The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1934-11-06
The Gentleman
by Jeffrey farnoI

: had reached down TO him, "our lads
come back 70 Us. yes. Barnabas has
come home. John. and-it is our
Barnabas-London and Fashion
aren't spilled him, John. thank
God
NO" answered John ponderously.
no. Natty Bell, London aren't spilled
him. and-why, Barnabas. I'm glad
TO see We lad-yes, Im-glad, and
and-why. there y are, Barnabas.'
Looks a bit palish, though, John!"
said Natty Bell. shaking his head.
bit that's only natural, arter all,
yes-a bit palish, p'r'aps, but, man
Jack-Whst o. that?"
And a bit thinnish, Natty Bell,
replied John. but Lord few days
and well have him as right as-as
ever. yes. quite right, and there y
are. Natty Bell"
"Pr'aps you might be wishful to
tell him. John. as you've had the old
Hound frightened up a bit?"
Why. yes. Barnabas," nodded
John. in honor o this occasion
though. TO De sure, the sign would
look better for a touch o. paint
here and there - the poor old
hounds only got three legs and
tail left. dye see-and the hare.
Barnabas. the hare-aintl"
"Pr'aps we'd better take and let
him see for hisself. John?"
Right, Natty Bell. so he SHALL"
Thus. presently, Barnabas rode on
between them down the hill, looking
from one to the other, but saying
very little, because his heart was so
full.
And this be the 'oss you wrote
us about-hey. Barnabas lad?" in /
CURED Natty Bell. stepping back !
and viewing The Terror" over with |
an eye that took in all his points. |
"Ha-a fine action, lad. A leetle-
leggy, p'r'aps. Barnabas, and yet
hal Man Jack-you behold a 'oss
as is a 'oss-though, mark you,
John. a leetle bit roundish in the
barrel and fullish in the shoulder
still a animal. John, as I'm burn
ing TO cock a leg over"
why. then. Natty Bell. so you
shall" said BarnabaS, and forth
with down he swung himself and,
being a little careless, wracked his |
injured shoulder and flinched a |
little, which the slow-spoken, quick
eyed John was swift to notice and,
almost diffldently drew his sons |
arm through his own. But, Natty |
Bell, joyful of eye. was already in |
the saddle: whereas The Terror.
resenting the change, Immediately |
began to dance and to side, with
much rearing up in front and LASH |
ing out behind. until, finding this |
all quite unavailing, he set of at a
stretching gallop with Natty Bell
sitting him like a centaur.
A ND now, Barnabas," said John
L n slowly, low might your
shoulder be, now?"
Nearly well. father"
Good" nodded John, every good!
I thought as you was going to
die. Barnabas. lad. They all did
even the Duchess and Lady-the-
the doctors, Barnabas."
Were you going to say-Lady
Cleone. father?"
why" answered John, more pom
derously than ever. Il won't go for
to deny it. Barnabas. never 'aving
been a Iar-on principle as you
know. and-and-there y are, my |
lad"
Have you ever-seen her, then?"
seen her." repeated John, be-
ginning to raSp at his great square
chin. seen her, Barnabas. why, as
to that say. as to that-ah!-
here we be. Barnabas," and John |
Barty exhaled a deep breath, very |
like a sigh of relief, you can see
from here as the poor old Hound |
Will soon be only tail-not leg to |
stand on. I'll have him painted |
back again next week-and the |
hare"
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