1908-1924, 1908-07-11
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6AQ lAC B0nO hluQ VI uOllOdy dD-
pealed to US both. Vincent's whole
name and title Is Lord Wilfred Vim
cent, for he Is the younger son of the
old duke OF Totten. Men Of his own
age call him Freddy" but l call him
Vincent or Wilfred, because 1 con-
slider curtailed appellations undignified.
Vincent Is an artist-that is, he calls
himself one; his friends call him "a
dabbler in art" He doesn't really go
in for it seriously, you know, but he
did little sketches of cows and that
sort Of thing rather well, / fancy. So
we agreed that our aim was to find
little old village, far away from
London, and get rooms In some old
farmhouse. My idea was that Vincent
would go out and paint the cows while
] would lie in the hammock and the
old lady would bring me buttermilk.
Wilfred had an idea that he, too,
would like to spend good bit Of his
time In q hammock, but with this diff
ference, that the old lady's beautiful
daughter was to bring him lemonade.
But 1 pointed out to him that the
chief reason that / was running away
from town was to get rid OF the
NOOoSNhNOD, anu LhCl ne VI AoNO ~
leave the fair ones out of our air
castle.
Our plan was just to bask in Nature
and We had six weeks to bask in. The
foreign ONCE doesn't seem to require
much Of Wilfrsd's time and he doesn't
do anything else except "dabble." OF
course. being . younger son, he hasn't
q shilling OF his own, but the old duke
makes him q comfortable allowance,
because he dotea on Wilfred as much
- he detests his eldest son, Edmund,
the heir to the dukedom. So, when
Vincent complained of feeling "alI run
down" 1t was easy for him to get six
weeks on, although, as l tell him, he
has been getting six weeks off, ever
since he left Oxford, two years ago.
He isn't "a yet.
Nevertheless. Vincent is one of the
best little chaps in the world. don't
mean that he is understood, for he
stands six feet two in his stockings;
but is so good natured, so jolly and
amiable and straight-well-jus natur-
ally nice. don't you know-that every
body is lust crazy about him." as the
American girl met last summer used
to say, and all the men, young and old
alike. have gotten to calling him "lit-
tie Vincent" or Freddy" from his
Elton days, just by way of endearment.
OF course, I'm much older than Vim
cent-to be more exact, there's mat
ter of IL or 10 years between us-but
] must say 1 can't help being drawn
to him. I've known him ever since he
was born, and then, you see, we're
both Oxford men, belong to the same
clubs, and. of course, Terhune Is as
old a name as Vincent, even If it hasn't
any handle to it, and, II l do say II,
there's never a dinner given in Lon
don town that Archibald Terhune 10
not invited. BUT, somehow in this, my
tenth season, 1 became utterly weary
of the limelight, the dinners, the balls,
the matchmaking mammas Cfor 1 am
an eligible bachelor, and, most OF
all the debutantes, with their edu-
Gated smiles and cultivated stares.
felt that l must fee from London to
escape. and thus, as Vincent is al
ways ready for a holiday. we found
ourselves one fine day well started on
our jurney. We had taken the noon
train for Kingsbridge, and changing
InGTS were 10 SO On u SuppSlOAC,
which an artist friend of Vincent's had
recommended to US as just the place
We were looking for.
Jolly lark this said Vincent, after
We had been some time on our way;
"only hope Cuppstone and Damer's
farm will be what we want. Graham
cracked 1t up to the skies"
That's the trouble 1 complained:
when a things talked up too much
rs sure to disappoint one"
wait till you see it, old pessimist!"
said Vincent. with cheerful grin.
TITS got cows which provide butter
MIX and art, and I've got some lem
onS In my grip for the lemonade. The
only thing that troubles me is the
landlady's beautiful daughter. I'm
afraid she'll be a minus quantity
Then he put his feet across on my
side Of the carriage and lit nasty
sMOlly, old pipe. That's the worst
Of Vincent; he's so young he doesn't
think how 4 thing like that may gel
o. ones nerves. But l wouldn't hurt
his feelings for anything. and so had
10 let him smoke.
About three O'Clock in the after
noen. when we had left the comfort
able carriages of the main line fol
the ramshackle ones of the branch
line, we came to sudden stop in the
eOnter of a big stretch of meadow
laad. few miles away we could SCI
the. snires and roofs of little village
and, what was more. noticeable, a bis
castle, that stood on higher ground
some distance above the town, bu
not far from where the train haC
stopped. 1 asked the guard what the
trouble was, and he told me tina
something was wrong with the engin.
and 1t might be q couple of hours be
fore We could go ahead.
Just as he finished his explanation
Vincent, who had been looking out o
the window with great interest. spranl
@ His foot zAd aAoOk my shoulder e