Indianapolis Times, Volume 46, Number 37, Indianapolis, Marion County, 23 June 1934 — Page 13

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The Amateur Gentleman -

UGIM HIRE TOD A 1 Reeefrunc an üboiuiit* of r tco’~in-1 pound* B*rn*e* R*rty. *on of Ji-na Bartr, th forwor c afr.p'oa cr.r* fl*nt*r of Ens.ano. aerne tn become a sentlenr.an rather than follow toe Ithtlu same. He best* h! father tn a duel of flats a* Un cl.niai of a ouarrel over 'he eon e of a eareer Natte Bell, another former champion, haa aided the father in trainee roans Bartr to as* n!§ flat*. After the fleht. Barnabea ehanse* hla surname to Beverier and on hi* war to London rr.eei* amons other* ne rap'n. ir.o B.n and roan* Horatio ft> uatl*. a *n;<et*an and friend cl S.r Mortimer CarnaSr . rindins R:r Mortimer etwt ne did not snow at the time ieerins o*r the frm of Lartr Cleone Meredith *PP*rent!r uncnnacioui a a result of a fall from a horse, roans Bartr knocta out the !r.- ruder The trip to London la resumed wltn fount Belfarls as a companion. Bererler te r his companion m a oatue o. fist* a! er me lie had oeen parsed over the abiiitr of the pr.re fighter'* son The combatants remain friend*. Both lore Ladr Cleone. Beilasla quit* the tr-p to preva hi* cour*hip. Barnabaa. hosrever. deride* to continue on to lo** don. He engage* Peterbr. former poacher aa valet. Rnrountenns Chlcher'er. * e is annoying Clemencv, an Inn maid Barnaba* hi .Its him to escape a pls'ol duel Meeting Lady Cleone Barnabas d*'iais his lord for her and premises tha- on his arrival In HO dor hs will e< to aid her brother, who la under the influence of Chichester. .VOW CO ON WITH THE STORE INSTALLMENT FORTY-TWO > Continued > "Mon* or less, sir.’’ added Peterbv ••for it is very easily achieved. Ivrd Aivanly managed it with apricot tarts; Lord Petersham with .snuff-boxes; Mr Markinnon by his agility in climbinß round drawingrooms on the furniture; Jockey of Norfolk bv consuming a vast number of beef-steaks, one after the other; Sir Georce Cavsilia. who was neither rich nor handsome nor witty, by being insolent; Sir John I ade bv r!rc> ;ng like a stagecoachman, and driving like the devil; Sir George Skeffington by inventing a new color and writing bad plays; and I could name you many others beside ” “Why then. Peterby—what of Sir. Mortimer Carnaby?” “He managed it by going into the ring with Jack Fearby. the ‘Young Ruffian.’ and beating him in twentyodd rounds for one thine and winning a cross-country race " “Ha “ exclaimed Barnabas, “a race!” and so he fell to staring up at the ceiling again. • But I fear, sir.” continued Peterby, “that in making him your enemy, you have damned your chances at the very outset, as I told you.” “A race!” said Barnabas again, vastly thoughtful. "And therefore,” added Peterby, leaning nearer in his earnestness, ‘•since you honor me by asking my advice, I would strive with all my power to dissuade you.” “John Peterby—why?” “Because, in the first place, I know it to be impossible.” “I begin to think not. John.” “Why, then, because —its dangerous!” “Danger is everywhere, more or less. John.” And because, sir, because you—you—” Peterby rose, and stood with bent head and hands outstretched, “because you gave a miserable wretch another chance to live; and therefore I—l would not see you crushed and humiliated. Ah, sir! 1 know this London. I know those who make up the fashionable world. Sir. it is a heartless world, cruel and shallow, where inexperience is made a mock of—generosity laughed to scorn; where he is mast respected who can shoot the straightest; where men seldom stoop to quarrel, but where death is frequent, none the less—and. sir. 1 could not bear —I—I wouldn't have you cut off thus 1” a a a PETERBY stopped suddenly, and his head sank lower; but as he stood Barnabas rose, and coming to him, took his hand into his own firm clasp. “Thank you. John Peterby," said he. “You may be the best valet in the world—l hope you are—but I know that you are a man. and, as a man, I tell you that I have decided upon going on with the adventure.” “Then I can not hope to dissuade vou. sir?”

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“No. John!” “Indeed. I feared not.” “It was for this I came to London. and I begin—at once." “Very good, sir.” “Consequently, you have a busy day before you; you see I shall require, first of all, clothes, John; then—well, I suppose a house to live in—” “A—house, sir?” “In a fashionable quarter, and furnished, if possible.” “A lodging, St. James’ street way, is less expensive, sir, and more usual." “Good!” said Barnabas; “to buy a house will be more original, at least. Then there must be servants—horses —vehicles—but you will understand —” “Certainly, sir.” “Well, then, John—go and get I ’em.” “Sir?" exclaimed Peterby. “Go now, John,” said Barnabas, pulling out his purse, ‘this very moment.” “But,” stammered Peterby, “but, sir—you will—” “I shall stay here—l don't intend to stir out until you have me dressed as I should be —in clothes that exist,’ John!” “But you—don't mean to—to entrust —everything—to—me?” “Os course, John.” “But sir—” “I have every confidence in your judgment, you see. Here is money, you will want more, of course, but this will do to go on with.” But Peterby only stared from Barnabas to the money on the table, and back again. “Sir,” said he at last, “this is—a great deal of money.” “Well, John?” “And I would remind you that we are in London, sir. and that yesterday I —was a poacher—a man of no character—a—” “But today you are my valet, John. So take the money and buy me whatever I require, but a tailor first of all.” a a a INSTALLMENT FORTY-THREE THEN, as one in a dream, Peterby took up the money, counted it, buttoned it into his pocket, and crossed to the door; but there he paused end turned. “Sir,’’ said he slowly, “I’ll bring you a man who. though he is little known as yet, will be famous some day. for he is what I may term an artist in cloth. And sir,”—here Peterby's voice grew uncertain—“you shall find me worthy of your trust, so help me God!” Then he opened the door, went out, and clased it softly behind him. But as for Barnabas, he sat with his gaze fixed on the ceiling again, lost in reverie and vert’ silent. After a while he spoke his thoughts aloud. “A race!” said he. The coffee-room at the George is a longish. narrowish, dullish chamber, with a row of windows that look out upon the yard,—but upon this afternoon they looked at nothing in particular; and here Barnabas found a waiter, a lonely wight who struck him as being very like the room itself, in that he, also, was long, and narrow, and dull, and looked out upon the yard at nothing in particular; and, as he gazed he sighed, and tapped thoughtfully at his chin with a salt-spoon. As Barnabas entered, however, he laid down the spoon, flicked an imaginary crumb from the table-cloth with his napkin, and bowed. “Dinner, sir?” he inquired in a dullish voice, and with his head set engagingly to one side, while his sharp eyes surveyed Barnabas from boots to waistcoat, from waistcoat to neckcloth, and stayed there while he drew out his own shirtfrill with caressing fingers, and coughed disapprobation into his napkin. “Did you say dinner, sir?” he inquired again. (To Re Continued)

OUR BOARDING HOUSE

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TARZAN THE INVINCIBLE

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THE INDIANAPOLIS TIMES

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“We may have to use force,” said Zveri, turning to Romero and Mori. “You two go to the rear of the column and shoot every man who refuses to go on!” When the order to march was given, the men sullenly took their places in the column.

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OUT OUR WAY

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—By Williams

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