WILTS AND HORSES 331 



Bill Barley the Second. And it isn't, after all, 

 half a bad role to play if you got plenty of people 

 who don't mind being blown up for anything or 

 nothing, to wait on you, and are absolutely 

 indifferent yourself about the whole blessed 

 country's going to pot — not to mention your own 

 business and all. 



[Note.— The chill taken by my father in 

 halting to try to help with the "poor little horse," 

 as told above, was the immediate cause of his 

 death. His self-forgetfulness and sympathy came 

 out unvaryingly all his life through. — Ed.] 



