The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1934-05-09

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CHAPTER ONE

landlord of the "Coursing
Hound" set screwed round
in his chair with his eyes
yet turned to the door that
had closed after the depart
ing lawyer fully five min
utes ago, and his eyes were
wide and blank, and his
mouth (grim and close
Tipped as a rule) gaped, be-
coming aware of which, he
closed it with a snap, and
passed a great knotted fist
across his brow.
"Barnabas," said he slowly, Il
beant asleep an dreaming be I,
Barnabas?"
mo, father!"
Observation-Disclosures
pound. 1t were seven-'undred
thousand pound, weren't it, Bar
nabas?"
Yes, father"
"Seven-'undred-thou-l MOI I
can't believe it, Barnabas my
bye"
Neither can 1, father" said
Barnabas, still staring down at the
papers which Uttered the table
before him.
Nor 1 aren't a-going to try to
believe it, Barnabas."
And yet-here it is, all written
down in black and white, and you
heard what Mr. Crabtree said?"
All heerd, but arter all
Crabtree's only lawyer-though
ae good un as lawyers go, always
been honest an square wi me
leastways I've never caught him
trying to bamboozle John Barty
yet-an' what the eye don't OBJ
serve the heart don't grieve, Bar
nabas my bye, an there y are.
But seven undred thousand
pounds is coming it a bit too
strong-if he d ha' knocked off
a few 'undred thousand I could
ha' took it easier BarnabaS, but,
as it iS-no, Barnabasp
IT'S great fortune!" said
Barnabas in the same repressed
tone and with his eyes still in
tent.
Forum" repeated the father
"fortun-it'S fetched me one in the
ribs-low, Barnabas, low!-it's took
my wind an I'm Arranging on tC
the ropes, lad. VIII, Lord love mel
1 never thought as your uncle Ton
'ad it in him to keep himself from
starving, let alone make FORUM!
My scapegrace brother Tom-pool
Tom as sailed away in a emigrant
ship (Which is a uncommon bao
kind of a ship to sail in-so I've
needed, Barnabas) an now, Il
think as he went an made all thai
fortun'-away of in Jamaiky-out
o. vegetables"
And lucky speculation, father
Now. Barnabas," exclaimed hi:
father, beginning to rasp his fingers
to and fro across his great, square
shaven chin, why argufy?" You
uncle Tom was a planter-very
we'll! Why is a man planter-be-
cause he plants things, an what
should a man plant but vegetables
So Barnabas, vegetables I says, an
vegetables I abide by, now an here
after. Seven 'undred thousand
all made in Jamaiky-out O. veg
etables-an' there y are!"
Here John Barty paused and sal
with his chin 'twiXt fingers anc
thumb in expectation of his SON.:
rejoinder, but finding him silent, ht
presently continued:
Now what astonishes an fetcheS
me a leVeller as fair doubles me uI
is-why should my brother Ton
leave all this money to young hoI
O. me thumb like you, Barnabasi
YOU, as he never see but once anc
you than a infant (and large fol
your age) in your blessed mothers
arms. Barnabas, a-kicking an
a-Squaring away wi your little pink
fists as proper as ever I seen inside
the ring or out. All, Barnabas!'
sighed his father shaking his heac
at him, you was a promising in
FAINT. likewise a promising bye; me
an Natty Bell had great hopes Of
We. Barnabas; if you'd been gov
erned by me and Natty Bell you
might ha' done us all proud in the
prize ring. You was cut out for the
fancy Why, Lordl you might ever
ha' come to be champion o Eng
land in time-you're the very spit o
what was when 1 beat the Fight
ing Quaker at hartford thirty year;
ago"
But you see, father"
That was why me an Natty Bel
took you in hand-learned you al
we knowed o. the game-an' there
aren't a fighting man in all Eng
land as knows so much about the
noble art as me an Natty Bell"
But father"
If you'd only followed your
nat'ral gifts, Barnabas. I say you
might ha' been champion of Eng
land today, wi markisses an lords
an earls proud to shake your hand
If you'd only been ruled by Natty
Bell an me. I'm disappointed in
We BarnabaS-an' SOS Natty Bell.
I'm sorry, father-but as 1 told
you"
Still Barnabas, what amt to be
ain't-an' what is, is. Some is born
wi a nat'ral love o. the Fancy an
gift for the game, like me an Natty
Bell-an' some wi a love for read
ing out o. books an a-cyphering
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