Indianapolis Times, Volume 46, Number 11, Indianapolis, Marion County, 24 May 1934 — Page 23

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The Amateur Gentleman —Fy Jeffrey Farnoh

BEGIN HERE TODAY ■Rpceiviine an inheritance ot seven hundred thousand pounds, Barnabas Bartv, son of John Barty, the former champion prize fighter of England decides to become a gentleman rather than follow the fighting game He bests his father in a duel of fists as the climax, of a quarrel ° vor „„,', he an s°her choice of a career. Natty in former champion, has aided the father in tj*ainine vounc Bsrty to use nis nsis. After the fight, Barnabas changes his last name to Beverley and on his way to London meets a*™?" 8 Horatio Cap'n. the Bosun and > Bellasis, a gentleman, and friend of Sir Mortimer Carnaby. . rijd Finding Sir Mortimer, whom he aid not know at the time, leering over the form of a young woman a PP f ar ,? n i|.'£ l^ i * horse'°voung Barty knocks out' the in&L o rfi g ht, a and ; evh Q es t theming her name, but picks up a 5|" d rescser which she, intrigued by her rescuer, ' e The trip ‘to b London continues with INSTALLMENT EIGHTEEN (Continued) ‘Beef?’ say he. ‘Yes, beef,’ says I, ‘could you eat any?’ ‘Beef?’ says he again, ‘couldn’t I? why, I could eat a ox whole, I could!’ So I naturally dubbed him Milo of Crotona on the spot.” ~ , . . “And has he ever tried to pick your pocket since?” “No, Bev; he’s never hungry nowadays. Gad!” said the viscount, taking Barnabas by the arm, "I’ve set the fashion in tigers, Bev. Half the fellows at White’s and Brooke s are wild to get that very small demon of mine; but he isnt to be bought or bribed or stolen—for what there is of him is faithful, Bev and now come in to breakfast. So saying, the viscount led Barnabas across the yard to a certain wing or off-shoot of the inn, where beneath a deep, shadowy gable was a. door. Yet here he must needs pause a moment to glance down at himself to settle a ruffle and adjust his hat ere, lifting the latch, he ushered Barnabas into a kitchen. Indeed the historian is bold to say that within no kitchen in this world were all things in such a constant state of winking, twinkling, gleaming and glowing purity, from the very legs of the oaken table and chairs, to the hacked and battered old cutlas above the chimney, as in this self-same kitchen of “The Spotted Cow.” INSTALLMENT NINETEEN AND yet—and yet! Sweeter, whiter, warmer, purer, and far more delicious than anything in this kitchen, or out of it, was she who had started up to her feet so suddenly, and now stood with blushing cheeks and hurried bosom, gazing shy-eyed upon the young viscount; all dainty grace from the ribbons in her mob-cap to the slender, buckled shoe peeping out beneath her print gown; and Barnabas standing between them, saw her flush reflected as it were for a moment in the viscount’s usually pale cheek. “My Lord!” said she, and stopped. “Why, Clemency, you—you are—handsomer than ever!” stammered the viscount. “Oh, my lord!” she exclaimed; and as she turned away Barnabas thought there were tears in her eyes. “Did we startle you, Clemency? Forgive me—but I—that is, we are —hungry, ravenous. Er —this is a friend of mine Mr. Beverley— Mistress Clemency Dare; and oh, Clemency, I’ve had no breakfast!” But seeing she yet stood with head averted, the viscount with a freedom bora of long acquaintance, yet with a courtly deference also, took the hand that hung so listless, and looked down into the flushed beaut;/ of her face, and, as he looked, beheld a great tear that crept upon her cheek. “Why, Clemency!” he exclaimed, his raillery gone, his voice suddenly tender, “Clemency—you’re crying, my dear maid; what is it?” a a a NOW, beholding her confusion, and because of it, Barnabas turned away and walked to the other end of the kitchen, and there it chanced that he spied two objects that lay beneath the table,

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and stooping, forthwith, he picked them up. They were small and insignificant enough in themselves — being a scrap of crumpled paper, and a handsome embossed button; yet as Barnabas gazed upon this last, he smiled grimly, and so smiling slipped the objects into his pocket. “Come now, Clemency, persisted the viscount, gently, “what is wrong?” “Nothing; indeed, nothing, my lord.” “Ay, but there is. See how red your eyes are; they quite spoil your beauty—” “Beauty!” she cried. “Oh, my lord; even you!” “What? What have I said? You are beautiful you know, Clem, and—” '' “Beauty!” she cried again, and turned upon him with clenched hands and dark eyes aflame. “I hate it—oh, I hate it!” and with the words she stamped her foot passionately, and turning, sped away, banging the door behind her. a a a “TnTOW, upon my soul!” said the viscount, taking off his hat and ruffling up his auburn locks, “of all the airu.zing, contradictory creatures in the world, Bev! I’ve known Clemency—hum—a goodish time, my dear fellow; never saw her like this before, I wonder what the deuce —” But at this juncture a door at the further end of the kitchen opened, and a man entered. He like the Bo’sun, was merry of eye, breezy of manner, and hairy of visage; but there all similarity ended, for, whereas the Bo'sun was a square man, this man was round—round of head, round of face, and round of eye. At the sight of the viscount, his round face expanded in a genial smile that widened until it was lost in whisker, and he set two fingers to his round forehead and made a leg. “Lord love me, my lord, and is it you?” he exclaimed, clasping the hand the viscount had extended. “Now, from what that imp of a bye—axing his parding—your tiger, Mr. Milo, told me, I were to expect you at 9 sharp—and here it be nigh on to 10—” “True, Jack; but then both he and I reckoned without my father. My father had the bad taste to—er—disagree with me, hence I am late, Jack, and breakfastless, and my friend Mr. Beverly is as hungry as I am. Bev, my dear fellow, this is a very old friend of mine—Jack Truelove, who fought under my uncle at Trafalgar.” “Servant, sir!” says Jack, saluting Barnabas. “The Belisarius,’ Seventy-four!” smiled Barnabas. INSTALLMENT TWENTY “ A Y, ay,” says Jack, with a shake of his round head, “the poor old ‘Bully-Sawyer’—But, Lord love me! if you be hungry—” “Devilish!” said the viscount, “but first. Jack—what’s amiss with Clemency?” “Clemency? Why, where be that niece o’ mine?” “She’s run away, Jack. I found her in tears, and I had scarce said a dozen words to her -when—hey presto! She’s off and away.” “Tears is it, my lord?—and ’er sighed, too, I reckon. Come now—’er sighed likewise. Eh, my lord?” “Why, yes, she may have sighed, but —” “There,” says Jack, rolling his round head knowingly, “it be nought but a touch o’ love, my lord.” “Love!” exclaimed the viscount sharply. “Love,” exclaimed the viscount again, and frowning this time; “now who the devil should she be in love with ” To Be Continued

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TARZAN THE INVINCIBLE

• Our cause is lost and our lives with it, if he lives,” replied Zveri. ‘‘l thought Tarzan died, or I should never have come. We would be fools to let our worst enemy escape.” I can not kill him in cold blood,” said Ivitch. “You are a fool,” said Zveri.

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As he spoke he drew his revolver and advanced toward Tarzan. Zora threw herself across the apeman, shielding his body with hers. “He saved my life and brought me back here to camp. Do you think I am going to let you murder him?” she demanded.

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“I am afraid you can’t help yourself, Zora,” replied Zveri. “It is his life or the cause. If he lives, we fail.” The girl leaped to her feet and faced Zveri. “If you kill him, Peter, I shall kill you—l swear it by everything that I hold most dear.”

—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

“Don’t be a fool, Zora,” snapped Zveri. “Hold him prisoner if you will,” cried Zora, “but as you value your life, do not kill him.” Zveri paled with anger. ‘Your words are treason,” he said. “Traitors to the cause have died for less than what you have said!”

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