The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1934-11-05
INSTALLAIENT ONE HUNDRED
THIRTY SEVEN Continued

INSTALLATENT ONE HUNDRED
THIRTY-SEVEN Continued
"Sir." said Martin as Barnabas
prepared % mount sir. I hear as
sou amt thinking Of going back to
town."
To the best OF my belief. no
Martin"
why. then. sir" said the old
room. his face clouding. ''p'raps Id
letter be packing up my bits O.
rapg. sir7"
Yes. Martin. I think you had.
uswered Barnabas. and swung
llmzcIf somewhat awkwardly into
ne saddle.
VERY good. sir" sighed old Mar
10. his gray head dropping I
lone my best for the 'oss and you.
W. but I know In a bit too old
or the Job. p'raps and"
But al this moment Peterby ap-
reached.
Sir" he inquired. a little anxi-
1usiv. "do you feel able-well
-n0ggh 20 ride-alOne2"
why bless YOU. John. Of course
Z do I'm nearly well" answered
Barnabas. settling his feet in the
stirrups. and that reminds me. you
VIII discharge all the servants
months wages. John. and shut up
this place as soon as possible. As for
Martin here. Of course you viii bring
him with you II he viii come. We
shall need him hereafter. shan't we,
John2 And perhaps we'd better offer
him another ten shillings a week
considering he viii have so many
more responsibilities on the farm"
So saying. Barnabas waved his
hand. wheeled his horse. and rode
OF down the drive: but, glancing
back. when he had gone a little way,
he saw that Peterby and the old
groom yet stood looking after him,
and in the face Of each was a
brightness that was not Of the sun.
on rode Barnabas, filling his
lungs with great draughts OF the
balmy air and looking about him,
eager-eyed.
But, in a while, remembering
CleOne's note, he must needs check
his speed. and taking the paper
from his bosom, began to con it
over.
Pride goeth before destruction,
and a naughty spirit before a fall.
Selhshness shall find its own
reward.
Journeys end in lovers meet
ings."
Now as he rode thus at hand
pace. pulling over these cryptic
words, he was presently aroused by
a voice, somewhat harsh and dis
cordant, singing at no great dis
lance.
Barnabas raised
Il his head and. glancing to one
side Of the way. beheld the singer
sitting beneath the hedge. He was
a small. merry-eyed man and, while |
he sang. he was busily setting out |
certain edibles upon the grass at |
his feet. Barnabas refined up and |
looked down at him with a smile.
And pray" he inquired, "how
do books sell these DAYS?
Why. they do and they don't, |
sir. Sermons are a drug and novels |
amt much better. poems is pretty |
bobbish. but sOng-bOOks is my meat. |
And, talking o. song books, here's |
one as is Jest the thing for a con- |
yivial cock o. the game-a fine, /
young. slap-up buck like you. my 4
.Ord. Here's a book to kill care, /
drive away sorrer. and give a lev /
Filler 10 black despair. A book ASH |
make the sad merry, and the merry |
merrier."
There you are. sir-there's a
book for you'll A book? A whole Ii
5ree-a vaddy-mekkum o. wit. and |
chOck fun o. humOrl What dye say |
for such a wOllum O. sparkling bon /
mots? Say a guinea. say fifteen |
bob? say ten? COme-you shall |
take it for hvel Five bob for
book as amt 10 be exalted nO-how
and nO-Wheer-"
Not in Asia. Africa or Amer
ica2" said Barnabas.
"Eh2" said the peddler. glancing