Indianapolis Times, Volume 46, Number 31, Indianapolis, Marion County, 16 June 1934 — Page 13

JUNE 16, 1931

The Amateur Gentleman : £E==By Jeffrey Farnol

BEGIN HEKE TODAS Recelvling an inheritance ol 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 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 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 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 frieud3. 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 blufis 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) “Not in a corner—l told you so. Chit. Oh, take your cane and whip him out!” “I mean,” said Barnabas, very conscious of the betraying quaver in his voice, “I mean that, as I'm—unused to—shooting, the corner Would be—too far.” “Too far? Oh. Gad!” exclaimed Mr. Dalton. “What's this?” “As for pistols, I have one here,” continued Barnabas, “and if we must shoot, we’ll do it here—across the table.” “Eh—what? Across the table! • but. oh, Gad. Chichester this is madness!” said Mr. Dalton. “Most duels are,” said Barnabas, and as he spoke he drew from his pocket the pistol he had taken from Mr. Chichester earlier in the evening and, weapon in hand, sank into a chair, thus facing Mr. Chichester across the table. “But this is murder—positive murder!” cried Mr. Dalton. "Sir,” said Barnabas, “I am no duellist, as I told you; and it seems to me that this equalizes our chances, for I can no more fail of hitting my man at this distance than he of shooting me dead across the width of the room And, sir—if I am to—die tonight, I shall most earnestly endeavor to take Mr. Chichester with me.” There was a tremor in his voice again as he spoke, but his eye was calm, his brow serene, and his hand steady as he cocked the pistol, .and leaning his elbow upon the table, leveled it within six inches of Mr. Chichester’s shirt frill. But hereupon Mr. Dalton sprang to his feet With a stifled oath: “I tell you it’s murder —murder!” he exclaimed, and took a quick step toward them. n h n INSTALLMENT THIRTY-EIGHT '‘"pETERBY!” said Barnabas. X “Sir?” said Peterby, who had been standing rigid beside the door. “Take my stick,” said Barnabas, holding it out towards him, but keeping his gaze upon Mr. Chichester’s narrowed eyes; “it’s heavy you’ll find, and should this person presume to interfere, knock him down with it.’ “Yes. sir,” said Peterby, and took the stick accordingly. “But—oh, Gad!” exclaimed Dalton, “I tell you this can’t go on!” “Indeed, I hope not,” said Barnabas; “but it is for Mr. Chichester to decide. I am ready for the count when he is.” But Mr. Chichester sat utterly still, his chin on his breast, staring at Barnabas under his brows, one hand tight clenched about the stock of his weapon on the table before him, the other hanging limpy at his side. So for an interval they remained thus, staring into each other’s eyes, in a stillness so profound that it seemed all four men had ceased breathing.

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The Mr. Chichester sighed faintly, dropped his eyes to the muzzle of the weapon so periously near, glanced back at the pale, set face and unwinking eyes of him who held it, and sighed again. “Dalton,” said he, “pray open the door, and order the chaise,” and he laid the key upon the table. “First,” said Barnabas, “I will relieve you of that—encumbrance,” and he pointed to the pistol yet gripped in Mr. Chichester’s right hand. Without a word, Mr. Chichester rose, and leaving the weapon upon the table, turned and walked to the window, while Mr. Dalton, having unlocked the door, hurried away to the stable-yard, and was now heard calling for the hostlers. “Peterby,” said Barnabas, “take this thing and throw it into the horse-pond; yet, no, give it to the gentleman who just went out.” “Yes, sir,” said Peterby, and, taking up the pistol, he went out, closing the door behind him. Mr. Chichester still lounged in the window, and hummed softly to himself; but as for Barnabas, he sat rigid in his chair, staring blankly at the opposite wall, his eyes wide, his lips tense, and with a gleam of moisture amid the curls at his temples. So the one lounged and hummed, and the other glared stonily before him until came the grind of wheels and the stamping of hoofs. Then Mr. Chichester took up his hat and cane, and, humming still, crossed to the door, and lounged out into the yard. n * n CAME a jingle of harness, a sound of voices, the slam of a door, and the chaise rolled away down the lane, farther and farther, until the rumble of its wheels died away in the distance. Then Barnabas laughed—a sudden shrill laugh—and clenched his fists, and strove against the laughter, and choked, and so sank forward with his face upon his arms as one that is very weary. Now, presently, as he sat thus, it seemed to him that one spoke a long way off, whereupon, in a little, he raised his head, and beheld Clemency. “You—are not hurt?” she inquired anxiously. “Hurt?” said Barnabas, “no, not hurt, Mistress Clemency, not hurt, I thank you; but I think I have grown a —great deal—older.” “I saw it all, through the window, and yet I—don’t know why you are alive.” “I thing because I was so very much—afraid,” said Barnabas. “Sir,” said she, with her brown hands clasped together, “was it for —if it was for—my sake that you—quarrelled, and —” “No,” said Barnabas, “it was because of—another.” Now, when he said this, Clemency stared at him wide-eyed, and, all in a moment, flushed painfully and turned away, so that Barnabas wondered. “Good-by!” said she, suddenly, and crossed to the door, but upon the threshold paused; “I did pray for you,” shfe said, over her shoulder. “Ah!” said rising, “you prayed for me, and behold, I am alive.” “Good-by!” she repeated, her face still avreted. “Good-by!” said Barnabas, “and will you remember me in your prayer s—sometimes ? ” “My prayers! Why?” “Because the prayers of a sweet, pure woman may come between man and evil —like a shield.” “I will,” said she, very softly. “Oh, I will,” and so, with a swift glance, was gone. Being come out of the inn. Barnabas met with his valet, John Peterby. “Sir,” he inquired, “what now?” (To Be Continued)

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