Discovery
(A bit of Big Valley humor....)
The
crisp new pages of Bandy's Mercantile catalogue rustled as Audra leafed through
the extensive display of pictures and prices.
Goodness! What a selection!
There were spring petticoats, winter petticoats, camisole tops - the list
went on. Browsing further, she
found herself in the section labeled "Men's Shorts - The Latest in Intimate
Wear for Him."
"Oh,
Boy!" mused Audra to herself,
"this could prove to be a most interesting addition to Bandy's product
line."
Fully
enjoying each and every picture featuring garments worn by the magnificent,
masculine models, Audra leisurely took her time thumbing through the slick
printed pages. Suddenly, she
stopped short.
"Mother!"
she hollered at the top of her lungs, "Mother!"
"What
is it, dear!?" Victoria
replied running to her daughters side, a sterling silver fork and polish rag
still in hand.
"Mother,
look! That's Heath!"
"Don't
be silly, dear", Victoria sighed with exasperation, "Heath is out with
Nick and Jarrod!"
"No!
Right here in this catalogue! This
is Heath and he's wearing.....", her voice trailed off as she gave the
photograph closer examination.
"Now
that's ridiculous, Audra. What
would your brother be doing in Bandy's catalogue?" Victoria queried,
peering over her daughter's shoulder. "And
in the underwear section of all things?"
"Look,
Mother! Right here!"
Audra exclaimed, tapping the tell tale photo with her index finger.
"Oh
my," Victoria gasped, touching her face with long slender fingers.
"It is Heath! What is
this going to do to the Barkley name? I
wonder how he could bring himself to disgrace us so?"
Talk
around town concerning the newest addition to the Barkley family and Tom's
interest in Strawberry had not exactly been rosy, but when folks caught wind of
the contents of the mercantile's latest catalogue.....well, Victoria shuttered
even thinking about it.
"Mother!
Audra! We're home!"
Nick's voice boomed through the front door.
"Your
brothers are home! Quick, Audra,
close the catalogue!" Victoria instructed.
"But,
Mother," Audra questioned, "Aren't you going to confront Heath with
this?"
"In
due time, dear, after I've had a chance to discuss the matter with Jarrod
privately," Victoria horsely whispered, "Until then, you are to say
nothing."
Obediantly,
Audra closed the catalogue, "Okay, Mother, but I don't think Heath should
get off lightly for this," she added, somewhat miffed.
"There
you are!", Nick exclaimed, entering the parlor with Heath and Jarrod on his
tail. "What's for lunch?
We're as hungry as three Carterson inmates!
Ain't that right, Heath?"
"That's
right, big brother," Heath answered with a lopsided grin.
"I
haven't had time to even think about lunch, Nicholas," Victoria remarked
dryly. "I've been polishing
silver, among other more important things."
"What
could be more important than two hungry cowboys and a fancy, California lawyer,
just in off the range," wondered Heath, dirt and grime covering his sweat
covered brow. "Hey, Sis,"
he added, "isn't that the new catalogue?"
"Ah,
yes...I guess it is," Audra answered.
"Why do you ask?"
"Oh,
no reason," Heath retorted, non-chalantly, "Mind if I take a
look?"
"I
was just getting ready to look for some a....," Audra stammered, glancing
sideways at her mother. "Shoes!
That's it, shoes! Mother and
I were going to order some shoes!."
"Shoes?",
questioned Heath, reaching for the catalogue.
"By the way these pages are worn, I'd say you never got past the
unmentionables."
"The
unmentionables?" Audra exclaimed, brightly blushing, "Why, I
...."
"Don't
worry about it, Sis," Heath reassured her.
"While you were there browsing, you didn't happen to see my picture,
did you?"
"Picture?"
Nick exploded, "Would somebody mind explaining to me what the devil is
going on around here?"
"Yes,"
Jarrod added, "I think we are all very curious.
Heath?"
"Well,
it's really nothing, Jarrod," Heath volunteered, "Just one of those
odd jobs I did before coming here."
"Nothing?"
Victoria blurted out. "Young
man, do you realize what you have done to the Barkley name?"
"What
in blazes is going on!" Nick thundered.
"Alright,
Nick!", Victoria fumed, "I wasn't going to make a public issue of this
just yet, but since we all seem to be on the topic....Heath!
Show him the picture!"
"Sure
thing, Mother, but why such a long face?" Heath answered, handing the book
over to his rattled brother. "I
thought it turned out pretty darn good."
"That's
you alright!", Jarrod aknowledged, craining his neck across Nick's
shoulder.
"You're
blamed right that's him! Heath,
what in thunder were you thinkin'? Do
you know the gossip a picture like this could cause?
Why, I already have all the fights I can handle just defendin' your
Barkley heritage! This is liable to
really stir things up!"
"Yes,
Heath, how could you do such a thing?" Victoria interjected.
"I won't be a bit surprised if I get another house call from
Reverend Stacey himself!"
"And
what about my friends?" Audra added. "Elsie
Gordon's mother will probably want her to be chaperoned every time she comes
over to visit!"
"Now,
hold on everybody," Jarrod defended, "I don't think this is as bad as
it seems, and I'm sure Heath has a reasonable explanation for the picture."
"Yes,
Heath," Victoria demanded, "I think an explanation would be in good
order."
"Well,"
drawled Heath, "it all started with four ladies."
"Ladies!"
exclaimed Victoria in utter disgust, "you mean to tell me you paraded like
that in front of ladies?"
"Believe
me, Mother," Nick sarcastically commented, arms folded across his chest.
"I'm sure they weren't ladies."
"Please!"
ordered Jarrod. "Heath is
trying to give us an explanation. Now,
may I suggest that we all be quiet and let him continue!"
"Thanks,
Jarrod," continued Heath, "but when I say ladies I don't mean the
flesh and blood kind. I mean the
kind pictured on a deck of cards."
"Ahh,"
supported Jarrod, "you were playing a hand of cards."
"Yeah,
and I thought I was winnin', too. I
had four ladies and the stakes were high. The
guy I was playin' with, he was a photographer, and he upped the anti a hundred
big ones. I thought he was bluffin'
and called him, but there ain't nothin' that beats a hand of Aces."
"And
just where did you get that kind of money to be able to afford such a bet?"
questioned the oldest Barkley sibling.
"I
didn't," replied Heath sheepishly, "and that's when he whipped out the
contract and asked me to sign. Said
he'd forget the whole thing if I'd just model for the catalogue he was puttin'
together for Bandy's. I didn't know
what I was in for until I showed up for work the next mornin'.
But ya know, I don't think the pictures turned out half bad."
"You
don't think they turned out half bad?" thundered Nick, "Now, that's
the smartest thing you've said yet! They're
all the way bad!"
"I
think I would have to agree with Heath," Audra stated, having finally
decided which side she was going to support in the matter.
"And I think you're just jealous because all the eligible women in
town will be crooning over Heath and his picture instead of paying attention to
you!"
"Now
wait just one minute here!" bellowed Nick, pointing a finger at his younger
brother. "You mean to tell me
that you think I'm jealous of him?"
"That's
what I think," answered Audra wryly. "It's
a known fact that all the young women of Stockton are simply fascinated with
Heath. It's just their fathers that
don't like the idea of him as a future son-in-law."
"That's
true, Nick," agreed Jarrod. "I
couldn't help but notice his fan club following at the dance the other night.
Women were flocked all around him. And
you, my dear brother, you got the left overs."
"So
what do you expect me to do," Nick roared, "parade around in my shorts
as well - trying to play Pied Piper with the ladies?
I don't figure that move would get me anywhere but the Stockton
jail."
"I'm
merely suggesting a motive for your anger," Jarrod responded calmly.
"Not that you follow in Heath's footsteps."
"I
think we're getting off topic here," Victoria abruptly interrupted.
"The real issue is what are our friends and neighbors going to be
saying when they discover the picture?"
"I'll
tell you what they'd say," came the voice of Silas as he entered the room
carrying a brand new calendar. "They'd
say 'good for you, Mr. Heath. You
made 'Hunk of the Month' for February!"
"Lemme
see that!" Nick exclaimed, reaching for the blown-up picture of Heath that
Silas was now holding up for all to see.
"Well,
brother Nick," Jarrod concluded, pointing to the calender photo of his
youngest brother, "I'd say this counteracts any negative comments that may
arise from the picture in the catalogue."
"Yes,"
agreed Victoria, "I think we can once again say that the Barkley name has
risen above any barbs that people may throw our way."
"Now,
Mr. Hunk of the Month," she added, lacing her fingers in the crook of
Heath's elbow, "Would you please do the honor of escorting a lovely lady,
such as myself, to the dining room? I
believe Silas has some lunch ready!"
*****End*****
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