The Equinox (Volume I, Number III)

THE EQUINOX I THE JUGGLER “ AnD he well deserves it!” “Oh! it must have been ripping. I do wish I had been there; ... the horse-whip, and the monkey. He is sucha silly fellow, poor ‘ cheval hongre!’” “Ah, yes! the new nickname.” “Don’t you think that it fits him?” “Oh yes.” The silent man of the party moved uneasily in his arm- chair. He was slow of cogitation. “ Like the waistcoat of the late Nessus fitted Hercules, eh, what?” he suggested. “A fool!” “ Hercules?” “No, Lionel... and, er... yes, Hercules also. Tabard reminds me of that Bible chap.” “ Potiphar’s Joseph!” the silent man exclaimed triumph- antly. “Wrong again, Bernard. I meant Mary’s Joseph.” The silent man threw his cigar over the fender. II LA PAPESSE LioneL Taparp had been horse-whipped by a woman; he had received—or taken—no compensation. This I attribute to his mother. One reads many tales, the paper thereof being 28