Indianapolis Times, Volume 46, Number 14, Indianapolis, Marion County, 28 May 1934 — Page 17

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The Amateur Gentleman Py Jeffrey Farnol = =

BEGIN HERE TODAY Receiviine an inheritance of seven hundred thousand pounds. Barnabas Barty, 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 over the son’s choice of a career. Natty Bell, another former champion, has aided the father in training young Barty to use his fists. After the fight, Barnabas changes his last name to Beverley and on his way to London meets among others the Cap'n, the Bosun and young Horatio Beflasis. a gentleman, and friend of Sir Mortimer Carnaby. Finding Sir Mortimer, whpm he did not know at the time, leerifig over the form of a young woman apparentlv unconscious as a result of a fall from a horse, young Barty knocks out the intruder in a fight, and revives the young woman. He leaves without learning her name, but picks up a handkerchief which she. intrigued bv her rescuer, leaves on a bush. The trip to London continues with young Bellasis as a companion. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY INSTALLMENT TWENTY-THREE (Continued) “T3 EVERLEY,” said he, as then fingers gripped, “after your most convincing—shall we say, argument?—if you tell me you have boxed with all and every champion back to Mendoza, Jack Slack and Broughton, egad I’ll believe you, for you have a devilish striking and forcible way with you at times!” Here the viscount cherished his bruised ribs, with touches of tender inquiry. “Yes,” he nodded, “there is a highly commendable thoroughuness in your methods, my dear Bev, and I’m free to confess I like you better and better—but —!” “But?” inquired Barnabas. “As regards the handkerchief pow—?” “I found it—on a bramble-bush — >1 a wood,” said Barnabas. “In a wood!” “In Annersley Wood; I found a lady there als<?.” “A lady—oh, egad” “Avery beautiful woman,” said Barnabas thoughtfully, with wonderful yellow hair!” “The Lady Cleone Meredith!” exclaimed the viscount, “but in a—wood!” “She had fallen from her horse.” “How? When? Was she hurt?” “Hew, I can not tell you, but it happened about two hours ago, and her hurt was trifling.” “And you—found her?” “I also saw 7 her safely out of the wood.” “And you did not know her name?” “I quite—forgot to ask it,” Barnabas admitted, “and I never saw her until this morning.” “Why, then, my dear Bev,” said the viscount, his brow clearing, “let us go back to breakfast, all three of us.” a a BUT. now turning about, they perceived that the stranger was gone, yet, coming to the bridge, they presently espied him sitting beside the stream having his hurts in the cool water. “Sir,” said Barnabas, “our thanks are due to you—” “And you must come back to the inn with us,” added the viscount; “the ham surpasses description.” “And I would know what you meant by the ‘blood of atonement’,” sair Barnabas, the persistent. “As to breakfast, young sirs,” said the stranger, shaking his head, “I thank you, but I have already assuaged my hunger; as to my story, well, ’t is not over long, and indeed it is a story to think upon—a warning to heed, for it is a story of self, and self is the most insidious enemy that man passesses. So, if you would listen to the tale of a selfish msn, sit down here beside me, and I’ll tell you.” INSTALLMENT TWENTY-FOUR “IN ancient times, sirs,” began the A stranger, with his gaze upon the hurrying waters of the brook, “when a man had committed some great sin he hid himself from the world, and lashed himself with cruel stripes, he w 7 alked barefoot upon sharp flints and afflicted himself with grievous pains and penalties,

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glorying in the blood of his atonement. and wasting himself and his remaining years in woeful solitude, seeking, thereby, to reclaim his soul from the wrath to come. “But, as for me, I w T alk the highways preaching always forgiveness and forgetfulness of self, and if men grow 7 angry at my teaching and misuse me, the pain of wounds, the hardships, the fatigue, I endure them all with a glad and cheerful mind, seeking thereby to work out my redemption and atonement, for I was a very selfish man.” Here the stranger paused, and his face seemed more lined and worn, and his w 7 hite hair whiter, as he stared dow 7 n into the running waters of the brook. “Sirs,” he continued, speaking w 7 ith bent head, “I once had a daughter, and I loved her dearly, but my name was dearer yet. I was proud of her beauty, but prouder of my ancient name, for I w 7 as a selfish man. “We lived in the country, a place remote and quiet, and consequently led a very solitary, humdrum life, because I w 7 as ever fond of books and flowers and the solitude of trees —a. selfish man always. And so, at last, because she w 7 as young and high-spirited, she ran away from my lonely cottage with one w 7 ho was a yillain. And I grieved for her, young sirs, I grieved much and long, because I was lonely,' but I grieved more for my name, my honorable name that she had besmirched, because, as I told you, I was a selfish man.” Again the stranger was silent, sitting ever With bent head staring down at the crystal waters of the brook, only he clasped his thin hands and wrung them as he continued: n m “/'\NE evening, as I sat among my roses with a book in my hand, she came back to me through the twilight, and flung herself upon her knees before me, and besought my forgiveness with sobs and bitter, bitter tears. Ah, young sirs! I can hear her weeping yet. The sound of it is always in my ears. So she knelt to me in her abasement with imploring hands stretched out to me. Ah, the pity of those white appealing hands, the pity of them! But I, sirs, being as I say a selfish man and remembering only my proud and honorable name, I, her father, spurned her from me with reproaches and vile words, such burning, seating words as no daughter should hear or father utter. “And so, weeping still, she turned away wearily, hopelessly, and I stood to watch her bowed .figure till she had crept away into the evening and was gone. “Thus, sirs, I drove her from me, this wounded lamb, this poor broken-hearted maid —bone of my bone, flesh of my flesh —I drove her from me, I w 7 ho should have comforted and cherished her, I drove her out into the night with hateful words and bitter curses. Oh, w 7 as ever sin like mine? Oh, self, self! In ancient times, sirs, when a man had committed some great sin he lashed himself with cruel stripes, but I tell you no rod, no whip of many thongs ever stung or bit so sharp and deep as remorse—it is an abiding pain. tt t a “nnHEREFORE I walk these highw 7 ays preaching always forgiveness and forgetfulness of self, and so needs must I walk until my days be done, or until—l find her again.” The stranger rose suddenly and so stood with bent head and very still, only his hands gripped and w 7 rung each other. Yet when he looked up his brow was serene and a smile was on his lips. (To Be Continued

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TAKZiAN the invincible

“The message is the truth,” said Zveri. “I always suspected Colt,” and he added with an oath, “I think the Mexican is just as bad. Fortunately the American’s message did not get through, but it has made me suspicious of every one. I am going to hurry this campaign.”

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“Everything is ready, then?” Zora asked. “Yes, everything is ready,” he replied, “and no one can interfere with my plans. We march tomorrow morning. And now tell me what happened while I was at Opar. Why did the Arabs desert and why did you go with them?”

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Zora told him of her capture by the Arabs and escape, but she did not mention Wayne Colt’s connection with it. She led him to believe that she wandered alone in the jungle, until the great ape had captured her. She dwelt at length upon Tarzan’s kindness.

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“Speak no more of Tarzan,” 6aid Zveri. “I have already told you that I would not kill him,” but in his treacherous mind he was formulating a plan whereby Tarzan might be destroyed while still he adhered to the letter of his promise to Zora.

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