Indianapolis Times, Volume 46, Number 23, Indianapolis, Marion County, 7 June 1934 — Page 23

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The Amateur Gentleman —==Ry Jeffrey Farnol= ~~ =

BEGIN HERE TODAX Recelvllne 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 Beil, another former champion, has aided the father in training young Barty to use his fists After the fight. Barnabas changes his surname to Beverley and on his way to London meets among others .he Cap’n. the Bosun and vong Horatio Befiasis, a gentleman, and friend of 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 from a horse, young Barty knocks out the ln to London Is resumed with young Bella sis as a companion Beverley tests his companion in a battle of fists after the lie had been passed over the ability of the prize fighter s son. The combatants remain friends. Both love Lady Cleone. Befiasis quits the trip to press his courtship. Barnabas, however, continues to travel. He engages Peterbv. former poacher, as valet. Encountering Chichester, a rogue, who is annoying Clemency, an inn mala. Barnabas bluffs him to escape a pistol duel. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORE INSTALLMENT THIRTY-ONE (Continued) “As you will,” said Barnabas, “only let us go.” “With you?” she exclaimed. “With me.” “No—not a step, sir. When I choose to go, I go alone.” “But tonight,” said Barnabas, gentle of voice but resolute of eye, “tonight—l go with you.” “You!” she cried, “a man I have seen but once, a man who may be anything, a—a thief, a ploughman, a runaway groom for aught I know.” Now, watching him beneath disdainful drooping lashes, she saw Barnabas flinch at this, and the curve of her scornful lips grew more bitter. “And now I’m going—alone. Stand aside and let me pass.” “No, madam.” “Let me pass, I warn you!” FOR a minute they fronted each other, eye to eye, very silent and still, like two antagonists that measure each other’s strength; then Barnabas smiled and shook his head. And in that very instant, quick and passionate, she raised her whip and struck him across the cheek. Then, as she stood panting, half fearful of what she had done, Barnabas reached out and took the whip, and snapped it between his hands. “And now,” said he, tossing aside the broken pieces, “pray let us go.” “No.” “Why, then,” sighed Barnabas, “I must carry you again.” Once more she shrank away from him, back and back to the crumbling wall, and leaned there. But now because of his passionate strength, she fell a-trembling and, because of his calmly resolute eyes and grimly smiling mouth, fear came upon her, and therefore, because she could not fly him, because she knew herself helpless against him, she suddenly covered her face from his eyes, and a great sob burst from her. Barnabas stopped, and looking at her bowed head and shrinking figure, knew not what to do. And as he stood there within a yard of her, debating within himself, upon the quiet broke a sudden sound—a small, sharp sound, yet full of infinite significance—the snapping of a dry twig among the shadows; a sound that made the ensuing silence but the more profound, a breathless quietude which, as moment after moment dragged .by, grew full of deadly omen. And now, even as Barnabas turned to front these menacing shadows, the moon went out. Upon the quiet stole a rustle of leaves, a whisper that came and went, intermittently, that grew louder and louder, and so was gone again; but in place of this was another sound, a musical jingle like the chime of fairy beils, very far, and faint, and sweet.

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All at once Barnabas knew that his companion’s fear of him was gone, swallowed up—forgotten in terror of the unknown. He heard a slow-drawn, quivering sigh, and then, pale in the dimness, her hand came out to him, crept down his arm, and finding his hand, hid itself in his warm clasp; and her hand was marvelously cold, and her fingers stirred and trembled in his. INSTALLMENT THIRTY-TWO CAME again a rustling in the leaves, but louder now, and drawing nearer, and ever the fairy chime swelled upon the air. And even as it came Barnabas felt her closer, until her shoulder touched his, until the fragrance of her breath fanned his cheek, until the warmth of her soft body thrilled through him, until, loud and sudden in the silence, a voice rose—a rich, deep voice: “ ‘Now is the witching hour when graveyards yawn’—the witching hour —ah!—Oh! poor pale ghost, I know thee—by thy night-black hair and sad, sweet eyes—l know thee. Alas, so young and dead—while I, alas, so old and much alive! Yet I, too, must die some day—soon, soon, beloved shadow. Then shall my shade encompass thine and float up with thee into the infinite. “But now, aha! now is the witching hour! Oh! shades and phantoms, I summon thee, fairies, pixies, ghosts and goblins, come forth, and I will sing you and dance you. ’Tis a rare song, mine—and well liked by the quality,—you’ve heard it before, perchance—ay, ay for you, being dead, hear and see all things, oh, Wise Ones! Come, press round me, so. Now, hearken, ‘Oysters! oysters! and away we go.’ " ‘Many a knight and lady fair My oysters fine would try. They are the finest oysters, air, That ever you did buy. Oysters! Who’ll buy my oysters, oh!’ " The bushes rustled again, and into the dimness leaped a tall, dark figure that sang in a rich, sweet voice, and capered among the shadows with a fantastic dancing step, then grew suddenly silent and still. And in that moment the moon shone out again, shone down upon a strange, wild creature, bareheaded and bare of foot. Avery tall man he was, with curling gray hair that hung low upon his shoulders, and upon his coat were countless buttons of all makes and kinds that winked and glittered in the moonlight, and jingled faintly as he moved. For a moment he stood motionless and staring, then, laying one hand to the gleaming buttons on his bosom, bowed with an easy, courtly grace. “Who are you?” demanded BarnabaS “Billy, sir, poor Billy—Sir William, perhaps—but, mum for that; the moon knows, but can not tell, then why should I?” “And what do you want—here?” “To sing, sir, for you and the lady, if you will. I sing for high folk and low folk. I have many songs, old and new, grave and gay, but folk generally ask for my ‘Oyster Song.’ *‘l sing for rich and poor, for the sad and for the merry. I sing at country fairs sometimes, and sometimes to trees in lonely places—trees are excellent listeners always. But tonight I sing for—Them.” “And who are they?” “The Wise Ones, who, being dead, know all things, and live forever. Ah, but they’re kind to poor Billy, and though they have no buttons to give him, yet they tell him things sometimes. Aha! such things!— things to marvel at! So I sing for them always when the moon is full, but, most of all, I sing for Her.” “Who is she?” (To Be Continued)

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His wound annoyed Tarzan less than the pangs of thirst. To little monkeys watching him from the tree he called. “Come, Manu, untie the thongs that bind my wrists.” “We are afraid,” said an old monkey. "Tarzan has been your friend; he will not harm you,” said the man.

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“We are afraid,” repeated the old monkey. “For many moons the jungle has not known Tarzan; but other Tarmangani came and with thundersticks they hunted little Manu and killed him. If Tarzan had still been our friend, he would have driven these strange men away.”

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Seeing that it was futile to appeal to Manu, Tarzan, as & forlorn hope, voiced the long, plaintive, uncanny help call of the great apes. With slowly increasing crescendo, it rose to a piercing shriek that drove far and wide through the silent jungle.

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