Indianapolis Times, Volume 45, Number 312, Indianapolis, Marion County, 10 May 1934 — Page 25

MAY 10, 1931

The Amateur Gentleman Ry Jeffrey Farnols==

INSTALLMENT ONE (Continued' “Why then, father, the sooner I knock you down the better! "What?’* exclaimed John Barty, staring, "d’ ye mean to say you think vou can?— me?—you?” “Yea.” nodded Barnabas. “My poor lad!" sighed his father, “vour head’s fair crazed, sure as sure, but if you think you can knock John Barty off hLs pins, do it. and there y’ are.” ‘ I will,” said Barnabas, ‘though as gently as possible.” mm* \ND now they fell to it in silence, a grim silence broken only by the quick tread and shuffle of feet and the muffled thud of blows. John Barty, resolute of jaw, indomitable and calm of eyp, as in the days •a, : .rn champions had gone down before the might of his fist; Barnabas, taller, slighter, but full of the supreme confidence of youth. Moreover. he had not been the daily pupil of two such past masters in the art for nothing; and now he brought to bear all his father's craft and cunning, backed by the lightning precision of Natty Bell. In all his many hard-fought bat*:•:s John Barty had ever been accounted most dangerous when he smiled, and he was smiling now. Twice Barnabas staged back to the wall, and there was an ugly smear upon his cheek, yet as they struck and parried, and feinted. Barnabas, this quick-eyed, swift-foot°d Barfriabas, was smiling also. Thus, while they .smiled upon and smote each other, the likeness between them was more apparent than ever, only the mile of Barnabas was the smile of youth, joyous, exuberant, unconquerable. Noting which experienced age laughed short and fierce, and strode in to strike youth down —then came a rush of feet, the panting hiss of brpath, the shock of vicious blows, and John Barty, the unbeaten exrhampion of all England, threw up his arms, stagged back the length of the room, and went down with a crash. For a moment Barnabas stood wide-eyed, panting, then ran toward him with hands outstretched, but in that moment the door was flung open, and Natty Bell stood between them, one hand upon the laboring breast of Barnabas, the other stretched down to the fallen ex-'champion. “Man Jack,” he exclaimed, in his strangely melodious voice. “Oh, John!—John Barty, you as ever was the king o’ the milling coves, here's my hand, shake it. Lord, John, what a master o’ the game we’ve made of our lad.. He’s stronger than you and quicker than ever I was. Man Jack, ’t was as sweet, as neat, as pretty a knockdown as ever we gave in our best days, John. Man Jack, ’t is proud you should be to lie there and know 7 as you have a son as can stop even your rush wi’ his left an’ down you wi’ his right as neat and proper, John, as clean an’ delicate as ever man saw. Man Jack. God bless him, and here’s my hand, John.” So, sitting there upon the floor John Barty solemnly shook the hand Natty Bell held out to him, which done, he turned and looked at his son as though he had never seen him before. “Why, Barnabas!” said he; then, for all his weight, sprang nimbly to his feet and coming to the mantel took thence his pipe and began to fill it, staring at Barnabas the while. “Father,” said Barnabas, advancing with hand outtsretched, though rather diffidently—“ Father!” John Barty pursed up his lips into a soundless whistle and went on filling his pipe. “Father,” said Barnabas again. “I did it—as gently—as I could.” The pipe shivered to fragments on the hearth, and Barnabas felt his fingers caught in his father's mighty grip.

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“Why, Barnabas, lad, I be all mazed like; there aren't many men as have knocked me off my pins, an’ I aren’t used to it, Barnabas. Lad. but 't was a clean blow, as Natty Bell says, and why—l be proud of thse, Barnabas, an’—there y* are.” “Bpoke like true fighting men!" said Natty Bell, standing with a hand on the shoulder of each, “and, John, we shall see this lad, this Barnabas of ours, champion of England yet.” John frowned and shook his head. “No,” said he, "Barnabas ’ll never be champion. Natty Bell—there aren’t a fighting man in the ring today as could stand up to him, but he’ll never be champion, an’ you can lay to that, Natty Bell. And if you ask me why,” said he, turning to select another pipe from the sheaf in the mantel-shelf, “I should tell you because he prefers to go to London an’ try to turn himself into a gentleman.” INSTALLMENT TWO rT was upon a certain glorious morning, some three weeks later, that Barnabas fared forth into the world; a morning full of the thousand scents of herb and flower and ripening fruits; a morning glad with the song of birds. And because it was still very early, the dew yet lay heavy, it twinkled in the grass, it spa-kled in the hedges, and gemmed every leaf and twig with a flaming pendant. And standing before the inn, he let l'-is eyes wander over its massive crossbeams, its leaning gables, its rows of gleaming lattices, and so up to the great sign swinging above the door—an ancient sign whereon a weather-beaten hound, dim-legged and faded of tail, pursued a misty blur that, by common report, was held to be a hare. Now, as he stood hesitating, he heard a voice that called his name softly, and. glancing round and up. espied Natty Bell, bare of neck and touzled of head, who leaned far out from the casement of his bedchamber above. “Ah, Barnabas, lad!” said he with a nod—“So you’re going to leave us, then?” "Yes!” said Barnabas. “And all dressed in your new clothes as fine as ever was!—stand back a bit and let me have a look at you.” “How are they, Natty Bell?” inquired Barnabas with a note of anxiety in his voice. ‘‘The Tenderden tailor assured me they were of the very latest cut and fashion—what do you think, Natty Bell?” “Hum!” said the ex-pugilist, staring down at Barnabas, chin in hand. "Ha! they're very good clothes, Barnabas, yes indeed; just the very thing—for the country.” “I suppose,” sighed Barnabas, “a man's clothes are very importantin the fashionable world?” “Important! They are the most importantest part o’ the fashionable world, lad.” mum HERE there fell a silence while Barnabas stared up at the inn and Natty Bell stared down at him. “To be sure, the old ‘Hound’ ain’t much of a place, lad—not the kind of inn as a gentleman of quality would go out of his way to seek and search for, p'r'haps—but there be worse places in London, Barnabas. I was born there and I know. There, there! Dear lad. never hang your head —youth must have its dreams I've heard; so go your ways, Barnabas. “You're a master wi’ your fists, thanks to John and me —and you might have been Champion of England if you hadn't set your heart on being only a gentleman. Well, well, lad Don't forget as there are two old cocks o’ the game down here in Kent as will think o’ you and talk o’ you. Barnabas, and what you might have been if you hadn't happened to Ah well, let be. (To be continued).

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—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

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