Indianapolis Times, Volume 46, Number 29, Indianapolis, Marion County, 14 June 1934 — Page 25

TONE 13, 1933.

The Amateur Gentleman ====== By Jeffrey Farnol -

BEGIN HERE TODAX Recelvllng an inheritance ot seven hundred thousand pounds Barnabas Barty. son of John Bartv, 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 nsts. After the fight. Barnabas changes his surname to Beverley and on his way to London meets among others vhe 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, ieering over the form of Lady Cleone Meredith apparently unconscious as a result of a fall from a horse, young Barty knocks out the intruder. _ „ . The trip to London is resumed with young Bellasis as a companion. Beverley tests his companion in a battle ot hst-" after the lie had been passed over the ■ ability of the prize fighter s son. The combatants remain friends. Both love Lady Cleone. Bellasis quits the trip to press his courtship. Barnabas. ■ however, decides to continue on to Lon- • don. He engages Peterby, former poacn- < er. as 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-SIX i (Continued) ; “Elegant!” snorted the captain, “I say pooh! I say pish! Sir, you ’ must come in and sup with us, my house is near by. Good English beef and ale, sir.” n n tt BARNABAS hesitated and glanced toward Cleone, but her face whs hidden in the shadow of her hood, wherefore his look presently ; wandered to the finger-post, near by, upon whose battered sign he read the words: ‘TO HAWKHURST. TO LONDON.’ “Sir,” said he, “I would, most gratefully, but that I start for Lon'don at once.” Yet while he spoke, he frowned blackly at the fingerpost, as though it had been his worst enemy. . “London!” exclaimed the captain, “so you are still bound for the lashionable world, are ye?” “Yes,” sighed Barnabas, “but • I—” !! “Tush, sir, I say fiddle-de-dee!” “I have lately undertaken a mission.” • * “Ha! So you won’t come in?” !! “Thank you, no; this mission is important, and I must be gone;” and here again Barnabas sighed. Then my lady turned tnd looked at Barnabas, and, though she uttered no word, her eyes were eloquent; so that the heart of him was uplifted, and he placed his hand —upon the finger-post as though it "had been his best freind. “Why, then, so be it, young sir,” said the captain, “it remains only to thank you, which I do, I say 1 which I do most heartily, and to bid J you good-by.” “Until we meet again, captain.” “Eh—what, sir? meet when?” i “At ‘Barnaby Bright,’ ” says my * lady, staring up at the moon. “In a month’s time,” added Barnabas. “Eh?” exclaimed the captain, * "what’s all this?” ! ’ “In a month's time, sir, I shall re- ; turn to ask Cleone to be my wife,” ’ Barnabas explained. ‘ “And,” said my lady, smiling at the Captain’s perplexity, “we shall be glad to see him, shan’t we, dear? and shall, of course, refuse him, shan’t we, dear?” “Refuse him? yes—no—egad! I don’t know.” said the Captain, running his fingers through his rair, “I say, deuce take me—l’m adrift; I say where's the Bo’sun?” “Good-by, sir!” says my lady, very seriously, and gave him her hand; “good-by.” “Till Barnaby Bright’,” said Barnabas. i At this she smiled, a little tremulously perhaps. “May heaven prosper you in your mission.” said she, and turned away. “Young sir,” said the Captain, “always remember my name is Chumley, John Chumley, plain and unvarnished, and, wlffether we refuse you or not, John Chumley will

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ever be ready to take you by the hand. Farewell, sir!” So tyrant and captive turned away and went down the by-road together, and his solitary arm was close about her. But Barnabas stood there under the finger-post until a bend in the road hid them; then he, too, sighed and turned away. Yet he had gone only a little distance when he heard a voice calling him, and swinging round, he saw Cleone standing under the finger-post. “I wanted to give you—this,” said she, as he came striding back, and held out a folded paper. ‘Tt. is his —my brother’s—letter. Take it with you, it will serve to show what a boy he is, and will tell you where to find him.” a tt S6 BARNABAS took the letter and thrust it into his pocket. But she yet stood before him, and now, once again, their glances avoided each other. “I also wanted to—ask you—about your cheek,” said she at last. “Yes?” said Barnabas. “You are quite sure it doesn’t—pain you, Mr. Bev—” “Must I remind you that my name—” “Are you quite sure —Barnabas?” “Quite sure—yes, oh yes!” he stammered. “Because it—glows very red!” she sighed, though indeed she still kept her gave averted, “so will you please —stoop your head a little?” Wondering Barnabas obeyed, and then—even as he did so, she leaned swiftly towards him, and for an instant her soft, warm mouth rested upon his cheek. Then, before he could stay her, she was off and away; and her flying feet had borne her out of sight. Then Barnabas sighed, and would have followed, but the ancient finger-post barred his way with its two arms pointing: “TO HAWKHURST. TO LONDON” So he stopped, glanced about him to fix the hallowed place in his memory, and obeying the directing finger, set off London-ward. On went Barnabas swift of foot and light of heart, walking through a world of romance, and with his eyes turned up to the luminous heaven. Yet it was neither of the moon, nor the stars, nor the wonder thereof that he was thinking, but only of the witchery of a woman’s eyes, • and the thrill of a woman's lips upon his cheek; and, indeed, what more natural, more right, and altogether proper? Little recked he of the future, of the perils and dangers to be encountered, of the sorrows and tribulations that lay in wait for him, or of the enemies that he had made that day, for youth is little given to brooding, and is loftily indifferent to consequences. So it was of Lady Cleone Meredith he thought as he strode along the moonlit highway, and it was of her that he was thinking as he turned into that narrow by-lane where stood “The Spotted Cow.” As he advanced, he espied someone standing in the shadow of one of the great trees, who, as he cair* nearer, stepped out into the moonlight; and then Barnabas saw that it was none other than his newly engaged valet. The same, yet not the same, for the shabby clothes had given place to a sober, wellfitting habit, and as he took off his hat in salutation, Barnabas noticed that his hollow cheeks were clean and freshly shaved; he was, indeed, anew man. INSTALLMENT THIRTY-SEVEN BUT now, as they faced each other, Barnabas observed something else; John Peterby’s lips were compressed, and in his eye was anxienty, the which had, somehow, got into his voice when he spoke, though his tone was low and modulated: (To Be Continued)

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By day La gathered and brewed herbs, and at When, upon her knees at his feet, she prayed, night she sat at the feet of her patient intoning or when she chanted strange songs in an unknown weird prayers, the origin of which reached back tongue, accompanying them with mysterious gesthrough the countless ages to vanished temples, tures that were a part of the ritual, Colt was sure She WTOught with every artifice at her command that the fever was worse and that he had become to drive away the sickness. delirious again.

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