The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1934-10-29
TheAmateur Gentleman
BY Jeffrey FarnoI

indeed. you look dreadfully fero-
cious, Barnabasl"
"Im-very hungry. duchess"
of course you are, Barnabas, and
God bless you for TT"
"A steak, madam. or a chop. I
think"
Would be excellent, Barnabas"
And I wish to get up, duchess"
To be sure you do. Barnabas-
there. lie down, sol"
But, madam, I am firmly re-
solved-I'm quite determined to get
up. at once"
Quite so. dear Barnabas-lay
your head back on the pillow! Dear
me, how comfortable you look! And
now. YOU are hungry, you say?
Then III sit here and gossip to you
while you take your chicken BROTH
You may bring it in, Mr.. Peterby."
Chicken BROTH" snarled Barna-
has. frowning blacker than ever,
but, madam, tell you I won't have
the stuff; I repeat, madame, that I
am quite determined to"
There, there-rest your poor
tired head-so. And it's all a de-
liciOus jelly when it's cold-I mean
the chicken broth, of course, not
your head. All; you may give it
to me, Mr. Peterby, and the spoon
thank you'll Now, Barnabas!"
And hereupon, observing the firm
set Of her grace's mouth, and the
authoritative flourish of the spoon
she held in her small, though i'm
perious hand, Barnabas submitted
and lying back among his pillows in
sulky dignity, swallowed the decoc-
ton in sulky silence, and thereafter
lay hearkening sulkily to her merry
chatter until he had sulked himself
to sleep again.
His third awakening was much
like the first in that room, was full
of sunshine, and the air vibrant
with the song of birds; yet here in
deed lay a difference; for now,
mingled with the piping chorus,
Barnabas was vaguely conscious of
another sound, soft and low and oft
repeated, a very melodious sound.
Therefore, being yet heavy with
sleep, Barnabas yaWned, and pres
emily turning, propped himself upon
his elbow and was just in time to
see a shapeless something vanish
from the ledge of the open window.
Now presently as he lay with his
eyes turned ever toward the open
easement, the sound that had puz-
lied him came again, soft and melo-
dious.
Some one was whistling 1.-THE
British Grenadiers."
And, in this moment a bedraggled
object began to make its appear
ance. slowly and by degrees resolv-
ing itself into a battered hat. Inch
by inch it rose up over the window
ledge-the dusty crOwn-the frayed
band-the curly brim, and beneath
it a face there was no mistaking by
reason of its round, black eyes and
the untamable ferocity of its whisk-
ers. HereupOn, with its chin resting
upon the window-sill, the head
gently shook itself to and fro.
sighed. and thereafter pronounced
these words:
'Devilish pale; Deuced thin!
But himself again. Oh, lucky dog!
With fortune eager to dover him
with all the treasures of her cornu-
cOpia, and beauty waiting for him
with eXpectant arms, oh, lucky dog!
Oh, happy youth! Congratulation,
Beverley, glad of it, my dear fellow,
you deserve it all and more. Oh,
fortunate wight! But as for me
you behold the last of lonely Smiv-
vie, sir, of bereaved Digby-of soli-
tary Dig. Poor Barrymaine's star is
set and mine is setting-westwards,
sir-my bourne is the far Americas,
Beverley"
"Ah. Mr.. Smivvle!" exclaimed
Barnabas, sitting up, I'm glad to
see you-very glad. But what do
you mean by American"
Ito Be Continued