Indianapolis Times, Volume 46, Number 34, Indianapolis, Marion County, 20 June 1934 — Page 17

TUNE 20', 1934

The Amateur Gentleman

BEGIN HERE TODAX Recelviinz an inheritance oi 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 auarrel 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 the Cap’n, the Bosun and young Horatio Bellasis. a gentleman, and friend or 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, 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 of lists 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, NOW GO ON WITH THE STORX INSTALLMENT FORTY (Continued) “Good!” said the fussy gentleman louder than before, “good! Glad of it!” “An yet,” sighed Mottle-face, ‘ e ’ad a werry good ’eart —as ’ighvaymen’s ’earts go; never shot nobody unless ’e couldn’t help it, an’ ven ’e did, ’e alius made a werry neat job of it, an’ polished ’em off nice an’ qvick.” “Hum!” said the fussy gentleman, “still, I’m glad he’s hanged.” • “Black Dan used to vork the roads south o’ London, Kent an’ Surrey mostly, conseqvent it vere a long time afore ’im an’ my feyther met; but at last vun night, as my feyther vos driving along—a good fifteen mile an hour, for it vere a uncmonmon fine night, vith a moon, like as it might be now ” “Ah?” said the fussy gentleman. “An’ presently ’e came to vere the road narrered a bit, same as it might be yonder ” “Ah!” murmured the fussy gentleman again. “An’ vith a clump o’ trees beyond, nice, dark, shady trees —like it might be them werry trees ahead of US “Oh!” exclaimed the fussy gentleman. “An’ as ’e come up nearer an’ nearer, all at vunce ’e made out a shadder in the shade o’ them trees ” “Dear me!” exclaimed the fussy gentleman uneasily, staring very hard at the trees in front. “A shadder as moved, although the leaves vos all dead still. So my feyther—being a bold cove —reached down for ’is blunderbush—this werry same old blunderbush as I’ve got under the box at this i-dentical minutes (though its trigger veren’t broke then), but afore ’e can get it out, into the road leaps a man on a great black ’oss—like it might be dead ahead of us, a masked man, an’ vith a pistol in each fist as long as yer arm.” “Good Lord!" exclaimed the fussy gentleman. tt n u “ QTAND an’ deliver!’ roars the •3 masked man, so my feyther, cocking ’is heye at the pistols, pulls up, an’ there ’e is, starin' down at the ‘nighvayman, an’ the ’ighvayman staring up at ’im. ‘You're Andsome ’Arry, ain’t you?’ sez the 'ighayman. ‘Ay, sez my fether, ‘an’ I guess you’re Black Dan.’ “ ‘Sure as you’re born ’ sez Black Dan, ‘l’ve ’eered o’ you before today, ’Andsome ’Arry,’ sez'e, ‘an’ meant to make your acquaintance afore this, but I’ve been kep’ too busy till tonight,’ sez’e, ‘but ’ere ve are at last,’ ’e sez, ‘an now—vot d’ ye think o‘ that?’ sez’e, an’ pi’nts a pistol under my feyther’s werry nose. “Now, as I think I’ve ’inted afore, my feyther vere a nat’rally bold, courage-ful cove, so ’e took a look at the murderous vepping, an’ nodded.

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‘lt’s a pistol, ain’t it?’ sez ’e. ‘Sure as you’re settin’ on that there box, it is,’ sez Black Dan, ‘an’ ’ere’s another.’ ‘An’ werry good veppings too,’ sez my feyther, ‘but vot might you be vanting vith me, Black Dan?’ ‘First of all, I vants you to come down off that box,’ sez Black Dan. ‘Oh?’ sez my feyther, cool as a coocumber. “‘Ah!’ sez Black Dan. ‘Verefore an’ v’y?’ enkvires my feyther, but Black Dan only vagged ’is veppings in my feyther’s face, an’ grinned under ’is mask. ‘I vants you, so, ’Andsome Arry—come down!’ sez’e. Now I’ve told you as my feyther vos the boldest-*—” # “Yes, yes,” cried the fussy gentleman. “Well?” “Veil, sir, my feyther stared at them murderous pistols, stared at Black Dan, an’ being the werry gamest an’ bravest cove you ever see, didn’t ’esitate a second.” “Well.” cried the fussy gentleman, “what did he do then?” “Do, sir—v'y tell you—my feyther —come down.” “Yes, yes,” said the fussy gentleman, as Mottle-face paused. “Go on, go on!” “Go on, v’eer, sir?” “Go on with your story. What was the end of it?” “V’y, that’s the end of it.” “But it isn’t; you haven’t told us what happened after he got down. What became of him after?” “Took the ’Ring o’ Bells,’ out Isligton vay, an’ drank hisself to death all quite nat’ral and reg’lar.” “But that’s not the end of your story.” “It vere the end o’ my feyther though—an’ a werry good end it vere, too.” Now here there ensued a silence, during which the fussy gentleman stared fixedly at Mottle-face, who chirruped to the horses solicitously, and turned a serene but owl-like eye up to the waning moon. “And pray,” said the fussy gentleman at length, very red in the face, and more indignant than ever, “pray what’s all this to do with my valise, I should like to know?” “So should I,” nodded Mottle-face —“ah, that I should.” “You—you told me,” spluttered the fussy gentleman in sudden wrath, “that you were coming to my valise.” “An’ so ve have,” nodded Mottleface, triumphantly. “Ve’re at it now; ve’ve been a-coming to that theer blessed walise ever since you come aboard.” “Well, and what's to be done about it?” snapped the fussy gentleman. a u YELL,” said Mottle-face with another ponderous wink at Barnabas, “if it trouble you much more, sir if I vos you I should get a werry strong rope, and a werry large stone, and tie ’em together, an’ drop that theer blessed walise into the river, and get rid of it that way.” Thereupon the fussy gentleman uttered an inarticulate exclamation, and, throwing himself back in his seat, tugged his hat over his eyes, and was heard no more. But Mottle-face, touching up the near leader with deft and delicate play of the wrist, or flicking the off wheeler, ever and anon gave vent to sounds which, though somewhat muffled, on account of coatcollar and shawl, were uncommonly like a chuckle. (To Be Continued) OPTOMETRISTS TO MEET Research Work to Be Discussed at Session Here. Latest research work in optometry will be discussed at a meeting of Zone 7, Indiana Optometrists’ Association, in the Hoosier Athletic Club at 6:30 Thursday night. Speakers will include Dr. Emil C. Kernel, Dr. G. R. Ledig, Dr. Frank T. Lee, all of Indianapolis, and Dr. R. A. Major, Shelbyville.

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TAKZAN THE INVINCIBLE

Instantly a hundred warriors sprang to arms, then quickly relaxed and ran toward the bronzed giant standing silently among them. Those nearest touched his hands and his feet in reverence, for to the Waziri Tarzan, who was their king, was something more, a God.

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Little Nkima scrambled quickly over the bodies of the kneeling blacks and leaped to Tarzan’s shoulder, where he clung about his neck. “You have done well, Muviro,’* said Tarzan to the Waziri leader who had fought for him in many grim campaigns. “And also little Nkima.”

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