Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-12-17
CHAPTER III.
The Whin /"
TTHOUGHTs Of The Two wer,

ness, for the whole string of horses OF
her grandfather was now led into the
yard OF the stables or ridden by the
boys. Though Tom Lambert, the trainer
OF the stables, was nominally in charge
Of all the horses, he paid no attention
to any save the nervous, skittish creature
covered with her horse clothing and
wearing over ii all a horse rug Lam
| bert in person was leading her.
The girl made some remark TO the
middle-aged trainer. who had been a boy
In the Beverley stables, and he answered
as to the condition Of the pride of the
Falconhurst stables:
The filter she gets the worse she gets.
and when she fairly cops the needle
believe she'd charge a battery and try
and eat the guns"
Though the racer was dancing about ir
semi circle, held by Lambert at the
head and Harry Arson, her jockey. in the
saddle, Lady Diana went to the rescue
resenting any slur upon the reputation
Of her pet
She's dear, isn't she?" she exclaimed
to the jockey
with you, my lady" he answered,
"and she's all right with ne But stran-
ger would have better time trying to
tackle tiger
1.-THE Finest Fully"
The nervous, prancing horse was put in
the stables and Tom Lambert, her train
er, turned to his young mistress
The marquis won't let me try her out,
my lady" he said, but l believe The
Whips about the finest FLY as ever looked
through bride. But the very noblest
ship is no good without the man at the
wheel"
Surely Harrys good enough" said
Lady Diana.
when he's himself, my lady, but just
now at times he's a hang dog, mournful
sort of beggsr, with no spirits and no
nerve Whatever he's got on his mind,
l don't want it on The Whips back.
Light heart makes light weight. but
bally boy with the blues thinks he's
! ridin' hearse horse But 1 wouldn't
speak to your grandfather If I were you
Just now my lady; he's so irritable about
the stable secrets leakin' out, and he
sees a tout in every passerby. We must
not worry him more, I'll find out what's
the matter with Harry"
The marquis of Beverley, with the Hon,
Mrs Beamish, the middle aged distant
cousin Of Lady Diana, and her cOmpan-
ion, rode into the yard, and the marquis,
who had seen the artist and his COM
panion in the motor car, was quite sure
that the artist was tout
Lady Diana told him of her encounter
with the artist and that he had been
sketching in the yard.
well, l won't have it." he exclaimed.
Give orders, Tom For all we know
the fellows a tout-a COMPOUNDED tout of
the worst possible description
About the Artist.
Yes, my lord; quite right answered
| the trainer. There's no use in having
dark horse if all the world knows it.
! But. my lord, we don't know that we
shall have winner for sure until we
try the horse, my lord. ] do wish"
Plenty of time for that, Tom re-
| turned the marquis, who now, with Mrs.
Beamish was out of the dog cart and
about the yard I'VE don't want to have
the two thousand guinea race on the trial
ground But Wen have no touts and tres
passers on my grounds.
| well, grandfather you needn't trou-
BILE about this trespasser," said Lady
Diana, Il know he's an artist. He showed
me his sketch book And we talked about
art and scenery and the hounds"
| But not about my horses, my lady?"
put in Lambert
I'VE never mentioned the horses" said
Lady Diana
Mrs. Beamish. middle-aged and dry
voiced satirist. exclaimed with a purpose
! ly rasping 'infection;
1 what a dull conversation.
J q race for myself and not for the
crowd" said Beverley, "and don't forget
Gun. old saying a Yorkshireman house
! is his friends, but Yorllshireman horse
! is his own I don't bet myself and III
never let our horses be turned into pub
lie betting machines if I can help il. So
no more talk with strangers Di
Mrs. Beamlsh Is Jealous.
/ Lady Diana and Beverley passed into
the kennels. and Mrs. Beamish and Tom
Lambert we're left alone. The middle
, aged pair had a strong mutual attach
ment and Mrs. Beamish certainly intend
/ ed some day TO marry Lambert. who
/ had been the sweetheart Of her youth,
! but she was determined to die rather
! than admit IL.
And now the portly trainer turned to
! her with the love-sick eyes through
which he had regarded her these many
wears. And just now Mrs Beamish was
! Jealous. She had seen Tom in converse
! tion with Myrtle Arson, Harry's sister
Their talk had been perfectly innocent
and Tom had merely tried TO find out
from her what was making Harry fall
oN i'm his riding But Mrs Beamish
who wouldn't admit that she had any al
lection for Lambert, wouldn't admit either
/ that there was any good in his character
She seemed prone to think that her Old
! lover was now at the age when middle
aged men leer al young girls.
! In the midst of their conversation about
Tho Whip she turned upon Lambert to
shake her finger with:
u saw you talking with Myrtle An
son"
Mrs. Beamish-honorab madam-you
arc ieaIousv exclaimed Lambert, joyous
mat II was 50 and yet fearing her dry
temper.
"Of YOU? Never" returned the fame Of
his youth. -