Indianapolis Times, Volume 46, Number 65, Indianapolis, Marion County, 26 July 1934 — Page 23

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The Amateur Gentleman --J- r j e ff re y Farnol

MU.IN MMtfc 1011*1 r>’*rtr.to oroc * gnt.*m*fv. Ra rna Hu Bart- after an inhcr.tancc o} Kindred tßouaanc sni.-,d. vi o*:t for Ls>ni}<n. H't father ohn Hare, former Era.iah cfiamploneh.p p-.re f.jrh*er opposes the cn, *r.o. trainee by nia parent an<l Katte B* - . a so a former champion Peat* rat net Is a f.eht Journey:h| to L/inecn. exintr Bart* ehar.se* hu a rr.ame to Beverlo*. He ■Mata the rap’a.r. the B- *o-.r.g VUcount Horatio M • • lir Morumtr Carnab*. nn<J iM’ty C.r• re &*re(liUl He ta la tn love a’.’h Lac* Cieone anc tar* S.r Moe*:r-.er ir a flat duel aa a • -#. r r ' uon to the etrl IV erlee emploe* Peterbr a former poaoher aa a valet ar.<s b;* a home is Isndon lie enccir’er* Ch!rfie'er. a rojpie. *ho haa infl.ienre over Ronald Barryrra.ne. brother of Laiv r.eone aho •* in tha eluuhea of Jaaoer Gaunt • money lender. Be erlev prom'-sea Las* Cieone ne 11 aid her brother Tr.e viscount, a *o in love :tn Lady r>. ne oro’- •* no;r.Mn* out that Barrvr . - re caused t be o*TaC’rel bv London society Reert .r.r Beverley dec ore h.t intention of carrvinr ou* B promise NOW r.o ON WITH HIE STOR* INSTALLMENT SIXTY-FIVE (Continued i "Precisely Every twinge he has—up goes my credit. I'm his only heir, y' kno*and he's 71. At present he’s as sound as a bell—actually rone to hounds last week, bgad! Consequently mv credit's—nowhere. Jolly old boy, though—deuced fond of him—ha! there Haynes! Over yonder! Fellow driving the phaeton with the black-a-moor in the rumble.” INSTALLMENT SIXTY-SIX OU mean the man in the bright green coat?” "Yes. Call his Pea-green Haynes’ -—one of your second-rate, ultra dandies. Twig his vasty whiskers, will you! Takes his fellow’ hours to curl ’em. And then his cravat, b'gad!” "How does he turn his head?” inquired Barnabas. "Never does—can't! I lost a devilish lot to him at hazard a few years ago—crippled me, y' know’. But talking of my uncle—devilish fond of him—always was. But mark you. Beverley, a man has no right—no business to go on living after he's seventy, at least, it shows deuced bnd taste. I think —so thoughtless, y’ know. Hallo! why there's Ball Hughes—driving the chocolate colored coach, and got up like a regular jarvey. Devilish rich, y’ know—call him ‘The Golden Ball'—deuce of a fellow! Pitch and to.-s, or whist at five pound points, damme! Won small fortune from Petersham at battledore and shuttlecock —played all night, too.” "And have you lost to him also?” "Os course?” "Did you ever w r in?” "Oh, well—now’ and then, y’ know, though I'm generally unlucky. Must have been born under —Aideboran. is it? —anyhow, some cursed star or other. Bern dogged by ill lurk from my cradle, b'gad On the turf, in the clubs and hells, even in the Peninsular?” •So you fought in the Peninsular?” "Oh. yes.” "And did you gamble there, too?” ‘ Naturally—whenever I could.” "And did you lose?” "Generally. Everything's been against me. v’ know —even my size.” "How so?” a tt n ‘•wwt'FLL. there was a fellow in W the Eighty-eighth, name of Crichton. Id lost to him pretty heavily while wc were before Ciudad Rodrigo. The night before the storming—we both happened to have volunteered, y'know—'Crichton.* says I. I'll co you double or quits I'm into the town tomorrow before you are.’ ‘Done!’ says he. Well, we advanced to the attack about dawn, about 400 of us. The breach was wide enough to drive a battery through, but the enemy had thrown up a breastwork and fortified it during the night. But up we went at the ’double.’ Crichton and I in front, you may be sure. "As soon as the Frenchies opened fire, I began to run—so did Crichton. but being longer in the leg, I

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was at the breach first, and began to scramble over the debris. Crichton was a little fellow, y’know, but came all through, and active as a cat. and bgad, presently above the roar and din, I could hear him pantir.g close behind me. Up we went, rutarer and nearer, with our fellows about 100 yards in the rear, clambering after us and cheering as they came. "I w’as close upon the confounded breastwork when I took a musketball through my leg. and over I went like a,shot rabbit, bgad! Just then Cr.chton panted up. 'Hurt?’ says he. Only my leg.’ says I. go on, and good luck to you.’ ‘Devilish rough on you, Sling!’ says he. and on he went. But he'd only gone about a couple of yards when he • hrew up h:s arm sand pitched over on his face. “ Poor Crichton's done for! says I to myself, and made shift to crawl over to him. But b'gad! he saw me coming, and began to crawl, too. So there we were, on our hards and knees, crawling up towards the Frenchies as hard as we could. My leg was deuced uncomfortable, v know, but I put on a spurt, and managed to draw level with him. Hallo, Sling!’ says he, ‘heres where vou win, for I'm done!’ and over he goes again. ‘So am I, for that matter.” says I —which w’as only riie truth. Beverley. So b'gad, there we lay. side by side, till up came our fellows, yeiling like fiends, past us and over us, and charged the breastwork with the bayonet—and carried it too! "Presently, up came two stragglers—a corporal of the Eightyeighth and a sergeant of ours. 'Hi, corporal,’ yells Crichton, ’ten pounds if you can get me over the breastwork—quicks the word!’ 'Sergeant,' says I, ’twenty pounds if you get me over first.’ Well, dowm wont the corporal's musket and the sergeant’s pike, and on to their backs we scrambled—a deuced painful business for both of us, I give you my j word. Beverley. So we began our race again—mounted this time. But j it was devilish bad going, and h the sergeant did his best, I came in a very bad second. You see. I'm no light weight, and Crichton was.” "You lost, then?” nun ”/\H, of course, even my size is against me. you see.” Hereupon. once more, and very suddenly, the captain relapsed into his gloomy mood, nor could Barnabas dispel it; his efforts were rewarded only by monosyllables until, swinging round into a short and rather narrow street, he brought his horses to a walk. “Here we are, Beverly!” “Where?” Barnabas inquired. "Kirby street —his street. And there's the house—his house,” and Captain Slingsby pointed his whip at a high, flat-fronted house. It was a repellent-looking place with an iron railing before it. and beyond this railing a deep and narrow area, where a flight of damp steps led down to a gloomy door. The street was seemingly a quiet one, and, at this hour, deserted save for themselves and a solitary man who stood with his back to them upon the opposite side of the way, apparently lost in profound thought. Avery tall man he was. and very upright, despite the long white hair that showed beneath his hat, which, like his clothes, was old and shabby, and Barnabas noticed that his feet were bare. This man Captain Slingsby incontinent hailed in his cnaracteristic fashion. "Hi—you over there!” he called. “Hallo!” The man never stirred. “Oho! b'gad, are you deaf? Just come over here and hold my horses for me, will you?” (To Be Continued)

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The lion, momentarily confused by the firelight and the swift movements and the shouts of the men, paused, as he looked to right and left. In that brief instant Tarzan seized the fleeing shifta, lifted him high above his head, and hurled him into Numa's face.

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Then, as the lion seized his prey, Tarzan motioned his companion to follow him, and, running directly past the lion, leaped the boma where Numa had entered. Close at his heels was the white captive of the shiftas. Before the bandits recovered, the two men had escaped.

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In the night's shadows Tarzan left his companion a moment while he swung into the tree where he had left his weapons and recovered them. Then he led the way out of the valley up into the hills. At his elbow trotted the silent white man he had rescued from certain death.

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During the brief encounter in the camp Tarzan had noted with admiration the strength, agility and courage of the stranger who had aroused both his interest and curiosity. Here, seemingly, was a man molded to the dimensions of Tarzan’s own standards.

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