Indianapolis Times, Volume 46, Number 26, Indianapolis, Marion County, 11 June 1934 — Page 13

JUNE 11, 1931

The Amateur Gentleman

BEGIN HERE TODAX Recelvline 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 voung Barty to use his fists. After the fight. Barnabas changes his surname to Beverley and on his way to London meets among others >-ne Cap'n. the Bosun and voung Horatio Bellasis, 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 fan from a horse, voung Barty knocks out the Intruder. . The trip to London Is resumed with young Bellasis as a companion. Beverley tests his companion in a battle ol nsis after the lie had been passed over the ability of the prize fighter s son. The combatants remain friends. Both love Lady Cleone. Bellasis Qi'l* 3 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 maid. Barnabas bluffs him to escape a pistol duel. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORE INSTALLMENT THIRTY-THREE (Continued) “Sir, pray be serious!” “I generally am.” “But why have a poacher lor your valet?” INSTALLMENT THIRTY-FOUR “'T'HAT he might poach no JL more; and because I understand that he is the best valet in the world.” Here she glanced up at Barnabas and shook her head: “I fear I shall never understand you, Mr. Beverley.” f “That time will show; and my name is Barnabas.” “But how did—this poacherknow?” “He was the man*’ who brought you the letter from Mr. Chichester.” “It was written by my—brother, sir.” “He was the man who gave you your brother’s letter in Annersley Wood.” “Yes—l remember—in the wood.” “Where I found you lying quite unconscious.” “Where you found me—yes.” “Lying—quite unconscious!” “Yes,” she answered, beginning to hasten her steps again. “And where you left me without telling me your name—or —even asking mine.” “For which I blamed myself—afterwards,” said Barnabas. “Indeed, it was very remiss of you.” “Yes,” sighed Barnabas, “I came back to try and find you.” “Really, sir?” said she, with black -blows arched —“did you indeed, sir?” “But I was too late, and I feared I had lost you—” “Why, that reminds me, I lost my handkerchief.” “Oh;” said Barnabas, staring up at the moon. “I think I must have dropped it—in the wood.” “Then, of course, it is gone—you may depend upon that,” said Barnabas, shaking his head at the moon. “I had my monogram embroidered in one corner.” “Indeed!” said Barnabas. “Yes, I was —hoping—that you had seen it. perhaps?” “On a bramble-bush,” said Barnabas, nodding at the moon. “Then—you did find it, sir?” “Yes; and I beg to remind you that my name ” “Where is it?” “In my pocket.” “Then why couldn’t you say so before?” “Because I wished to keep it there.” “Please give it to me!” “Why?” “Because no man shall have my favors to wear until he has my promise, also.” “Then, since I have the one—give me the other.” “Mr Beverley, you will please return my handkerchief,” and stopping all at once, she held out her hand imperiously.

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“Os course,” sighed Barnabas, “on a condition- ” “On no condition, sir!” “That you remember my name is Barnabas.” “But I detest your name.” “I am hoping that by use it may become a little less objectionable,” said he, rather ponderously. “It never can—never; and I want my handkerchief Barnabas.” a a SO Barnabas sighed again, and perforce gave the handkerchief into her keeping. And now it was she who smiled up at the moon; but as for Barnabas, his gaze was bent earthwards. After they had gone some way in silence, he spoke. “Have you met—Sir Mortimer Carnaby—often?” he inquired. “Yes,” she answered, then seeing his scowling look, added, “very often indeed, sir!” “Ha ” said frowning Barnabas, “and he is one of the many who have—told you of their love?” “Yes.” “Hum,” said Barnabas, and strode on in gloomy silence. Seeing which she smiled in the shadow of her hood, and thereafter gi£\v angry all at once. “And pray, why not, sir?” she demanded, haughtily, “though, indeed, it does not at all concern you, and he is at least a gentleman, and a friend of the prince—” “And has an excellent eye for horseflesh —and women,” added Barnabas. Now when he said this, she merely looked at him once, and thereafter forgot all about him. whereby Barnabas gradually perceived that his offense was great, and would have made humble atonement, yet found her blind and deaf, which was but natural, seeing that, for her, he had ceased to exist. But they reached a stile. It was an uncommonly high stile, an awkward stile at any time, more especially at night. Nevertheless, she faced it resolutely, even though Barnabas had cased to exist. When, therefore, having vaulted over, he would have helped her, she looked over him. and past him, and through him, and mounted unaided, confident of herself, proud and supremely disdainful both of the stile and Barnabas; and then—because of her pride, or her disdain, or her long cloak, or all three—she slipped, and to save herself must needs catch at Barnabas, and yield herself to his arm; so, for a moment, she lay in his embrace, felt his tight clasp about her, felt his quick breath upon her cheek. Then he had set her dow r n, and was eying her anxiously. “Your foot, it is hurt?” he inquired. “Thank you, no,” she answered, and turning with head carried high, hurried on faster than ever. “You should have taken my hand.” said he; but he spoke to deaf ears. “You will find the next stile easier, I think,” he ventured; but still she hurried on, unheeding. at “A7'OU walk very fast!” said he X again, but still she deigned him no reply; therefore he stooped till he might see beneath her hood. “Dear lady,” said he very gently, “if I offended you a while ago—forgive me—Cleone.” “Indeed,” said she, looking away frpm him; “it would seem I must be always forgiving you, Mr. Beverley.” “Why, surely it is a woman’s priv*ilege to forgive, Cleone—and my name—” “And a man’s prerogative to be forgiven, I suppose, Mr. Beverley.” “When he repents as I do, Cleone; and my—” “Oh! I forgive you,” she sighed. “Yet you still walk very fast.” “It must be nearly 10 o’clock.” “I suppose so,” said Barnabas, “and you will, naturally, be anxious to reach home again.” (To Be Continued)

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—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

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