Indiana daily times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1914-1922, 1921-05-28

had often guyed Sans pony for being
ridden by a guitar player instead of by
a rollicking, cussing, aH-wool cowboy.
No man is a hero to his saddle horse
And even an escalator in department
store might be excused for tripping up
a troubadour.
Oh, | know I'm one; and so are you.
You remember the stories you memorize
and the card tricks you study and that
little piece on the piano-how does 1t go /!
- ti-tum- tie tum- ti-tum those little
Arabian Ten Minute Entertainments that
you furnish when you go up to can on
your rich Aunt Jane. You should know
that omnoe personoe in tres parties dl-
visae stunt Namely: Barons Trouba-
dours, and Workers. Barons have no IN
clination to read such folderol as TINS !;
and Workers have no time; so | know
you must be a Troubadour, and that you
will understand Sam Galloway. Whether
we sing, act, dance, write, lecture, or
paint we are only troubadours; so let us
make the worst Of it.
face, guided by the pressure of sam 5
knees, bore that wandering minstrel
sixteen miles southeastward. Nature
was in her most benignant mood.
League after league of delicate, sweet
aowerets made fragrant the gently I'M
dulating prairie. The east wind tenn
pered the spring warmth; wool-white
clouds flying in from the Mexican Gull
llQQered the uITecL rays OA the app
sun Sam sang songs as he rode. Under
his pony's bride he had tucked some
sprigS of chaparral to keep away the
deer flies. Thus crowned. the long-faced
quadruped looked more Dantesque tnan
before, and, judging by his countenance,
seemed to think of Beatrice.
Straight as topography permitted, sam
rode to the sheep ranch of old man I'll
lison. A visit to shep ranch seemed
to him desirable just then. There had
I MIA fnn
argument. competition, confusion, at
Rancho Attic. He had never conferred
upon old man Ellison the favor OF So
j0urning at his ranch; but he knew ne
would be welcome. The troubadour is
his own passport everywhere. The work
ers in the castle let down the draw
bridge to him, and the Baron sets him
at his left hand at table in the banquet
hall. There ladies smile upon him and
applaud his songs and stories, while the
workers bring boars' heads and fagons-
If the Baron mods once or twice in his
carved oaken chair, he does not do II
maliciously.
Old man Ellison welcomed the trouba.
dour flatteringly. He had often heard
| praises of Sam Galloway from other
/ ranchmen who had been complimented
by his visits. but had never aspired TO
such an honor for his own humble
/ barony. l say barony because old man
| Ellison was the Last OF the Barons. Oi
I =
/ to know him. or he wouldn't have con-
ferred that sobriquet upon Warwick. In
| life it is the duty and the function OF
the Baron TO provide work for the work
ers and lodging and shelter for the
trOubadours.
Old man Ellison was a shrunken old
man. with a short, yellow white beard
and a face lined and scanned by past.
and gone smiles His ranch was a little
two-room box house in a grove of hack
berry trees in the lonesomest part Of the
sheep country. His household consisted
Of a kiowa Indian man cook, four
hounds, a pet sheep, and hah-tamed
coyote, chained to a fence-post. lie
owned 5000 sheep. which he ran on two
sections of leased land and many thou
sands of acres neither leased nor owned.
Three or four times a year some one
who spoke his language would ride up
to his gate and exchange a few bald
ideas with him. Those were red-letter
days to old man Ellison. Then in what
| illuminated, embossed, and gorgeously
decorated capitals must have been writ
| ten the day on which a troubadour-a
| troubadour who. according TO the ency.
1 clopaedia, should have fourished between
/ the eleventh and the thirteenth centuries
/ drew rein at the gates OF his bar Jnial
/ castle.
| Old man Ellison's smiles came bach
/ and filed his wrinkles when he saw sam
| He hurried ont Of the house in his shut
! ding limping way to greet him.
Hello, Mr.. Ellison" called Sam cheer
/ fully. Thought I'd drop over and zee
you a while. Notice you've had fiue
/ rains on your range. They ought to