Indianapolis Times, Volume 46, Number 46, Indianapolis, Marion County, 4 July 1934 — Page 15

JULY 7, 193f.

The Amateur Gentleman =======By Jeffrey Farnol ~

BEGIN HEKB lUIIAI an lafaerttanc* ot ***n t ndrwS ?ho-i*r.<* twvr.4*. Barnaou jUrtv aon ■ Rartv tha format c 3Tf.ii rr i* * .tar it Ena.and dei :o vn * ser.t'actan Na*7 Bell. anc:.v " ha* *df 1 ih% r‘hfr ;n tra.n;..a voting B<r?r. Aft*r tfc* Scr • Barnaea* ehanaaa hi* .mam* to B *r>v and on hta *at to Lor.d-n m**'* arr.ona n’her* 'he i ■ iora* to j. i:s a er.’.rran and friend of fc.r’Mortimer Carnah?. fir.fi.r.* Mortirr-r l**rtn* ■ *r the f rm -f Ltd- Cites* M-red ’ anpar*:.-- ,*■ .■'.tor.-f : a* a of a fa., from a r•• ouna Bar vs <cr.oc* out tha Intruder. Tha tr’p to txrndon ta r**.m*a wl'.n foune Bella*u aa a companion. B-th lose Lada C.<* ne. B*..a-ts qu’ . - v Barr.aba* ) owater dcadr* to continue on to LcnHe *• aa va • Kr. in'crtn* Chichc - era rogue * r.o t= ar.no- .n8 Clemency. an * I • sain Bar:.*'.*’ der'ar** n:* love for her •■ ; ' ■ r - t ' - con r. e> k to atd her Brother, ano la under me .r.f.f'.'c of Chicher'er. Afr”cd r London Barr,aha* aid' the Brother at and .. pirsted horae from fi.-.ne-.v a: and dff .tr' - h<* *l.. compete in a race a;fh o. Mort.-uer. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORE INSTALLMENT FORTY-NINE (Continued) ‘My Lord, my name is Smiwle, Duby Smiwle. at your service, though perhaps • ou don't remember mv nain p . either? ’ The viscount took out his driving gloves and began to put them on. “No. I don't Mr! lie answered dryly. Mr. Smiwle felt for Ins whisker, found it, and smiled. • Quite so. my Lord. lam but one of the concourse- the multitude—the ah—the herd, though, mark me, my lord, a Smiwle, sir—a Smiwle, every inch of me while you are the owner of Moon raker, and Moonraker's the word just now, I hear. But. sir, I have a friend —” “Indeed, sir,” said the viscount, in a tone of faint surprise, and beckoning a passing ostler, ordered out his curricle. “As I say, ” repeated Mr. Smiwle, beginning to search for his whisker ogam, “I have a friend, mv lord— ’’ •Congratulate you.” murmured the viscount, pulling at his clove. “A friend who has frequently spoken of your lordship—” _ Very kind of him!” murmured the viscount. And though, my lord, though mv name is not familiar. I think you will remember his; the name of mv friend is”—here Mr. Smivvle. having at length discovered his whisker, gave it a fierce twirl, — 'Ronald Barrymaine.” a a a THE vi: count’s smooth brow remained unclouded, only the glove tore in his fingers: so he smiled, shook hi> head, and drawing it off. tossed it away. • Hum?” sad he, “I seem to have heard some such name—somewhere or other —ah! there’s my Imp at last, as tight and smart as they make 'em. eh. Bev? Well, good-bv, my dear fellow. I shan't forget Friday next.” So saying, the viscount shook hands, climbed into his curricle, and, with a flourish of his whip, was off and away in a moment. “A fine young fellow, that!” excl umed Mr. Smiwle; “yes. sir. regular out-and-outer, a Bang up! by heaven, a Blood, sir! a Tippy! a Go! a regular Dash! High, sir, high, damned high, like my friend Barrymaine—indeed, you may have remarked a similarity between ’em. sir?” You forget. I have never met your friend.” said Barnabas. “Ah, to be sure, a great pity! You'd like him. for Barrymaine is cursed fine fellow in spite of the Jews, dammem! yes—you ought to know my friend, sir.” “I should be glad to,” said Barnabas. "Would you though, would you indeed. sir? Nothing simpler; call a chaise! Stay though, poor Barry's not himself todav. under a cloud, sir. Youthful prodigalities are apt to bring worries in their train—chiefly in the shape of Jews. sir. and devilish bad shapes too! Better

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This Curious World Ferguson

r- T LARGE. PROGS COME FROM J)HA£L EGGS, AND SMALL FROGS COME FROM EGSS (J)hen the A£A*S of a SS%£/7S// ARE TORN OFF, EACH ARM GROWS INTO A COMPLETE NEW INDIVIDUAL./ si OVSTEfZ. FISHERMEN, who hate ® STARFISH BECAUSE THEy DESTROY OYSTER. Stf, & BEDS, ONCE MADE A PRACTICE OF $ TEARING TO PIECES AND THROWING INTO THE SEA EVERY STARFISH CAUGHT/ THUS, W UNWITTINGLY THEY INCREASED THE figß * * STARFISH POPULATION. THE human brain, in relation To bodily wetght, exceeds that of all creatures except some excessively /mall vertebrates, such as hummingbirds, small rodents, etc. NEXT—Are sealtless joidfi- i scaleless?

wait a day say tomorrow, or Thursday—or even Friday would do.” ' L°t it be Saturday,” said Barnabas. “Saturday bv all means, sir. I’ll give myself the pleasure of calling upon you.” “St .James’ Square,” said Barnabas. “No. 5.” But now Peterby, who had been eyeing Mr. Smiwle very much • kanre, ventured to step forward. Sir.” said he. “may i remind you of vour appointment?” I hadn t forgotten. Peterby; and good day. Mr. Smiwle.” ' Au rovoir. sir. delighted to have hid the happiness. If you should r hanro ever to be in Worcestershire, he Hall is open to you. Good afternoon. sir!” And so. with a prodigious flourish of the hat. Mr. Smiwle bowed, 'miied and swaggered off. Then, as he turned to follow Peterby' into the ir.n. Barnabas must needs pause to dance towards the spot where lay the viscount's torn glove. INSTALLMENT FIFTY IN that delightful book, “The Arabian Nights’ Entertainments,” one may read of Spirits good and bad. and indifferent; of slaves of lamps, or rings and amulets, and tai. manic charms, and of the marvels and wonders they performed. But never did Afrit, Djinn, or Genie perform greater miracles than steady-eyed, soft-voiced Peterby. For if the far away Orient has its potent charms and spells, so, in this lr s romantic Occident, have we also a spell whereby all things are possible, a charm to move mountains a spell whereby kings become slaves, and slaves, kings; and we call it Money. Aladdin had his wonderful lamp, and lo! at the Genie's word, up sprang a palace, and the wilderness blossomed; Barnabas had his overflowing purse, and behold! Peterby wont forth, and the dull room at the George became a mansion in the midst of Vanity Fair. Thus, at precisely 4 on the afternoon of the third day, Barnabas stood before a chcval mirror in the dressing room of his new house, surveying his reflection with a certain complacent satisfaction. His silver-buttoned blue coat, high-waisted and cunningly rolled of collar, was a sartorial triumph; his black stockinette pantaloons, close-fitting from hip to ankle and there looped and buttoned, accentuated muscled calf and virile thigh in a manner somewhat disconcerting; his snowy waistcoat was of an original fashion and cut, and his cravat, folded and caressed into being by Peterbv's fingers, was an elaborate masterpiece, a matchless creation never before seen upon the town. Barnabas had become a dandy, from the crown of his curly head to his silk stockings and polished shoes, and, upon the whole, was not ill-pleased with himself. “But they're—dangerously tight, aren't they, Peterby?” he inquired suddenly, speaking his thoughts aloud. “Tight, sir ” repeated Mr. Barry, the tailor, reproachfully, and shaking his gentleman-like head, “impossble, sir, —with such a leg inside 'em.” “Tight, sir?” exclaimed Peterby. from where he knelt upon the floor, having just finished looping and buttoning the garments in question, "indeed, sir, since you mention it, I almost fear they are a trifle too—roomy. Can you raise your bent knee, sir?” “Only wdth an effort, John.” “That settles it, Barry,” said Peterby with a grin nod. “you must take them in at least a quarter of an inch.” a a a ‘•rpAKE ’em in?” exclaimed Barx nabas. aghast, “no. I’ll be shot if you do—not a fraction! I can scarcely manage ’em as it is.” (To Be Continued)

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Many miles away, La and Wayne Colt with Jad-bal-ja, the golden lion, at their heels, approached a man-made clearing in the jungle, that was evidently intended for a camp site by a large body of men, though now only a few shelters were occupied hv a few blacks.

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"I wish that you would let me face your enemies with you,” he said. She shook her head. "No, that ran not be,” she replied. “Were you to help me. they would only hate me. If Jad-bal-ja and I can not succeed alone, three of us could accomplish no more.”

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