Indianapolis Times, Volume 46, Number 43, Indianapolis, Marion County, 30 June 1934 — Page 13

TUNE 30. 1031.

The Amateur Gentleman -

UOI3 Him lUDAI R*c*i: lr.a an WAeriune* oi *€en hundrKl thousand pound*. Brna&a Bart*, aoo of John Bart* 'ha form** ehaoiDlon Dfir* flahter of Fn nc Decide* to bacons* a gentleman Na/ty Ball another former champ.on. ha* aided Use father in training young Barty. After tba Oaht. Barnaoa* change* hi •’irr.ama to Bacerlev and on hla • to London meet# among other* the Cap'll, tba Bovin and oing Horatio Bua*lg, a gentleman. and friend or Sir Mortimer Carnaby Finding f*tr Mortimer laartng over the form of Lady Cleor.* M-redth. apparent. ly uneonaeio ;* a* a reau.t of a fall from a horse. Toung Bart* * nocks out the latnte. . Tba trip to London u resumed witn young Baiiaais a* a companion Both love Lady Cieor.e. tje.iagia quita the trip to pr** hi* cour'shlp. Barnaba*. however dee d** to continue on to London. He er.gas** Pe'erbv. former poacher as va:u Encounter.r.g Chichetter. a rogue, who ta annov.r.z Clemency, an Inn Maid Barnaba* bluff* him to escape a ptstoi duel Meeu.-.g Lady Cieor.e again Barnaba* deciar** hi* lev* for her and promises that on hi* arrival in London he will seat to aid bar brother, who la under the influence of Chichester Arrived in London. Barnaoa* aid* 'he brother and o*iy* a spirited horse from Siingshv and declares ha will compete la a race With Bit Mortimer NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY INSTALLMENT FORTY-SEVEN • Continued* ‘ Mv 'Roman.' as 1 say.” continued the viscount, "was rather more so than usual, actually wanted me to Rive up the race! After that of course I had to be firm with him. and we had a slight—ah. misunderstanding in consequence —fathers, as a rule, are so infernally parental and inconsiderate! Met Carnaby on the road raced him for a hundred; ding-dong all the wav, wheel and wheel to Bromley, though he nearly ditched me twice, confound him! “Coming down Mason's Hill I cave him my dust, up the rise he drew level again. 'Ease up for the town. Carnaby,’ says I. ‘Be damned if I do!’ says he. so at it we went, full tilt. Gad! to see the folk jump! Carnaby drove like a devil, had the lead to Southend, but, mark you. his whip was going! At Catford we were level again. At Lewisham I took the lead and kept it, and the last I saw of him he was cursing and lashing away at his cattle, like a brute. Carnaby's a devlish bad loser, I’ve noticed, and here I am. And oh' by the way—he’s got a devil of an eye. and a split lip. Says he fell out of his curricle, hut looks as though someone had—thrashed him.” "But my very dear fellow!” exclaimed the Corinthian, ‘thrash Carnaby? pooh!” “Never in the world!” added the Captain. •’Hum!” said the viscount, feeling a tender part of his own ribs thoughtfully, "ha! But, hallo. Jerningham! have you been at it too? Why are you buffed?” And he nodded to the Corinthian's bare arms. “Oh. dooce take me, I forgot!” exclaimed the Marquis, looking about; "queer cove, doocid touchy, looks as if he might fib though. Ah. there he is! talking to the roughlooking customer over yonder;” and he pointed to Barnabas, who stood with his coat thrown open, and the objectionable neckcloth in full evidence. The viscount looked, started. uttered a “view hallo,” and. striding forward, caught Barnabas by the hand. "Why, Bev, my dear fellow, this is lucky!” he exclaimed. Now Barnabas was quick to catch the glad ring in the viscount's voice, and to notice that the neckcloth was entirely lost upon him. therefore he smiled as he returned the viscount's heartv grip. “When did you get here? what are you doing? and what the deuce is the trouble betw'een you and Jemingham?” inquired the viscount all m a breath. But before Barnabas could answer, the great, black horse, tired of comparative inaction, began again to snort and rear, and jerk his proud head viciously, hereupon the two hostlers fell to swearing, and the viscount’s bays at the other end of the yard to capering, and the viscount’s small groom to anathematizing. all in a moment. “Slingsby!” cried his lordship.

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"look to that black demon of yours!” "He is no concern of mine. Devenham,” replied the captain airily, "sold him, bgad!” “And I bought him,” added Barnabas. “You did?” the viscount exclaimed, “in heaven's name what for?” "To ride —” “Eh? my dear fellow!” “I should like to try him for the race on the fifteenth if it could be managed, Dick.” “The race!” exclaimed the viscount, staring. “I’ve been wondering if you could —get me entered for it,” Barnabas went on, rather diffidently, “I’d give anything for the chance.” “What—with that brute! my dear fellow, are you mad?” "No. Dick.” "But he’s unmanageable. Bev; he’s full of vice—a killer—look at him now!” nan AND indeed at this moment, as If to bear out this character, up went the great, black head again, eyes rolling, teeth gleaming, and ears laid back. “I tell you. Bev. no one could ride that devil!” the Viscount repeated. "But.” said Barnabas. “I've bet your friend Captain Slingsby that I could.” "It would be madness!” exclaimed ;he Viscount. “Ha! look out! There —I told you'.so!” For in that moment the powerful animal reared suddenly—broke from she grip of one hostler, and swinging to the other side, stood free, and all w’as confusion. With a warning shout, the old groom sprang to his head, but Barnabas was beside him, had caught the hanging reins, and swung himself into the saddle. "I've got him. sir.” cried Martin, “find yer stirrups!” “Your stick," said Bamabas, “quick, man! Now—let go!” For a moment the horse stood rigid, then reared again, up and up —his teeth bared, his forefeet lashing; but dow'n came the heavy stick between the flattened ears, once—twice, and brought him to earth again. Anw now began a struggle between the man and the brute—each young, indomitable, for neither had as yet been mastered, and therefore each was alike disdainful of the other. The head of the horse was high and proud, his round hoofs spurned the earth beneath, fire w'as in his eye, rage in his heart —rage and scorn of this presumptions Two-legs who sought to pit his puny strength against his own quivering, fourlegged might. Therefore he mocked Two-legs, scorned and contemned him. ha! ha! “like his long-dead ancestor among the Psalmists’ trumpets” and gathered himself together—eager for the battle. nan F>UT the eyes of Bamabas were wide and bright, his lips were curved, his jaw salient—his knees gripped tight, and his grasp was strong and sure upon the reins. And now Four-legs, having voiced his defiance, tossed his crest on high, then plunged giddily forward, was checked amid a whirlwind of lashing hoofs, rose on his hind legs higher and higher, swinging giddily round and round, felt a stunning blow, staggered, and dropping on all fours, stove in the stable door with a fling of his hind hoofs. But the eyes of Bamabas were glowing, his lips still curved, and his grip upon the reins was more masterful. (To Be Continued)

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FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS

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BOOTS AND HER BUDDIES

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TARZAN THE INVINCIBLE

“Who will punish us if we desert?” demanded Kitembo. “The English? The French? The Italians ? You dare not go to them. Perhaps you will go to Haile Selassie in Abyssinia. He would have your heart cut out and your body thrown to the dogs!”

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“But we can't leave this white woman alone here in the Jungle without servants or porters or protection,” insisted Zveri, realizing that his first argument had made no impression upon the black chief, who now held their fate in his hands.

—By Ahern

OUT OUR WAY

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Now the blacks chief reached out quickly and grasped her by the wrist. “Come,” he said, and as he uttered the word something hummed above their heads, and Kitembo, chief of the Basemboe, clutched at an arrow r in his chest. “Do not look up!” cried a voice from above.

—By Williams

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