Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1913-12-30

ia The way. Pray tell Lord Beverley
IN take great care Y dossn't happen
again"
But this gracious speech won from
iii. girl only nod Of the head ana tho
singulariy British irritating Thank
YOU" with . rising infection at the
end.
"Please make haste: they are herr"
the artist cautioned her.
Eyes, yes. dear" tho dark woman re-
turned, and then smiled at Lady Di.
ana. Good morning"
Another little nod Of the blond head
and Thank you were her only re-
wards. The artist bowed very imper-
sonally and. with the woman who had
come for him, rode down the road.
Musingly Lady Diana looked after
them.
II wonder who he H." she said. 1aaad
what hold she has on him."
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 the
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 it
all horse rug. Lambert In person
was lcading 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 nee-
die I believe she'd charge a battery and
try to eat the guns"
Though the racer was dancing about
in 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 q dear, isn't she?" she ex-
claimed to the Jockey.
with you, my lady" he answered.
"and she's all right with me. But q
stranger would have better time try.
ing to tackle 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 her
out, my lady" he said, "but believe
The Whips about the finest lilly as
ever looked through bride. But the
very noblest ship Il 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 q hangdog,
mournful sort Of beggar, with no spir-
it's and no nerve. Whatever he's got
on his mind I don't want II ON The
Whips back. Light heart makes light
weight but bally boy with the blues
thinks he's riding hearse horse. But
wouldn't speak to your grandfather
II were you just now, my lady, he's
so irritable about the stable secrets
leaking out. and he sees tout in every
passerby. We mustn't worry him
more. TIL ind out what's the matter
with Harry"
The Marquis Of Beverley, with the
Hon. Mira. 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, I won't have it," he exclaim-
Cd. "Give orders, Tom. For all we
know the fellows -confounded
tout Of the worst possible description"
Eyes, 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 q 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 trou-
bic 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
"But not about the horses, my ladyr'
put in Lambert.
eve never mentioned tho horses"
said Lady Diana.
Mrs. Beamish, who was dry voiced
satirist, exclaimed with a purposely
infection:
what a dull conversation"
II 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 Ia his own don't bet
and I'll never let our horses be
turned into public betting machines II
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