Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-12-17
CHAPTER III.
The Whip. +"
THOUGHTs Of the two were ont

The Whip"
ITHOUGHTS Of the two were out of
the mind of Lady Diana before
she had formulated any conscious
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 it 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 battery and try
and eat the guns
Though the racer was dancing about in
a 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 a dear, isn't she?" she exclaimed
to the jockey.
with you, my lady" he answered
land she's all right with me But stran-
ger would have a better time trying to
tackle tiger
1.-The Finest FllIy."
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 a bride. But the very noblest
ship is no good without the man at the
wheel"
Surely Harry's good enough" said
Lady Diana.
when he's himself, my lady; but just
now at times he's a hang dog, mournful
sort of beggar, with no spirits and no
nerve Whatever he's got on his mind,
! don't want 1t on The Whips back.
Light heart makes light weight, but a
bally boy with the blues thinks he's
ridin' a hearse horse. But I wouldn't
speak to your grandfather If l were you
just now, my lady; he's so irritable about
the stable secrets leakin' out, and he
sees 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 a 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
ea1Ix oNT,fo did kx,,7f r,f
the worst possible description"
About the Artist.
Yes, my lord; quite right" answered
the trainer There's no use in having
a dark horse if all the world knows it.
But, my lord, we don't know that we
shall have a winner for sure until We
try the horse, my lord. I 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"
We'll, 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 q purpose
ily rasping infection:
What a dull conversation.
81 race for myself and not for the
crowd" said Beverley "and don't forget
our old saying: a Yorkshireman's house
is his friends but Yorkshiremans horse
is his own. l don't bet myself and I'll
never let our horses be turned into pub
lie betting machines if / can help it, So
no more talk with strangers. hi.
Mrs. 5eamsh is Jealous.
Lady Diana and Beverley passed into
the kennels, and Mrs. Beamish and Tom
Lambert were 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 H.
And now the portly trainer turned to
her with the love-sick eyes through
which he had regarded her these many
years And just now Mrs Beamish was
Jealous She had seen Tom in converse
ton 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
off in his riding But Mrs Beamish,
who wouldn't admit that she had any at
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 At young girls.
In the midst Of their conversation about
The Whip Bhe turned upon Lambert to
shake her finger with:
~ saw you talking with Myrtle An
SON"
Mrs Beamsh-honorabl madanl-you
lares Jealous" exclaimed Lambert, joyous
lthat II was So and yet fearing her dry
temper.
"Of you? Nsver!" returned the flame OF
his youth.
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