Indianapolis Times, Volume 46, Number 35, Indianapolis, Marion County, 21 June 1934 — Page 25

JUNE 21,1934

The Amateur Gentleman ==By Jeffrey Farnol=^s

BEGIN HEBE TODA* Recelvilng 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 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 voung Horatio Bellasis, a gentleman, and friend ol 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, voung Barty knocks out the intruder. The trip to London is resumed with voung 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. NOW GO ON WITH THE STOKE INSTALLMENT FORTY (Continued) Yet if this were so or no, Barnabas did not trouble to ascertain, for he was already in that dreamy state ’twixt sleeping and waking, drowsily conscious of being borne on through the summer night, past lonely cottage and farmhouse, past fragrant ricks and barns, past wayside pools on whose still waters stars seemed to float—on and ever on whose still waters stars seemed to float—on and ever on, rumbling over bridges, clattering through sleeping hamlets and villages, up hill and down hill, on and ever on toward London and the wonders thereof. But, little by little, the chink and jingle of the harness, the rumble of the wheels, the rhythmic beat of the sixteen hoofs, all became merged into a drone that gradually softened to a drowsy murmur, and Barnabas fell into a doze; yet only to be awakened, as it seemed to him, a moment later by lights and voices, and to find that they were changing horses once more. Whereupon Mottle-face, leaning over, winked his owl-like eye, and spoke in a hqarse, penetrating whisper: )‘Ten mile, sir, an’ not a vord out o’.Walise so far!” saying which he jerked his head towards the huddled form of the fussy gentleman, winked again, and turned away to curse the hurrying ostlers, albeit in a tone good natured and jovial, INSTALLMENT FORTY-ONE AND so, betides, off they went again, down hill and up, by roiling meadow and winding stream, 'n£ath the leafy arches of motionless trees, through a night profoundly still save for the noise of their own going, the crow of a cock, or' the bark of a dog from some farmyard. The moon sank and was gone, but on went the London Mail swirling through eddying mist that lay in every hollow like ghostly pools. Gradually the stars paled to the dawn, for low down in the east was a gray streak that grew ever broader, that changed to a faint pink, deepening to rose, to crimson, to gold—an ever brightening glory, till at last up rose the sun, at whose advent the mists rolled away and vanished, and lo! day was born. Yawning, Barnabas opened drowsy eyes, and saw that here and there were houses in fair gardens, yet as they went the houses grew thicker and the gardens more scant. And now Barnabas became aware of a sound; soft with distance, that rose and fell—a never-ceasing murmur; therefore, blinking drowsily at Mottle-face, he inquired what this might be. ‘‘That, sir, that’s London, sir-cobble-stones, sir, cart-wheels, sir, and —Lord love you!”—here Mottle-

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face leaned over and once more winked his owl-like eye—“but ’e ain’t mentioned the word ‘walise’ all night, sir—so ’elp me!” Having said which, Mottle-face vented a throaty chuckle, and proceeded to touch up his horses. And now as one in a dream, Barnabas is aware that they are threading streets, broad streets and narrow, and all alive with great wagons and country wains; on they go, past gloomy taverns, past churches whose gilded weathercocks glitter in the early sunbeams, past crooked side-streets and dark alley-ways, and so, swinging suddenly to the right, have pulled up at last in the yard of the “George.” It is a great inn with two galleries one above another and many windows, and here, despite the early hour, a motley crowd is gathered. Forthwith Barnabas climbs down, and edging his way through the throng, presently finds Peterby at his elbow. “Breakfast, sir?” “Bed, Peterby.” “Very good—this way, sir.” Thereafter, though he scarcely knows how, he finds himself following a trim-footed damsel, who, having shown him up a winding stair, worn by the tread of countless travelers, brings him to a smallish dullish chamber, opening upon the lower gallery. Hereupon Barnabas bids her “good night,” but, blinking in the sunlight, gravely changes it to “good morning.” The trim-footed maid smiles, curtsies and vanishes, closing the door behind her. Now upon the wall of the chamber, facing the bed, hangs the picture of a gentleman in a military habit with an uncomfortable high stock. He is an eagle-nosed gentleman with black whiskers, and a pair of remarkably round wide awake eyes, which stare at Barnabas as much as to say: “And who the devil are you, sir?” Below him his name and titles are set forth fully and with many flourishes, thus — LIEUTENANT - GOVERNOR THE RIGHT HONORABLE THE EARL OF POMPROY, K. G., K. T. S., &c„ &C., &c. So remarkably wide awake is he, indeed, that it seems to drowsy Barnabas as if these round eyes wait to catch him unawares and follow him pertinaciously about the smallish, dullish chamber. Nevertheless Barnabas yawns, and proceeds to undress, which done, remembering he is In London, he takes purse and valuables and very carefully sets them under his pillow, places Mr. Chichester’s pistol on the small table conveniently near, and gets into bed. tt tx tt YET, now, sleepy though he is, he must needs turn to take another look at the Honorable the Earl of Pomfroy, wonders idly what the three “&c.’s” may mean, admires the glossy curl of his whiskers, counts the medals and orders on his bulging breast, glances last of all at his eyes, and immediately becomes aware that they are curiously like those of the “White Lion” at Tenterden, in that they are plying him with questions. “Tall or short? dark or fair? Will she kiss you—next time, sir? Will she even be glad to see you again, you presumptuous young dog—will she —will she, confound you?” “Ah!” sighed Barnabas. “Next time—l wonder!” So saying, he sighed again, once, twice, and with the third fell fast asleep, and dreamed that a certain White Lion, clad in a lieutenantgeneral’s uniform, and with a pair of handsome black whiskers, stood balancing himself upon a single claw on the rail of the bed. “And now, Peterby,” said Barnabas, pushing his chair from the breakfast table, “the first thing I shall require is—a tailor.” (To Be Continued)

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FPSCKLHS AND HIS FRIENDS

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ALLEY OOP

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BOOTS AND HER BUDDIES

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TAJUZAN THE INVINCIBLE

As Zveri’s column took up the march the following morning the spirits of all had risen to an appreciable degree. The blacks had not forgotten the grim warning that had sped out of the night, but they were a race whose spirits soon rebounded from depression.

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The leaders were anxious to reach their goal to complete the plan. Zveri believed that his dream of empire hinged upon it. Ivich was happy in the thought that the success of the expedition would cause tremendous turmoil, and through it he might become a wealthy hero.

—By Akern

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Romero and Mori wanted to have it over for entirely different reasons. They had lost all confidence in the sincerity of Zveri. The two men continued on the expedition because they felt they could not successfully leave until the party returned to the base camp.

—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

The march had continued for an hour when a) black scout, leading the column, halted suddenly. “Look!” he said to Kitembo, who was just behind him. The chief stepped to the warrior’s side, and there before him in the trail, sticking in the earth, was an arrow!

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