Indianapolis Times, Volume 46, Number 63, Indianapolis, Marion County, 24 July 1934 — Page 15

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HI RC TOtlU D#nr:a# t hr-vor.a * *r.* -sian. fU-nabaa Bart? *ft*r walrtnf an mhr:**ac of #<rv*a nun'irad thousand p<-. ntfi. **• act tor Londia. H:* (atr.er John ft*r-.T, former Eng'.is!) cnaroplon*h;;> pr:* flth’er. epptM.'* *b* *nn. who. *ra.-.M hi* end N*"v Bell. '•" a firmer ehamoion Best* sci ftuier la % Sxlr J-;rr,*) -■* to lyr.son ftfinm Barry rh*-* h; to IJ-*eri*T. He m#.’ th* rip'ein the Bosun vonr.j Vi - -? H **• -• Be.'**'* S r Mortimer Cam* nr. *-d lode Oort* Meredith. He f..s ;o e o.'h Lanr Cleor.e *M new* 8;r Vor rr.*r In * fl*.t and .el u • ire of Dro'ec’lon to the tfri. p. *r>T rsiplovt Pe’erbv. * former ros-'.er •> * valet, tad but* * horn* •n Lor. don f-e e- c*m'r Chlehes*r. * rv. h* ir.fl'.eore o’. r Rnr.ald Burrj- • Brother of Lade Claone. who Is :n '. • c.itches of Jasper Gaunt, a ir.oney ;#ad*T. Be -r ev promise* Ladj Cleon* c* will aid hr brother. The tljco .ht. a;v> in tor* w:tn Lad? C * re. protests, pointing out teat Barrvm*:r. * -•'•arid-* have ra - .rd him to re r Taci/rd hv London societv. Never* •n Beverley declare* his intention of carrying out his promise. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY INSTALLMENT SIXTY-FOUR Continued* 'When?” “Tomorrow, If possible—the sooner the better.” “And Rite up the race. Be*?” "Yes.” said Barnabas, sighing, “even that if need be.” Here the viscount lay back among his pillows and stared up at the tester of the bed. and his gaze still Us directed thitherward when he ipoke: “And you do all this this—” “For—her rake," said Barnabas softly, “besides, I promised, Dick.” “And you have seen her—only onre. Beg?” “Twice, Dick.” Again there was silence while the viscount stared up at the tester and Barnabas frowned down at the cienrhed fist on his knee. “Gad!” said the viscount suddenly. “Gad, Beverley, what a deuced determined fellow you are!” “You see—l—love her, Dick.” “And by the Lord. Bev, shall I tell you what I begin to think?” “Yes, Dick.” “Well, I begin to think that in npite of -er—me. and hum—all the rest of 'em, in spite of everything—herself included, if need be—you’ll her yet.” “And shall I tell you what I begin to think, Dick?” “Yes.” “I begin to think that you have never—loved her at all.” “Eh?” cried the viscount, starting up very suddenly, “what?—never lov—oh. Gad, Beverley! what the deuce should make you think that?” "Clemency?” said Barnabas. a a a THE viscount stared, opened his mouth, shut it, ran his fingers through his fair, and fell flat upon his pillows again. “So now,” said Barnabas the persistent. “now you know why I am so anxious to meet Jasper Gaunt.” “Gaunt!” said the viscount dreamily. •Gaunt!” "Captain Slingsby has to see him this afternoon—at least so you said, and I was wondering— ’’ “Slingsbw! Oh. egad I forgot! So he has.—curricle's ordered for halfpast three. Will you oblige me by prodding him with your cane. Bev? Don't be afraid—poke away, my dear fellow. Sling takes a devil of a lot of waking.” Thus admonished. Barnabas presently succeeded in arousing the somnolent Slingsby, who, lifting a drowsy head, blinked sleepily, and demanded in an injured tone: “Wha’ the deuce it was all about, b'gad?” Then having yawned prodigiously and come somewhat to himself, he proceeded to crawl from under the settee, when, catching sight of Barnabas, he sprang lightly to his feet and greeted him cordially. “Ah. Beverly!” he cried— “how goes it? Glad you woke me—was having a devil of a dream. Thought the Rascal' had strained his 'off-ore-leg. and was out of the race! What damnable things dreams are. bead!”

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t “My dear Sling.” said the vis-! count, "it is exactly a quarter past three.” “Oh. is it b'gad! Well?” “And at 4 I believe you have an appointment with Gaunt.” “Gaunt!” repeated the captain, starting, and Barnabas saw all the light and anima’ion die out of his face. “Gaunt—ves, I—bgad!—ld forgotten. Devenham.” “You ordered your curricle for half-past three, didn't you?” “Yes. and I've no time to bathe—ought to shave, though, and oh, damme—look at my cravat!” * You'll find everything you need in my dressing-room. Sling.” a a a THE captain nodded his thanks. and forthwith vanished into the adjacent chamber, whence he was to be heard at his ablutions, puff- j ir.g and blowing, grampus-hke. To whom thus the viscount, raising his voire: “Oh, by the way, Sling, Beverley wants to go with you.” Here the captain stopped, as It! seemed in the very middle of a puff, and when he spoke it was in a tone of hoarse incredulity: “Eh —b'gad, what's that?” “He wants you to introduce him to Jasper Gaunt.” Here a sudden explosive exclama-j tion, and, thereafter, the captain appeared as in the act of drying j himself, his red face glowing from between the folds of the towel while he stared from the viscount to Barnabas with round eyes. “What!” he exclaimed at last, | “you, too, Beverley! Poor devil, \ have you come to it—and so soon?” i “No,” said Barnabas, shaking his [ hejid, “I wish to see him on behalf 1 of another ” “Eh? Another? Oh !” “On behalf of Mr. Ronald Barrymaine.” “Oh Barrym ” Her* the captain suddenly fell to toweling himself violently, stopped to stare at Barnabas again, gave himself another futile rub or two, and finally, dropped the towel altogether. 'On behalf of —oh b'gad!”: he exclaimed, and incontinently vanished into the dressing-room. But, j almost immediately he was back again, this time wielding a shaving) brush. “Wish to see—Gaunt, do you?” he inquired. “Yes,” said Barnabas. “And,” said the captain, staring very hard at the shaving brush, “not —on your own account?” “No,” answered Barnabas. • But on behalf—l think you said —of——” ”Os Ronald Barrymaine,” said Barnabas. “Oh!” murmured the captain, and vanished again. But now Barnabas followed him. “Have you any objection to my going with you?” he inquired. “Not in the least,” answered the captain, making hideous faces at himself In the mirror as he shaved, “oh, no—delighted, ’pon my soul, b gad—only ” “Well?” INSTALLMENT SIXTY-FIVE “ONLY, if it’s time you’re going V-/ to ask for—it's no go, my boy —hard-fisted old rasper, you know the saying—(Bible, I think*, figs, b'gad, and thistles, bread from stones, but no mercy from Jasper Gaunt.” “I don’t seek his mercy,” said Barnabas. “Why. then, my dear Beverley—ha! there's Jenk come up to say the curricle's at the door.” Sure enough, at the moment, the viscount's gentleman presented himself to announce the fact, albeit mournfully and with a sigh. He was about to bow himself out again when the viscount stayed him with an unraised finger. (To Ite Continued)

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One bandit, however, rushed to close quarters with musket clubbed. It was his undoing. The man-beast crouched, growling, and as the fellow was almost upon him, charged. He dodged the hurtline musket butt, then seized and wrenched it easily from the shiftas grasp.

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Grabbing the rash shifta, Tarzan spun him around and held him as a shield against the weapons of his fellows. The other shiftas pushed closer, thinking easily to overcome two men practically defenseless. A couple of them rushed in behind the ape-man.

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It was only Tarzan they feared. They soon learned their former prisoner was not to be disregarded. He had picked up the discarded musket and was using it as a club. The heavy butt struck the foremost bandit, dropping him like a felled ox, and then it swung again.

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