Indianapolis Times, Volume 46, Number 30, Indianapolis, Marion County, 15 June 1934 — Page 33

TONE 15, 1934.

The Amateur Gentleman . ===By Jeffrey Farnol—

BEGIN HERE TODAX Reclvling an inheritance ol seven hundred thousand pounds. Barnabas Barty. son of John Barty. the former champion prize fishter 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 auarrel over the son s 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 changes his surname to Beverley and on his way to London meets among others the Cap’n, the Bosun and young Horatio Beflasis, a gentleman, and friend or . Sir Mortimer Carnaby. Finding Sir Mortimer, whom ne 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 Intruder. _ . The trip to London is resumed with young Bellasis 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. Bellasis quits the trip to press his courtship. Barnabas, however, decides to continue on to London. He engages Peterby, former poacher 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 THIRY-SEVEN (Continued) “Sir, ii you are for London tonight, we had better start at once, the coach leaves Tenterden within the hour.” “But,” says Barnabas, setting his head aslant, and rubbing his chin with the argumentative air that was so very like his father, “‘I have ordered supper here, Peterby.” “Which—under the circumstances .—i have ventured to countermand, sir.” Oh?” said Barnabas, “pray what circumstances?” “Sir, as I told you, the mail—” “John Peterby, speak out —what is troubling you?” But now, even while Peterby stood hesitating, from the open casement of the inn, near at hand, came the sound of a laugh; a soft, gentle, sibilant laugh which Barnabas immediately recognized. “Ah!” said he, clenching his fist. “I think I understand.” As he turned toward the inn, Peterby interposed. “Sir,” he whispered, “sir, if ever a man meant mischief—he does. He came back an hour ago, and they have been waiting for you ever since.” “They?" “He and the other.” “What other?” “Sir, I don’t know.” “Is he a very—young man, this other?” “Yes, sir, he seems so. And they have been drinking together and—l've heard enough to know that they mean you harm.” But here Master Barnabas smiled with all the arrogance of youth and shook his head. “John Peterby” said he “learn that the first thing I desire in my valet is obedience. Pray stand out of my way!” So perforce Peterby stood aside yet Barnabas had scarce taken a dozen strides ere Clemency stood before him. “Go back,” she whispered, “go back!” “Impossible,” said Barnabas, “I have a mission to fulfill. “Go back!” she repeated in the same tense whisper, “you must —oh, you must! I’ve heard he has killed a man before now—” “And yet I must see and speak ;with his companion.” “No, no—ah! I pray you—” “Nay,” said Barnabas, “if you will, and if need be, pray for me.” So saying he put her gently aside, and entering the inn, came to the door of that room wherein he had wrritten the letter to his father. “I tell y-u I’ll kill him, Dalton,” said a soft, deliberate voice. “Undoubtedly; the light's excellent; but, my dear fellow, why—?” “I object to him strongly for one thing, and —” The voice was hushed suddenly, as Barnabas set wide the door and stepped into the room, with Peterby at his heels.

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MR. CHICHESTER was seated at the table with a glass beside him, but Barnabas looked past him to his companion who sprawled on the other side of the hearth—a sleepy, sighing gentleman, very high as to collar, very tight as to waist, and most ornate as to waistcoat; young he was certainly, yet with his first glance, Barnabas knew instinctively that this could not be the youth he sought. Nevertheless he took off his hat and saluted him with a bow that for stateliness left the “stiff-legged gentleman” nowhere. ~ r,’ said he, “pray what might your name be?” Instead of replying, the sleepy gentleman opened his eyes rather wider than was usual and stared at Barnabas with a growing surprise, stared at him fropi head to foot and up again, then, without changing his lounging attitude, spoke: “Oh, gad, Chichester! —is this the man?” “Yes.” “But—my dear Chit! Surely you don’t propose to—this fellow Who is he? What is he? Look at his boots—oh, gad!” Hereupon Barnabas resumed his hat, and advancing leaned his clenched fists on the table, and from that eminence smiled down at the speaker, that is to say his lips curled and his teeth gleamed in the candle light. “Sir,” said he gently, “you will perhaps have the extreme condescension to note that my boots are strong boots, and very serviceable either for walking, or for kicking an insolent puppy.” “If I had a whip, now,” sighed the gentleman, “if I only had a whip, I’d whip you out of the room. Chichester,—pray look at that coat, oh, gad!” But Mr. Chichester had risen, and now crossing to the door, he locked it, and dropped the key into his pocket. “As you say, the light is excellent, my dear Dalton,” said he, fixing Barnabas with his unwavering stare. “But my dear Chit, you never mean to fight the fellow—a—a being who wears such a coat! such boots! My dear fellow, be reasonable! Observe that hat! Good Gad! Take your cane and whip him out—positively you can not fight this bumpkin.” “None the less I mean to shoot him—like a cur. Dalton.” And Mr. Chichester drew a pistol from his pocket, and fell to examining flint and priming with a practised eye. “I should have prefered my regular tools; but I dare say this will do the business well enough; pray, snuff the candles.” Now. as Barnabas listened to the soft, deliberate words, as he noted Mr. Chichester’s assured air. his firm hand, his glowing eye and quivering nostrils, a sudden deadly nausea came over him, and he leaned heavily upon the table. “Sirs,” said he, uncertainly, and speaking with an effort, “I have never used a pistol in my life.” “One could tell as much from his boots.Y murmured Mr. Dalton, snuffing the candles. “You have another pistol, I think, Dalton; pray lend it to him. We will take opposite corners of the room, and fire when you give the word.” “All quite useless, Chit; this fellow won’t fight.” “No,” said Barnabas, thrusting his trembling hands into his pocket, “not —in a corner.” a 11 u TtyCR. CHICHESTER shrugged his shoulders, sat down, and leaning back in his chair stared up at pale-faced Barnabas, tapping the table-edge softly with the barrel of his weapon, (To Be Continued)

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TAKZAJM the invincible

Behind him, Tarzan had left a handful of terrified blacks in the camp of the conspirators; but a week after the killing of Dorsky and Tarzan's escape they had happily forgotten their terror. They were lolling in the shade one day when a sight burst suddenly upon them.

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In the clearing at the edge of the camp appeared a great elephant; and upon his head sat Tarzan of the Apes, and upon the man’s arm perched a little monkey. With exclamations of terror the blacks leaped to their feet and dashed into the jungle.

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Tarzan leaped lightly to the ground and entered Dorsky’s tent. He had returned for a definit purpose; and his effort was crowned with success, for in the tent of the Russian he found his rope and his knife which had been taken away from him at the time of his capture.

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Having found a bow, arrows and a spear in th® shelter of the blacks, he departed as silently as he had come. The time had arrived when Tarzan must set out rapidly upon the trail of his enemies, leaving Tantor to the peaceful paths that he loved best.

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