The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-11-05
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Yes. my Io.,.. t,..Atu -ght,' answered the trainer. There's no use in having 8 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. do wish''-
 4sPlenty of time for that, Tom," re- turned the marquis, who now, with Mrs Beamish, was out of the dog cart and about the yard. ''We don't want to leave the Two Thousand Guinea race on the trial ground But we'll have no touts and trespassers on my grounds
 well, grandfather, you needn't trou- ble about this trespasser," said Lady Diana. "I know he's an artist He showed me his sketchbook. And we talked about art and scenery and the hounds''
 But not about the horses, my Iady?'' put in Lambert
 we never mentioned the horses said Lady Diana.
 Mrs Beamish, who was dry voiced satirist exclaimed with a purposely rasping infection:
 .eWhat a dull conversation.''
 'sI race for myself and not for the crowd said Beverley, ''and don't for get OUT old saying, "A Yorkshireman's house is his friends, but a Yorkshire mans horse is his own I don't bet myself, and I'll never let our horses be turned into public betting machines if I can help it So no more talk with strangers, Di"
 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 attachment, and Mrs. Beamish cer-
 
 Lambert, who had been the sweet heart of her youth, but she was deter mined to die rather than admit it
 And now the portly trainer turned to her with the Iovesick eyes through which he had regarded her these many years. And just now Mrs. Beamish was jealous. She had seen Tom in conversation with Myrtle AnsOn, liar rvs sister Their talk had been per fectly 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 ad- init that she had any affection 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 1eer at young girls.
 Tn the midst of their conversation about The Whip she turned upon Lam bert to shake her finger with:
 II saw you talking with Myrtle An son.
 Mrs. Beamish-honorabIe madam you're jealousr' exclaimed Lambert, joyous that it was so and yet fearing her dry temper.
 "Of you? T? Never!'' returned the flame of his youth
 Not now perhaps" he returned, temporfzing But in the old days don't you remember how wild you was with me-about little Susie Dobbs- when you and me was keeping con- pany''-
 We never kept company" returned the Hon. Mrs. mish furious
 Well. if we didn't. then we ought to have kept company" answered the literal Tom, with me walking out with you and kissing you.''
 Once only and by accident cut in the elderly flame of days when the Beverley stables were smaller.
 Well, I suppose collisions an ac- Rident, but liked it, and so did you,' said Lambert
 ''I didnt,'' denied Mrs. Beamish.
 You and I were happy went on The Whips master, ''tll Beamish came l along and you got taken with him l can't forget you, Betty, and what l might have happened. Don't you ever remember, Betty, before you was a | great lady?''
 The air of the woman was kinder | than it had been for some time to | Tom
 I'm not a great lady, Tom,'' she | gaid gently for one of her vigorous per ''I'm a poor relation. though | Lord Beverley doesn't treat me like one But I am, I'm Lady Dis com panion and distant cousin by mar riage- I'm sort of female major domo of the household, and I'm very happy. | Tom, I'm not a snob, but I've got to remember that Pm the Hon. Mrs Beamish; that I'm Lord Beverley's Haustn bx marriage that be looks upon