: History of the World War: An Authentic Narrative of the World's Greatest War by Beamish Richard Joseph March Francis Andrew - World War 1914-1918 World War I

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I BARNES--THE PREPOSTEROUS 13

II THE COURTESY OF THE ROAD 30

V THREE-FINGERED BILL 63

VI THE MYSTERY OF A VISION 74

X ON TROUT FISHING AND BOW-KNOTS 116

XX SO DOES HIS MOTHER 242

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BARNES--THE PREPOSTEROUS

If Barnes had been asked to define the one thing lacking in the scene before him, he would probably have answered sentimentally, "A woman--a young and very fair woman," not that he had any definite figure in mind, but simply because from an artist's view point the picture, wonderful as it was, seemed now like a marvelous setting without its jewel.

A light breeze from the West, heavy with summer incense, wafted through a golden-moted silence and across a turquoise sky with cotton-blossom clouds. Dense, yet of gossamer fineness; massive, yet light as thistledown, they took their course placidly without disturbing the perfect serenity of their background. In their constant changing, they appeared at times like Spanish galleons with every full-bellied sail straining at its ropes. But they cut no churning path; they left no oily wake. They only cast calm shadows which in their turn swept majestically over the green valley below them. The heavy-leaved trees, the fat grasses, the daisies and roadside ferns found themselves first in the stark sunlight, then in the quiet shade, then in the brazen sun again.

If Barnes had not been in tune with it all, he would have felt out of place here on the top of the long hill up which he had just climbed by the saffron road. As it was, he surveyed the scene with an air of easy content. To a passer-by he might have given the impression of being a large proprietor. In his heavy walking-boots, his belted trousers, his flannel shirt gathered in at the throat with a light tie, his checked English cap, and his walking-stick, he looked as though he might be making a walking tour of his landed estates. He had a comfortable air of princely sovereignty. His even features, his tall erect frame, his gray-blue eyes, and above all his thin, straight nose carried out the illusion. He had an air more of Bavaria than New England. But his firm lips, surmounted by a bristling blonde mustache, trimmed short and in a straight line, together with his Saxon hair, marked him of a hardier race. He might have been a Dane, but his cheek bones were too high for that, and there was too much good humor written large about the mouth. As a matter of fact he was from New York state and his ancestors had fought under Schuyler. His great grandfather was quoted as having said, "I'd rather be killed as a private under Schuyler than live, a captain, under Gates." A sentiment his father had paraphrased when he raged at the walking delegate who tried to unionize his shops, "I'll go broke by myself before I'll get rich under you." From that day Barnes, Sr., had moved from one apartment house to another in New York city in a steady crescendo of advancing rentals until now he needed a secretary to look after the tipping alone. And "The Acme Manufacturing Co." was wrought in iron scrolls across the oven doors of half the cook-stoves in the United States.

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