Indianapolis Times, Volume 46, Number 16, Indianapolis, Marion County, 30 May 1934 — Page 19

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The Amateur Gentleman

By Jeffrey FarnoU

BEGIN HERE TODAY Recelviinc an inheritance of 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 over the sons choice of a career. Natty,Bell, _another former champion, has aided the father in training young Barty to use his hsts After the fight, Barnabas changes his first name to Beverley and on his way to London meets among others die Cap'n, the Bosun and >'°h n K Bellasis, a gentleman, and friend of Sir Mortimer Carnaby. . , Finding Sir Mortimer, whom he did not know at the time. leering oyer the form of a young woman a PP ar ,? n from “a conscious as a result of a fall tTom horse voung Bartv 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 rescuei. le The S mp V London continues with young Bellasis as a companion. ® e c. er V tests his companion in a batUe of fists_ After the lie had been passed oyer the ability of the prizefighter s son, the combatants remain friends. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY INSTALLMENT TWENTY - FIVE (Continued) “Fightin’, m’ lud! What, me? ’ “Wha’s the matter with your face —it’s all swollen; there, your cheek?” “Swellin’, m’ lud; I don t feel no swellin’.” “No, no; the other cheek. “Oh, this, m’ lud. Oh, ’e done it, ’e did; but I weren't fightin’.” • Who did it?” “S’ Mortimers friend, 'e done it,

'6 did.” "“Sir Mortimer's friend 9 ” “Ah, ’im, m’ lud.” “But, how in the world —” “Wi’ his first, m’ lud.” “What for?” “ 'Cos I kicked ’im, I did.” •■You—kicked Sir Mortimer Carnaby’s friend!” exclaimed the viscount. "What in heaven's name did you do that for?” “ 'cos you told me to, m'lud, you did.” “I told you to kick —” “Yes, m’lud, you did. You sez to me. last week —arter I done up that Butcher's boy—you sez to me. ;don't fight ’cept you can't ’elp it,’ you gez; ‘but alius pertect the ladies,’ you sez. ‘an if so be as e s too big to reach wi’ your fists—why, usd your boots,’ you sez, an so I did, m'lud.” “So you were protecting a lady, were you. Imp?” ‘ “Miss Clemency, mam; yes, m’lud. She's been good ter me, Miss Clemency, mam 'as —an’ so when I seen ’in) strugglin’ an’ a-trying’ to kiss ’ er _ w hen I ’eered ’er cry out—l came in froo de winder, an’ I kicked ’im. I did, an’ then—” “Imp.” said the viscount gravely, “,you are forgetting your aitches! And so Sir Mortimer’s friend kissed her, did he? Mind your aitches now!” "Yes, m’lud; an’ when hi see the tears hin her heyes—” “Now you are mixing them, Imp! —tears in her eyes. Well?” “Why then I kicked him, m'lud, an’ he turned round an’ give me this ’ere.” “And what was Sir Mortimer’s friend like?” “A tall—werry sleepy gentleman, wot smiled, m'lud.” • “Ha!” exlaimed the viscount, starting; "and with a scar upon one cheek?” INSTALLMENT TWENTY-SIX HIS lordship frowned. “That would be Chichester,” said he thoughtfully. “Now I wonder what the devil should bring that fellow so far from London?” “Well, m'lud,” suggested Milo, shaking his golden curls, “I kind of ’specks there's a woman at the bottom of it. There mostly generally is.” “Hum!” said the viscount. “ 'Sides, m'lud, I ’eard 'im talkin’ ’bout a lady to S’ Mortimer!’ “Did they mention her name?” “The sleepy one ’e did. m’lud. Jist as S’ Mortimer climbed into the chaise —‘Here’s wishing you luck wi’ the lovely Meredyth,’ ’e sez.”

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“Meredith!” exclaimed the viscount. “Meredith, m'lud; ‘the lovely Meredith,’ ’e sez, an’ then, as he stood watchin’ the chaise drive away, 'may the best man win,’ sez ’e to himself, 'an’ that’s me,’ sez ’e.” “Boy,’ said the viscount, “have the horses put to—at once.” “Werry good, m’lud,” and, touching his small hat, Milo of Crotona turned and set off as fast as his small legs would carry him. “Gad!” exclaimed his lordship, “this is more than I bargained for. I must be off.” “Indeed!’ said Barnabas, who for the last minute or so had been watching a man who was strolling idly up the lane, a tall, languid gentleman in a jaunty hat. “You seem all at once in a mighty hurry to get to London. “London!” repeated the viscount, staring blankly. “London? Oh, why yes, to be sure, I was going to London; but—hum—fact of the matter is, I’ve changed my mind about it, by dear Bev; I’m going—back. I’m following Carnaby.” “Have you known many women, Bev?” “No,” answered Barnabas; “but I have met the Lady Cleone ” “Once!” added the viscount significantly. “Once!” nodded Barnabas. “Hum!” said the viscount. “And, therefore,” added Barnabas, “I don’t think that we need fear Sir Mortimer as a rival.” “That,” retorted the viscount, shaking his head, “is because you don't know him—either.” Hereupon, having come to the inn and having settled their score, the viscount stepped out to the stables, accompanied by the round-faced landlord, while Barnabas, leaning out from the open casement, stared idly into the lane. And thus he once more beheld the gentleman in the jaunty hat, who stood lounging before the inn, glancing up and down the lane in the attitude of one who waits. a a a He was tall and slender, and clad in a tight-fitting blue coat cut in the extreme of the prevailing fashion, and beneath hi scurly-brimmed hat, Barnabas saw a swallow face with lips a little too heavy, nostrils a little too thin, and eyes a little too close together, at least, so Barnabas thought, but what he noticed more particularly was the fact that one of the buttons of the blue coat had been wrenched away. Now, as the gentleman lounged there against the tree, he switched languidly at a bluebell that happened to grow within his reach, cut it down, and with gentle, lazy taps beat it slowly into nothingness, which done, he drew out his watch, glanced at it, frowned, and was in the act of thrusting it back into his fob when the hedge opposite was parted suddenly and a man came through. A wretched being he looked, dusty, unkempt, unshorn, whose quick, bright eyes gleamed in the thin oval of his pallid face. At sight of this man the gentleman's lassitude vanished and he stepped quickly forward. “Well,” he demanded, “did you find her?” “Yes, sir.” “And a cursed time you've been about it.” “Annersley is further than I thought, sir, and—” “Pah! no give me her answer,” and the gentleman held out a slim white hand. “She had no time to write, sir,” said the man, “but she bid me tell you ” “Damnation!” exclaimed the gentleman, glancing toward him. "not here, come further down the lane,” and with the word he turned and strode away, with the man at his heels. To Be Continued.)

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It was the morning of the day following that upon which he had been shot before Tarzan regained consciousness. He felt weak and sick. When he tried to move he discovered that his wrists and ankles were securely bound. His head ached horribly.

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As recollection slowly returned he realized, because of the canvas wall of the tent, that in some way his enemies had captured him. He tried to wrench his wrists free from the cords that held him, but they resisted his every effort.

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He listened intently and sniffed the air, but he could detect no evidence of the teeming camp that he had seen when he had brought the girl back. Hearing voices he realized he was not alone, though he was confident that there were only a few men in camp.

—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

Deep In the jungle he heard an elephant trumpeting. Tarzan strove again to snap the bonds that held him, but they would not yield. Then he turned so that he faced the tent opening and from his lips burst a long low cry; the cry of a beast In distress.

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