The Kendrick gazette. [volume] (Kendrick, Idaho) 1892-1968, 1913-12-05
at wonder who he is" she said, land

But thoughts of the two were out of
the mind of Lady Diana before she
had formulated any conscious conclu-
sions. for the whole string of her
grandfather was now led into tho
yard of the stables or ridden by the
boys. Though Tom Lambert. the
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 horse rug. Lambert 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:
1.-THE filter she gets the worse she
| gets. and when she fairly cops the nee
die 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 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 ex-
claimed to the jockey.
with you, my lady" he answered,
land she's all right with me. But y
stranger would have better time try.
| ing to tackle Il tiger"
The nervous. prancing horse was put
in the stables and Tom Lambert, her
trainer, turned to his young mistress
''The marquis won't let me try hel
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 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-
it's 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 riding a hearse horse But
l wouldn't speak to your grandfather
if l were you just now. my lady, he's
so irritable about the stable secrets
leaking out. and he sees a tout in every
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. won't have it," he exclaim-
ed. Give orders. Tom For all we
know the fellows a tOut-confourded
tout of the worst possible description"
Eyes, 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 a 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 Wen have no
touts and trespassers 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 sketchbook. And we
talked about art and scenery and the
hounds"
But not about the horses. my ladyY'
put in Lambert.
I'VE 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. land don't for
get our old saying. "A Yorkshireman's
house Is his friends. but Yorkshire
mans horse is his own don't bet
myself, and I'll never let our horses be
turned into public betting machines If
|
strangers, d."
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 deter
mined 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 Arson. Har-
rvs sister. Their talk had been per-
fecty innocent and Tom had merely