Indianapolis Times, Volume 46, Number 21, Indianapolis, Marion County, 5 June 1934 — Page 19

JUNE 5, 1931

The Amateur Gentleman - By Jeffrey Farnol■■

BEGIN HERE TODAY Recelviine an inheritance ot 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 voung Barty to use his fists. After the fight, Barnabas changes his surname to Beverley and on his way to London meets among others ihe Cap’n. the Bosun and young Horatio Bellasis, a gentleman, and friend ol Sir Mortimer Carnaby. ,• Finding Sir Mortimer, whom he did not know at the time leering over the form of Lady Cleone Meredith apparently unconscious as a result of a fall irom a horse, young Barty kfinocks out the inwoman. . ....i. The trip to London is resumed witn voung Bellasis as a companion. Beverly tests his companion in a battle ot nsts after the lie had been passed over the ability of the prizefigter's son. The combatants remain friends. Both love Lady Cleone Bellasis quits the trip to press his courtship. Barnabas, however, continues to travel. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY INSTALLMENT TWENTY - NINE (Continued) “Ah!” said Barnabas, “I think I know it.” “At sunset, sir!” “That would be somewhere about half past seven,” mused Barnabas, staring blankly, down at the book on his knee. “Yes, sir.” “How came you to be carrying his letter?” “He offered me five shillings to go and bring her answer.” “Did you know the lady?” “No, sir, but he described her.” “To be sure,” said Barnabas; “he mentioned her hair, perhaps?” “Yes, sir.” “Her—eyelashes, perhaps?” “And her eyes also, sir.” “Yes, her eyes, of course. He seemed to know her well, perhaps?” “Yes, sir.” “And she—promised to meet him —in a very lonely place?” “At Oakshott's barn, sir.” INSTALLMENT THIRTY ONCE again Barnabas stared down at his book, and was silent so long that his new servant wondered, grew fidgety, coughed, and at last spoke. “Sir,” said he, “what are your orders?” Barnabas started and looked up. “Orders?” he repeated; “why, first of all, get something to eat, then find yourself a barber, and wait for me at ‘The Spotted Cow.’ ” “Yes, sir.” The man bowed, turned away, took three or four steps, and came back again. “Sir,” said he, “I have two guineas of yours, and you have never even asked my name.” “True,” said Barnabas. ‘Supposing I go and never come back?” “Then I shall be two guineas the poorer, and you will have proved yourself a thief; but until you do, you are an honest man, so far as I am concerned.” “Sir,” said the fugitive hoarsely, but with anew light in his face, “for that, if I were not your servant—l—should like to—clasp your hand; and, sir, my name is John Peterby.” “Why, then,” said Barnabas, smiling all at once, “why then, John Peterby, here it is!” So, for a moment their hands met, and then John Peterby turned sharp about and strode away down the lane, his step grown light and his head held high. But as for Barnabas, he sat there ip the ditch, staring at nothing; end as he stared his brow grew black and ever blacker, until chancing at last to espy the “priceless wollum,” where it lay beside him, he took it up, balanced it in his hand, then hurled it over the opposite hedge: which done, he laughed sudden and harsh, and clenched his fists. “God!” he exclaimed, “a goddess and a satyr!” and so sat staring on at nothing again. The sun was getting low, as Barnabas parted the brambles, and looking about him, frowned. He stood in a grassy glade or clearing, a green oasis hemmed in on every

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side with bushes. Before him was Oakshott's barn, an ancient structure, its rotting thatch disheveled, its doors gone long since, its aged walls cracked and scarred by years, a very monument of desolation; upon its threshold weeds had sprung up, and within its hoary shadow breathed an air damp, heavy, and acrid with decay. It was indeed a place of solitude full of the “hush” of leaves, shut out from the world, close hidden from observation, a place apt for the meetings of lovers. And, therefore, leaning in the shadow of the yawning doorway, Barnabas frowned. * tt St u EVENING was falling, and from shadowy wood, from dewy grass and flower, stole soft wafts of perfume, while from some thicket near by a blackbird filled the air with the rich note of his languorous song; but Barnabas frowned only the blacker, and his hand clenched itself on the stick he carried, a heavy stick, that he had cut from the hedge as he came. All at once the blackbird’s song was hushed, and gave place to a rustle of leaves that drew nearer and nearer; yet Barnabas never moved, not even when the bushes were pushed aside and a man stepped into the clearing —a tall, elegant figure, who having paused to glance sharply about him. strolled on again towards the barn, swinging his tasseled walking cane, and humming softly to himself as he came. He was within a yard of Barnabas when he saw him, and stopped dead. “Ah!” he exclaimed, softly; and thereafter the two eyed each other In an ominous silence. “And who the devil are you?” he inquired at length, his eyes still intent. “Sir,” said Barnabas, yet leaning in the doorway “your name, I think, is Chichester?” “Well?” “Permit me to return your coat button!” and Barnabas held out the article in question, but Mr. Chichester never so much as glanced at it. “What do you want here?” he demanded. soft of voice. “To tell you that this dismal place is called Oakshott's Barn, sir.” “Well?” “To warn you that Oakshott’s Barn is an unhealthy place—for your sort, sir.” “Ha!” said Mr. Chichester, his heavy-lidded eyes unwinking, “do you threaten?” “Let us rather say—l warn!” “So you do threaten!” “I warn!” repeated Barnabas. “To the devil with you and your warning!” All this time neither of them had moved or raised his voice, only Mr. Chichester’s thin, curving nostrils began to twitch all at once, while his eyes gleamed beneath their narrowed lids. But now Barnabas stepped clear of the doorway, the heavy stick swinging in his hand. “Then, sir.” said he, “let me advise. Let me advise you to hurry from this solitude.” Mr. Chichester laughed—a low, rippling laugh. “Ah!” said he, “ah, so that’s it!” a tt YES,” nodded Barnabas, shifting his gaze to Mr. Chichester’s right hand, a white beringed hand, whose long, slender fingers toyed with the seals that dangled at his fob, “so pray take up your button and go!” Mr. Chichester glanced at the heavy stick; at the powerful hand, the broad shoulders and resolute face of him who held it, and laughed again, and. laughing, bowed. “Your solicitude for my healthtouches me, sir—touches me, my thanks are due to you, for my health is paramount. I owe you a debt which I shall hope to repay. This place, as you say, is dismal. I wish you good evening!” Saying which, Mr. Chichester turned away. (To Be Continued.

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The same instant Tarzan swung his legs around the fellow’s feet and as Dorsky rolled over on his back, he dragged Tarzan on top of him. The apeman knew from the snapping of Dorsky’s wrist bones between his teeth that the man's right hand was useless, so he released it.

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He heard his men running toward the tent, shouting among themselves; and then he heard screams of terror. The next instant the tent vanished from above them, and Dorsky saw a huge bull elephant towering above him and his savage antagonist.

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