Indianapolis Times, Volume 46, Number 57, Indianapolis, Marion County, 17 July 1934 — Page 17

JULY 17, 1934.

The Amateur Gentleman ====== By Jeffrey Farnol^^—_ ,

nrr.|> HIRE lOD TV*rmtr*a to (oir g-ntlemAtv, F ibu Bart? i:er reeelTUlf an inl -anca I *r.en nur.dred thousand r ;r <j, ~•* o':’ J~r L'tr.din H:* f*t,br Bar*.i former English cnampion* ; r .*► lighter eprw * the son. a ho. ’ ne<j r.r r.. parent and S’ ! v Beil, a .’a former c. a r t-. -n Beits hu> father ti. a Sght j -r.ev ng to London vour.g Bartv r' A Ss 1 11* • rr.au-i' to B-'erlef. He r Bosun, young t H *' Be:. *. Sir Mortimer C -.•>■ ana Ladv t .eone Meredith f> la ■ r -“ *::h Ladv Cieone and t- * S.r M r mtr ir. a list duel aa • c • ire of protection to the glrL ; errr -’ i Prferb- a former a a nltt and fcuv* a home Ha * .r.’era Chicneiter. a rogue, a , ;.a influence over Ronald Barryr e. Bro’her of Ladv Cieone. *ho 1 l •■ c. . e. of Jasper Gaunt, a it ■ r v lender. Be cr.r ■. promuea Lady C.eor.e he will rn\ also in love with Lady Cieone, o ’ .g out that Barryr ipadet t.v.e caused him to b* L'-r.con roc.etv Nevertr.< Be-.er cv declare' hi* intention cl carrying out hi* promise. NOW GO ON HIIH IHE 61GRt INRTALLMENT FIFTY-NINE ALMOST at the first oivct the . slender cane Barnabas wielded broke short off and he was borne staggering back, the center of a panting. close-locked. desperate fray. But in that narrow space h:s assailants were hampered by their very numbers, and here was small room for biudgeon-plav—and Barnabas had his fist3. There came a moment of thudding blows, trampling feet, oaths. cr*c -and Barnabas was free, taring dazedly at his broken knuckles. He heard a sudden shout, a vicious t< ar. and the Bow Street runner, dropping the nobbiy stick, tottered weakly and fell—strove to rise, was sn itten down again. and, in that moment. Barnabas was astride him; felt the shock of stinging blows, and laughing fierce and short, leapt in under the blows, every nerve and muscle braced and quivering; saw a scowling face—smote it away; caught a bony wrist, wrenched the bludgeon from the griping fingers, strurk and parried and struck again with untiring arm. felt the press thin out before him as his assailants gave back, and so, stood panting. •Run! Run!” whispered Mr. Shrig's voice behind him. “Ve can do it now—run'” "No!” panted Barnabas, wiping the blood from his cheek. •Run!” cried Mr. Shrig again, "there’s a place I knows on close by—ve can reach it in a jiff—this vav run!” "No!” "Not run? then v'ot ye do?” "Make them!” "Are ye mad?” Ha!—look out!” Once more the echoing passage roared with the din of conflict, as their assailants rushed again, were chckrd, smote and were smitten, and fell back howling before the thrust of the nobbiy stick and the swing of the heavy bludgeon. •'Now vill ye run?” panted Mr Bhrig, straightening the broadbrimmed hat. •No!” “Vy then. I vill!” which Mr. Shrig immediately proceeded to do. But the scowl of Barnabas grew only the blacker, his lips but curled the fiercer, and his fingers tightened their grip upon the bludgeon as. alone now, he fronted those who remained of the nine. Now chancing to glance toward a certain spot, he* espied something that lay in the angle of the wall, and. instinctively stooping, he picked tip Mr. Shrig's little book, slipped it into his pocket, felt a stunning bloy, and reeled back, suddenly faint and sick. And now a mist seemed to envelop him, but in the mist were faces above, below, around him. faces to be struck at. But his blows grew weak and ever weaker, the cudgel was torn from his lax grip, he staggered back on stumbling feet knowing he could fight no more, and felt himself caught by a mighty arm. saw a face near by. comely and dimpled of chin, blue-eyed, and with whiskers trimmed into precise little tufts on either cheek. Thereafter he was aware of faint cries and shouts, of a rushing patter like rain among

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This Curious World Ferguson

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THE PRAYING mantis is so named because of the peculiar posture it assumes when at rest. The front part of the body is elevated, the fore legs held up and forward like hands raised in prayer, while the head moves from side to side like one seeking divine forgiveness. NEXT— How long has fire been in use?

leaves, and of a voice speaking in his ear. mm* ”11 IGHT about face,—march! •*•'• Easy does it! Mind me ’ook, sir, the pint's oncommon sharp like. By your left—wheel! Now two steps up, sir—that's It! Now three steps down, easy does it! and ’ere we are. A cheer, sir, now water and a sponge!” Here Barnabas, sinking back in the chair, leaned his head against the wall behind him, and the mist grew more dense, obliterating all things. A small, dim chamber, with many glasses and bottles arrayed very precisely on numerous shelves; a very tall, broad-shouldered man who smiled down from the rafters while he pulled at a very precise whisker with his right hand, for his left had been replaced by a shimng steel hook; and Mr. Shrig who shook his placid head as he leaned upon a long musket whose bayonet twinkled wickedly in the aim light; all this Barnabas saw as, sighing, he opened his eyes. •* Es all right now!” nodded the smiling giant. •Ha!” exclaimed Mr. Shrig, "but with a lump on ’is ’ead like a negg. ‘Run!’ I sez. ‘No!’ sez ’e, — and ’ore's me with vun eye a-going into mourning, and ’im vith a lump on 'is nob like a noo-laid egg!” “ E s game though, Jarsper,” said the benevolent giant. ‘‘Game! I believe you, Corp!” nodded Mr. Shrig. “'Run!’ I sez. ‘No!’ sez ’e. ‘Then v’ot vill you do?’ sez I. 'Make them!’ sez >. Game? Lord love me, I should say so!” Here, seeing Barnabas sit upright. Mr. Shrig laid by the musket and came toward him with his hand out. "Sir,” said he. ‘‘when them raskals got me down they meant to do for me! ah! they'd ha’ given me my quietus for good an’ all if you ’ad n't stood ’em off. Sir, if it ain't too mueh. I should like to shake your daddle for that!” "But you saved my life twice,” said Barnabas, clasping the proffered hand. "V'y the coping-stone I'll not go for to deny, sir,” said Mr. Shrig. stroking his smooth brow, “but t’ other time it were my friend and pal the Corp ’ere,—Corporal Richard Roe, late Grenadiers. ’Es only got an ’ook for ah ’and, but vith that ’ook ’e ’s oncommonly ’andy, and as a weapon it ain’t by no means to be sneezed at. No, ’e ain’t none the worse for that ’ook, though they thought so in the army, and it vere ’im as brought you ofl Vile I vos a-chasing of the enemy vith ’is gun, younder.” nun WHY, then I should like to thank Corporal Richard Roe.” said Barnabas —(here the corporal tugged at his precise and carefully trimmed whisker again), "and to shake his hand as well.” Here the giant blushed and extended a huge fist. "Honored, sir,” said he, clicking his heels together. “And now,” said Mr. Shrig, “ve’re all a-going to drink —at my expense.” “No, at mine,” said Barnabas. "Sir,” said Mr. Shrig, round and placid of eye, ”‘ven I says a thing I means it. Consequent you are now a-going to sluice your ivory vith a glass of the Vun an’ Only, at my expense—you must and shall.” “Yes.” said Barnabas, feeling in his pockets. "I must, my purse is gone.” “Purse!” exclaimed Mr. Shrig. his innocent eyes rounder than ever, "gone, sir?” “Stolen,” nodded Barnabas. “Think o’ that now!” sighed Mr. Shrig, “but I ain’t surprised, no, I ain't surprised, and —by Goles ” “What now?” (To Be Continued)

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TARZAN AND THE CITY OF GOLD

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In Tarzan's left hand was his jow and between his Angers four extra arrows. As Ara, the lightning, so is Tarzan for swiftness. The instant he recognized the horsemen charging upon him from behind, he had leaped to his feet, and in the same instant, strung his bow.

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Now, perhaps even before the leading shiftas realized the danger that confronted them, the bow was bent, the shaft sped. Short but powerful was the strong bow of the ape-man. Straight through the heart of the leading shifta drove the Arst arrow.

—By, Ahern

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As the fellow threw his arms above his head and lunged from his saddle four more arrows sped with lightning-like rapidity from the bow of the ape-man, and every arrow found a target. Another shifta dropped to ride no more, and three were wounded.

—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

Only seconds had elapsed since Tarzan had discovered his danger, but already his arrows had laid low several of the shiftas. Another was badly wounded. The remaining horsemen bore down upon the ape-man. their leader charging with spear set for Tarzan’s chest.

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