Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1913-12-16

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boys. Though Tom Lambert, the
i trainer Of the stables, was nominally
| in charge of all Of the horses he paid
no attention to any save the nervous
skittish creature covered with her
horse clothing" and wearing over 1t
all a horse rug. Lambert in person
was leading her.
| The girl made some remarks to
the middle aged trainer, who had been
boy in the Beverley stables. and he
answered as to the condition Of the
pride of the Falconhurst stables:
1.-THE filter she gets the worse she
gets. and when she fairly cops the
needle believe she'd charge battery
and try to eat the guns.
Though the racer was dancing about
in a semicircle, held by Lambert at
the head and Harry Anson, her jock
ey, 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 ex-
claimed to the jockey.
with you, my lady," he answered.
| "and she's all right with me. But
stranger would have a better time
trying to tackle a tiger"
The nervous, prancing horse was
put in the stables and Tom Lambert,
her trainer, turned to his young mis-
tress.
1.-THE marquis won't let me try her
out, my lady," he said, "but 1 believe
The Whips about the finest filly as
ever looked through 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 hangdog'
mournful sort of beggar, with no spir-
its and no nerve. Whatever he's got
on his mind I don't want 1t on The
Whips back. Light heart makes light
| weight but a bally boy with the blues
thinks he's riding hearse horse. But
wouldn't speak to your grandfather
if 1 were you just now, my lady, hes
so irritable about the stable secrets
leaking out, and he sees tout In ev-
ery passerby. We mustn't 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
companion, rode into the yard, and
the marquis, who had seen the artist
and his companion in the motorcar'
was quite sure that the artist was
tout.
Lady Diana told him Of her encoun-
ter with the artist and that he had
been sketching in the yard
well 1 won't have it," he exclaim-
ed. Give orders, Tom. For all we
know the fellows a tout-confounded
tout of the worst possible descrip-
tion!"
"Yes, my lord, quite right" answer
ed 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 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 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
| trouble about this trespasser,' said
Lady Diana. II 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
lady?" put in Lambert.
1--WE never mentioned the horses" )"
said Lady Diana.
Mrs Beamish, who was dry voiced
satirist, exclaimed with a purposely
rasping infection:
What a dull conversation"
81 race for myself and not for the
crowd" said Beverley, "and don't for
get our old saying, A Yorkshireman's
house is his friends but a Yorkshire
mans horse is his own 1 don't bet
myself, and I'll never let our horses be
turned into public betting machines If
1 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 strong mutual
attachment, and Mrs. Beamish GER
tainly intended some day to marry
Lambert, who had been the sweet
heart Of her youth, but she was de-
termined to die rather than admit it.
And now the portly trainer turned
to her with the lovesick 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, Har-
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-
nit 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 a. the age when
middle aged men leer at young girls.
In the midst of their conversation
about The Whip, as she turned upon
Lambert to shake her finger with:
II saw you talking with Myrtle An
SON."
Mrs. Beamish-honorable madam
you're jealous!" exclaimed Lambert
joyous that it was so and yet fearing
her dry temper.
!. "Of you 1? Never!" returned the
flame Of his youth.
: Not now perhaps" he returned
temporizing. But in the old days
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