Indianapolis Times, Volume 46, Number 28, Indianapolis, Marion County, 13 June 1934 — Page 21

JUNE 13, 1934

The Amateur Gentleman IV Jeffrey Farnol-

BEGIN HEBE TODAX Recelviinz an inberlttnce of seven ■hundred thousand pounds Barnabas Barty, son of John Barty. the former champion prize fighter of England, decides to become a gentleman than follow the fighting game. He best* 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 fists. After the fight. Barnabas chmjges his surname to Beverley and on ms way to London meets among others <ne Cap’n, the Bosun and Bellasis, a gentleman, and friend or Sir Mortimer Carnaby. ha rild Finding Sir Mortimer, whom ne oia not know at the time, l ee . rll J over the form of Lady Cleone Meredith apparent ly unconscious as a result of a fal from a horse, voung Barty knocks out tne intruder. London ls resU med with young Bellasis as a com pa n ion B ®)' e I le ? 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. Bf 11 *®** the trip to press his courtship. Barnabas, however, decides to continue on to London. He engages Peterby, eras valet. Encountering Chichester, a rogue, who is annoying Clemency, an inn maid. Barnabas bluffs him to escape a pistol duel. Meeting Lady Cleone again Barnabas declares his love for her and promises that on his arrival in London he will seek to aid her brother, who Is under the influence of Chichester. INSTALLMENT THIRTY-FIVE (Continued) Now as he gazed at the finger post, even so she gazed at him; and thus she saw again the mark upon his cheek, and looking, sighed; indeed, it was the veriest ghost of a sigh, yet Barnabas heard it, and straightway forgot the fingerpost, forgot the world and all things in it. save her warm beauty, the red allurement of her mouth, and the witchery of her drooping lashes; therefore he reached out his hands to her, and she saw that they were trembling. “Cleone,” he murmured, “oh, Cleone —look up!” But even as he spoke she recoiled from his touch, for, plain and clear, came the sound of footsteps on the road near by. Sighing, Barnabas turned thitherwards and beheld advancing toward them one who paused, now and then, to look about him as though at a loss, and then hurried on again. Avery desolate figure he was, and quaintly pathetic because of his gray hair, and the empty sleeve that flapped helplessly to and fro with the hurry of his going—a figure, indeed, that there was no mistaking. Being come to the finger post, he paused to look wistfully on all sides, and Barnabas could see that his face was drawn and haggard. For a moment he gazed about him wild-eyed and eager, then with a sudden, hopeless gesture, he leaned his one arm against the battered sign post and hid his face there. ‘Oh, my lass —my dear!” he cried in a strangled voice, “why did you leave me? Oh, my lass!” Then all at once came a rustle of parting leaves, the flutter of flying draperies, and Cleone had fled to that drooping, disconsolate figure, had wreathed her protecting arms about it, and so all moans, and sobs, and little tender cries, had drawn her tyrant’s head down upon her gentle bosom and clasped it there. tt a ' “V*THY, Cleone!” exclaimed the VV captain, and folded his solitary arm about her; but not content with this, my lady must needs take his empty sleeve also, and, drawing it close about her neck, she held it there. “Oh, Cleone!” sighed the captain, “my dear, dear lass!” “No,” she cried, “I am a heartless savage, an ungrateful wretch! I am—and I hate myself!” and here, forthwith, she stamped her foot at herself. “No, no, you’re not—l say no! You didn’t mean to break my heart. You’ve come back to me, thank God, and—and— Oh, egad, Cleone,- I swear—l say I swear—by Gog and Magog, I’m snuffling like a birched schoolboy; but then I—couldn’t bear to—lose my dear maid.” “Dear,” she sighed, brushing away his tears with the cuff of his empty sleeve, “dear, if you’d

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only try to hate me a little—just a little, now and then, I don’t think I should be quite such a wretch to you.” Here she stood on tip-toe and kissed him on the chin, that being nearest. “I’m a cat—yes, a spiteful cat, and I must scratch sometimes; but ah! if you knew how I hated myself after! And I know you’ll go and forgive me again, and that’s what makes it so hard to bear.” “Forgive you, Cio’—ay, to be sure! You’ve come back to me, you see, and you didn’t mean to leave me solitary and—” “Ah, but I did—l did! And that’s why I am a wretch, and a cat, and a savage! I meant to run. away and leave you for ever and ever!" “The house would be very dark without you, Cleone.” “Dear, hold me tighter—now listen! There are times when I hate the house, and the country, and—yes, even you. And at times I grow afraid of myself—hold me tighter!—at such times I long for London —and—and— Ah, but you do love me, don’t you?" “Love you—my own lass!” The captain’s voice was very low, yet eloquent with yearning tenderness; but even so, his quick ear had caught a rustle in the hedge, and his sharp eye. had seen Barnabas standing in the shdow. “Who’s that?” he demanded sharply. “Why, indeed,” says my lady, “I had forgotten him. ’Tis a friend of yours, I think. Pray come out, Mr. Beverley.” tt tt tt INSTALLMENT THIRTY-SIX “TJEVERLEY!” exclaimed the J3 Captain. “Now sink me! what’s all this? Come out, sir—l say come out and show yourself!” So Barnabas stepped out from the hedge, and uncovering his head, bowed low. “Your very humble, obedient servant, sir,” said he. “Ha! by Thor and Odin, so it’s you again, is it, sir? Pray, what brings you still so far from the fashionable world? What d’ye want, sir, eh, sir?” “Briefly, sir,” answered Barnabas, “your ward.” “Eh—what? what? cried the Captain. “Sir,” returned Barnabas, “since you are the Lady Cleone’s lawful guardian, it is but right to tell you that I hope to marry her—some day.” “Marry!” exclaimed the Captain. “Marry my—damme, sir, but you're cool—l say cool and devilish impudent, and—and—oh, Gad, Cleone!” “My dear,” said she, smiling and stroking her tyrant’s shaven cheek, “why distress ourselves, we can always refuse him, can’t we?” “Ay, to be sure, so we can,” nodded the captain, “but oh! sink me— I say sink and scuttle me, the audacity of it! I say he’s a cool, impudent, audacious fellow!” “Yes, dear, indeed I think he’s all right,” said my lady, nodding her head at Barnabas very decidedly, “and I forgot to tell you that beside all this, he is the—gentleman who—saved me from my folly, and brought me back to you." “Eh? eh?” cried the captain, staring. “Yes, dear, and this is he who—” But here she drew down her tyrant’s gray head, and whispered three words in his ear. Whatever she said it affected the captain suddenly into his youthful smile, and reaching out impulsively, he grasped Barnabas by the hand. “Aha, sir!” said he, “you have a good, big fist here!” “Indeed,” said Barnabas, glancing down at it somewhat ruefully, “it is—very large, I fear.” “Over large, sir!” says my lady, also regarding it, and with her head at a critical angle, “it could never he called—an elegant hand, could it?” (To Be Continued)

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Tantor, startled by the help cry of Tarzan, had turned back from the river without taking water. He struck straight through the jungle in answer to the call of the ape-man; and now he came charging into view, a titanic figure of rage and vengeance.

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When Tarzan spoke to him, the great beast came to a sudden stop. “Quiet, Tantor, if was Dango. He is dead," said the ape-man. As the eyes of the elephant located the carcass of the hyena he charged and trampled it, as he had trampled Dorsky, to a pulp.

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His ankles free of their bonds, Tarzan was upon his feet. He called the elephant to him. Tantor came quietly to his side and stood with his trunk touching the ape-man’s body, his rage quieted and his nerves soothed by the reassuring calm of the ape-man.

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And now Nkima came, making an agile leap from a swaying bough to the back of Tantor and then to the shoulder of Tarzan, where he pressed his cheek close against the bronzed cheek of the great Tarmangani who was his master. Thus they stood in silent communion. . . .

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