The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1934-08-25
The AmateurG Gentleman
by Jeffrey FarnoI

4 1ney we're SITTING on the teETdCc,
the duchess, Cleone. Barnabas, and
the captain, and they were very 81
lent-the duchess, perhaps, because
she had supped adequately, the
captain because of his long clay
pipe, Cleone because she happened
70 be lost in contemplation Of the
moon. and Barnabas because he was
utterly absorbed in contemplation
Of Cleone.
How cool the brook soundsp'
sighed the duchess at last, and the
perfume Of the roses-oh, dear me,
how deliciousl Indeed, I think the
scent Of roses always seems more in
toxicating after one has supped well,
for, after all, one must be well fed
70 be really romantic-eh, Jsck?"
Romantic. MANI" snorted the
captain. Romantic say bosh,
nam! I say"
And then-the moon. Jack!"
Moon? And what of it, mann
I say"
Roses always smell sweeter by
moonlight, Jack, and are far more
inclined TOGO to the head"
"Rosesp snorted the captain,
louder than before. you must be
thinking of rum, mann, rum"
Then, Jack, TO the perfume Of
roses, add the trill Of nightin-
gale"
And Of all runs. nam, give me
real old jamaica"
And TO the trill of the nightin-
gale. add again the murmur of an
unseen brook, Jack"
"Eh. nam, Ell? Nightingales,
brooks? say-oh, Cad. mani"
and the captain relapSed into to-
bacco-puffing indignation.
What more could youth and
beauty ask? All, Jack, jack" sighed
the duchess. had you paid more at
tention to brooks and nightingales,
and stared at the moon in your
youth, you might have been a green
young grandfather tonight, instead
of hoary old bachelor in a shabby
coat-sucking consolation from a
clay pipe"
Consolation, mani For what
say, 1 demand to know for what?"
Loneliness, jack"
"Eh. duchess - what, nam?
Haven't I got my dear Clio, and the
bo'sun, Ell, mam-eh?"
The Bo'sun, yes-he smokes a
pipe, but Cleone can't, so she looks
at the moon insteaG-don't you
dear?"
The moon, godmother?" ex-
claimed Cleone, bringing her gaze
earthwards on the instant. Why
1.-the moon, indeed"
And she listens to the brook.
Jack-don't you, my dove?"
Why godmother, 1.-The brook?
OF course mott" said Cleone.
And consequently, Jack, you
mustn't expect to keep her much
longer"
Eli" cried the bewildered cap
tain. what's all this, duchess-I
say, what'd We mean, mam?"
-
GONE women" sighed the
- duchess, some women never
know they're in love until they've
married the wrong man, and then
it's too late, poor things. But our
sweet Clio, on the contrary"
"Lovel" Snorted the captain louder
than ever, now sink me, MANI
say, sink and scuttle me; but what's
love got to do with Clio, Ell, mann"
More than, you think, Jack-ask
herl"
But 10! my lady had risen, and
was already descending the terrace
steps, a little hurriedly perhaps, yet
in most stately fashion. Whereupon
Barnabas. feeling her Grace's i'm
polling hand upon his arm, obeyed
the imperious command and rising,
also descended the Steps-though in
fashion not at all stately-and
strobe after my lady.
But, after they had gone thus
some distance, venturing to glance
at her averted face, Barnabas
eSpied the dimple beside her mouth.
"Cleone.' said he suddenly, what
has love to do with you?"
Ito Be Continued