Indianapolis Times, Volume 45, Number 311, Indianapolis, Marion County, 9 May 1934 — Page 19

MAY 9, 1934

The Amateur Gentleman

(Continued From Page One)

Into books—like you: though a reader an’ a writer generally has a hard time on it an' die# poor—which, arter all, is only nat’ral—an' there y’ are! “No man ever ’ad a better friend than Natty Bell Ah! yes, though I did beat him out o’ the championship which come very nigh breaking his heart at the time, Barnabas; but—as I says to him that day as they carried him out of the ring—it was arter the ninety-seventh round, d' ye see, Barnabas —‘what is to be, is. Natty Bell.’ I says, ’an’ what ain’t, ain’t. It were ordained.’ I says, ’as I should be champion o’ England,’ I says—’an’ you an’ me should be friends—now an’ hereafter,’ I says —an' right good friends we have been, as you know, Barnabas.” 000 “TNDEED. yes. father,” said Bar--1 nabas. with another vain attempt to stem his father’s volubility. But your mother, Barnabas, your mother, God rest her sweet soul!— yur mother were’nt like me—no nor Natty Eell—she were away up over me an' the likes o’ me—a wonderful scholard she were, an’—when she died. Barnabas— ’’ Here the ex-champion’s voice grew uncertain and his steady gaze wavered—sought the sanded floor—the raftered ceiling—wandered down the wail and eventually fixed upon the bell-mouthed blunderbuss that hung above the mantel, “when she died,” he continued, “she made me promise as you should be taught to read an' cypher—an’ taught I’ve had you according—for a promise is a promise, Barnabas —an’ there ’y are.” “For which I can never be sufficiently grateful, both to her—and to you!" said Barnabas, who sat with his chin propped upon his hand, gazing through the open lattice to where the broad white road wound away betwixt blooming hedges, growing ever narrower till it vanished over the brow of a distant hill. It was seldom his father mentioned to Barnabas . the mother whose face he had never seen, upon which rare occasions John Barty’s deep voice was wont to take on a hoarser note, and his blue eyes, that were usually so steady, would go wandering off until they fixed themselves on seme remote object. “She died. Barnabas—just twentyone years ago—buried at Maidstone where you were born. Twenty-one years is a longish time, lad, but memory’s longer, an’ deeper,—an’ stronger than time, arter all, an’ I know that her memory will go wi’ me—all along the way—d’ ye see lad: and so Barnabas,” said John Barty lowering his gaze to his son’s face, “so Barnabas, there y’ are.” “Yes, father” nodded Barnabas, still intent upon the road. “And now I come to your uncle Tom -an’ speaking of him —Barnabas my lad, —what are ye going to do wi’ all this money?” Barnabas turned from the window and met his father's eye. “Do with it,” he began, “why first of all—” “Because,” pursued his father, “we might buy the White Hart’—t’ other side o’ Sevenoaks,—to be sure you’re over young to have any say in the matter—still after all the money's yours, Barnabas—what d’ ye say to the ‘White Hart’?” “Buy whichever you choose, father, it will be all one to me!” “Good lad!” nodded John, “you can leave it all to Natty Bell an’ me.” “Yes.” said Barnabas, rising and fronting his father across the table, “you see I intended to go away, sir.” "Eh?” exclaimed his father, staring—“go away—where to?” “To London!” ‘Tendon? and what should you want in London—a slip of a lad like you?” “I’m turned twenty-two, father!” “And what should a slip of a lad of twenty-two want in London in-

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I deed! what should you want wl’ Lonidon?” “Learn to be a gentleman.” A—what?" As he spoke, John Baity rose up out of his chair, his eyes wide, his mouth agap with ut- | ter astonishment, as he encountlered hi# son's look, however, his ex- ! pression slowly changed from amazement to contempt, from contempt to growing ridicule, and from ridicule to black anger. " “Barnabas.” said his father at last, “did you #ay a —gentleman, Barnabas?” “Yes.” 000 “lI7HAT—you?” Here John BarVV ty’s frown vanished suddenly and. expanding his great chest, he threw back his head and roared with laughter. Barnabas clenched his fists, and his mouth lost something of its sweetness, and his eyes glinted through their curving lashes, while his father laughed and laughter till the place rang again, which of itself stung Barnabas sharper than any blow could have done. “A father's duty be a very solemn thing, Barnabas,” he continued slowly, “an’ your ’ead being (as I jsay) full o’ wild idees, I’m going to ! try to punch ’em out again as a well-meaning father should, so help rpe back wi’ the table out o’ the road, an’ off wi’ your coat and neckercher.” Well knowing the utter futility of argument with his father at such a time, Barnabas obediently helped to set back the table, thus leaving the floor clear, which done, he, in turn, stripped off coat and neckcloth, and i rolled up his sleeves, while his father watched him with sharply appraising eye. Thus, without more ado they faced each other foot to foot, barearmed and alert of eye. For a moment they sparred watchfully, then John Barty feinted Barnabas into an opening, in that same moment his fist shot out and Barnabas measured his length on the floor. “Ah 1 knowed as much!” John sighed mournfully as he aided Barnabas to his feet, “and ’t were only a love-tap, so to speak—this is what comes o’ your book reading.” “Try me again,” said Barnabas. “It’ll be harder next time ” said his father. "As hard as you like!” nodded Barnabas. Once more came the light tread of quick-moving feet, once more John Barty feinted cunningly—once more his fist shot out, but this time it missed its mark, lor, ducking the blows, Barnabas smacked home two lightning blows on his father’s ribs and danced away again light and buoyant as a cork. “Stand up an’ fight, lad!” growled his father, “plant your feet square—never go hopping about on your toe-points like a French dancing-master.” “Why as to that,- father, Natty I Bell, as you know, holds that it is ! the quicker method,” here Barnabas smote his father twice upon the ribs, “and indeed I think it is,” said he, deftly eluding the ex-cham-pion’s return. “Quicker, hey?” sneered his father, and with the words came | his fist—to whizz harmlessly past Barnabas’s ear—“we’ll prove that.” ‘Haven’t we had almost enough?” inquired Barnabas, dropping his fists. "Enough? Why we aren’t begun yet. lad.” “Then how long are we to go on?” “How long?” repeated John, frowning: “why—that depends on you. Barnabas.” “How on me, father?” “Are ye still minded to go to London?” “Os course.” “Then we'll go on till you think better of it—or till you knock me down, Barnabas my lad.” (To Be Continued)

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