Indianapolis Times, Volume 46, Number 36, Indianapolis, Marion County, 22 June 1934 — Page 30

JUNE 22, 1934

The Amateur Gentleman By Jeffrey Farnols=

BEGIN HERE TODAY Recelvllng 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 ol Sir Mortimer Carnaby. Finding Sir Mortimer, whom ne old 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 oi nsts 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 STORY INSTALLMENT FORTY-ONE (Continued) “Very 4,rue, sir.” “These clothes were good enough for the country, Peterby, but —” “Exactly, sir!” answered Peterby, bowing. “Hum!” said Barnabas, with a quick glance. “Though mark you,” he continued argumentatively—“they might be worse, Peterby; the fit is good, and the cloth is excellent. Yes, they might be a great deal worse.” “It is—possible, sir,” answered Peterby, with another bow. Hereupon, having glanced at his solemn face, Barnabas rose, and surveyed himself, as well as he might, in the tarnished mirror on the wall. “Are they so bad as all that?” he inquired. tt tt tt PETERBY’S mouth relaxed, and a twinkle dawned in his eye. “As garments they are—serviceable, sir,” said he, gravely, “but as clothes they—don’t exist.” “Why then,” said Barnabas, “the sooner we get some that do—the better. Do you know of a good tailor?” “I know them all, sir.” “Who is the best—the most expensive?” “Stultz, sir, in Clifford street; but I shouldn’t advise you to have him.” “And why not?” “Because he is a tailor.” “Oh?” said Barnabas. “I mean that the clothes he makes are all stamped with liis individuality, as it were—their very excellence damns them. They are the clothes of a tailor instead of being simply a gentleman’s garments.” “Hum!” said Barnabas, beginning to frown at this, “it would seem that dress can be a very profound subject, Peterby.” “Sir,” answered Peterby, shaking his head, “it is a life study, and, so far as I know, there are only two people in the world who understand it aright; Beau Brummel was one, and because he w T as the beau, had London and the world of fashion at his feet.” “And who was the other?” Peterby took himself by the chin and, though his mouth was solemn the twinkle was back in his eye as he glanced at Barnabas. “The other, sir,” he answered, “was one who, until yesterday, was reduced to the necessity of living upon poached rabbits.” Here Barnabs stared thoughtfully up at the ceiling. “I remember you told me you were the best valet in the world,” said he. “it is my earnest desire to prove it, sir.” “And yet,” said Barnabas, with his gaze still turned ceiling-wards, “I would have you—even more than this, Peterby.”

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“More, sir?” “I would have you, sometimes, forget that you are only ‘the best valet in the world,’ and remember that you are—a man; one in whom I can confide; one who has lived in this great world, and felt, and suffered, and who can therefore advise me; one I may trust to in an emergency; for London is a very big place, they tell me, and my friends are few—or none—and—do you understand me, Peterby?” “Sir,” said Peterby in an altered ton, “I think I do.” “Then—sit down, John, and let us talk.” With a murmur of thanks, Peterby drew up a chair and sat watching Barnabas with his shrewd eyes. INSTALLMENT FORTY-TWO “A/OU will remember,” began X Barnabas, staring up at the ceiling again, “that when I engaged you I told you that I intended to—hum! to—cut a figure in the fashionable world?” “Yes, sir; and I told you that—after what happened in a certain wood, —it was practically impossible.” “You mean because I thrashed a scoundrel?” “I mean because you knocked down a friend of the Prince Regent.” “And is Carnaby so very powerful, Peterby?” “Sir, he is—the prince’s friend! He is also as groat a Buck as George Hanger, as Jehu, or Jockey of Norfolk, and as famous, almost, as the late Sir Maurice Vibart.” “Ah!” said Barnabas. “And since the retirement of Mr. Brummell, he and the marquis of Jerningham have to some extent taken his place and become the arbiters of fashion.” “Oh!” said Barnabas. “And furthermore, sir, I would warn you that he is a dangerous enemy, said to be one of the best pistol-shots in England.” “Hum,” said Barnabas, “nevertheless, I mean to begin—” “To begin, sir?” “At once, Peterby.” “But—how, sir?” “That is for you to decide, Peterby.” “Me, sir?” “You, Peterby.” Here Peterby took himself by the chin again, and looked at Barnabas with’ thoughtful eyes and gloomy brow. “Sir,” said he, “the World of Fashion is a trivial world where all must appear trivial; it is a place where all must act a part, and where those are most regarded who are most affected; it is a world of shams and guarded.” “So I have heard,” nodded Barnabas. “To gain admission you must, first of all, have money.” “Yes,” said Barnabas. “Birth—if possible.” “Hum,” said Barnabas. “Wit and looks may be helpful, but all these are utterly useless unless you have what I may call the magic key.” “And what is that?” “Notoriety, sir.” “For what?” tt tt “TT'OR anything that will serve to X lift you out of the ruck—to set you above the throng—you must be one apart—an original.” “Originality is divine!” said Barnabas. (To Be Continued) INSTALL TORONTO CABLE New Direct Connection to London Announced in Canada. By United Press TORONTO, Ont., June 22.—A direct cable service between Toronto and London, England, the first connecting the two cities, has just been inaugurated by the Canadian National Telegraphs.

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TARZAN THE INVINCIBLE

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Kitembo handed Zveri the arrow. “It is the same,” he said to the Russian. “It is a warning to turn back.” “An arrow sticking in the dirt can not stop a column of armed men,” said Zveri. “You are a coward, Kitembo.” Your plans will fail,” said Kitembo.

—By Ahern

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Shortly after noon the expedition halted for noonday rest. They had been passing through a gloomy wood, and there was neither song nor laughter as the men squatted together while they devoured the cold food that constituted their midday meal.

—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

Suddenly, from somewhere far above, a voica floated down to them. Weird and uncanny, it spoke to them in a Bantu dialect that most of them could understand. “Turn back, children of Mulugu,” it cried. “Desert the white men before it is too late. Turn back!”

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