Indianapolis Times, Volume 46, Number 70, Indianapolis, Marion County, 1 August 1934 — Page 17

AUG. 1, 1931.

Th e Amateur Gentleman —SE=- " 1 -' -By Jeffrey Farnol — ll —

fiM.IN HI Kl I >!%• to omc * jf^nv^nun. P atom NM B ■ n m* fcrrr,c o: **.fn bvMim Uwmmc c% ind*. *t out tor Lonl:r. Hi* J'rn Brv former En*.:.h efcrr.olon*r.p p:./ fler.-er the ton ho tr.ne<3 cr hit crent nd N”v B.i tlio * former ehamoion best* ni* fatnei tr a fish: J irr'sts) u> ty.r.son yoor.ft B*;:* ei . zt t: • .rnme to B- r.e He i ’ o i r. g Be I r Mortimer C - >r- ar.d Lilt Cieer.e Mrec.th If. f, • ,r, w:*n Lads CSeone *r.c •: - r u • on t •* • *r ' .r* r,t VTOtfC'IOO XO the *,ri I. erra.ovi Peterbv • lonr.et tr a- taiet and hurt a home He encounter* Chlcne’er a rogue R o P- • : - it .a.r.e. orc/r.'-r of Lad* C.eone. r.o '* in tr.e e. tie* of Jesoer Oeunt • lu <T.ev ' :>.rr.Ue un cieone ne win aid her brother TANARUS: * v; a. to m tove w.tn L*c C . * nrote■ • < pomtlni oot that B*rrvi . -t , tu- a p„nti liave caused him vc n MKiet* Nerer- • R*\• •• a >nD r - * 1 Min 1.0 ON WIIH IHI Sl*lßt INSTALLMENT SEVENTY • Continued! BARNABAS: "Yet the world is lull of failures '* The preacher: "Alas! yes: but only because men do not realize power within them.” Barnabas: ’Then—all men might su rr ed?” The preacher: “Assuredlv! for success i., the common heritage of Mtu It is only Self, blind, lenoruj r Seif * ho is the coward, cr}*tiß *1 can not! I dare not! It is im-Barr.-*r • “What do you mean hv 'self?” The prt a- her: "I mean the grosser part, the slve that panders to the bo<: a slave mat, Wt unchecked, •-) a tyrant, a Circe, changing man to brute.” If c Barnabas, having finished I : and batter, my thoughtIti. cut himself another slice. i, ~abas < till thoughtful!: "And do hi till go about preaching forget fulness of self, sir?” The preacher: "And forgiveness, y, : a good theme, young sir, but —very unpopular. Men prefer to dwell upon the wrong done them, rail r than cherish the memory of bo; * fits conferred But, neverthelc I go up and down the ways, pleaching always.” Ban “Why, then. I take it. your ; eart h is still unsuccessful.” i . preacher: * Quite! Somethin a ft ar comes upon me that h* may be beyond my reach—” Barnabas: "You mean—?” prea her: “Dead, sir. At such time*, things grow very black until I remember that God is a just God and therein lies my sure and certain hope. But I would not trouble you with my griefs, young sir. more especially on such a glorious morninu —hark to the throstle yonder, he surely sings of life and hope. So. if you will, pray tell me of your ' If. young sir, of your hopes and ambitions,” Barnabas: “My ambitions, sir, an? many, but first —I would be a gentleman ” The Preacher (nodding): “Good! So far as it goes, the ambition is a laudable one.” Barnabas istaring thoughtfully at his bread and butter!: “The first difficulty is to know precisely what a gentleman should be. Pray, sir. what is your definition?” The Preacher: “A gentlamn. young sir. is tl take it> one born with the Godlike capacity to think and leel for others, irrespective of their rank or condition.” Barnabas: “Hum! One who is un.-eifush?” The Preacher: “One who possesses an ideal so lofty, a mind so delicate, that it lifts him above all things ignoble and base, yet strengthens ins hands to raise thttee who are fallen—no matter how low This. I think, is to be truly a gentleman, and of all gentle men JfsiLS of Nazareth was the first.” Barnabas: tshakmg his head): “And yet, sir. I remember a whip of small cords.” The Preacher: “Truly, for evil sometimes so deadens the soul that it can feel only through the flesh.”

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This Curious World Ferguson

(T)h4T THE E4R.TH WAS CREATED OUT OF THE SUBSTANCE OF THE SUN, IS ACCEPTED GENERALLY * ( ) BY SCIENTISTS'. . ' V / , r " . \ \V ■ "** \ • \ - ' V J I i JL KINGH6NRyHI. \ ' OF ENGLAND KEPT A PET POLAR BEAR. IN •’ THE TOWER OF LOhDON / AND J S' i -fj Allcw'ed rr to swim and fish . 4 ’ ? . n ™ e thames r,ver ” 1W H M> BKXI. g-| WILD ) ANIMALS /fWO V\. *RE NOT AFFECTEO BY THE fIiTE / [ 'Zt/ I \ * of the TSETSE FLY (} . * V\\ / / 4 v# 1 4 V

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Barnabas; "Then—a man may fight and yet be a gentleman?” The Preacher: "He who can forgive. can fight.” a a m BARNABAS: "Sir, I am relieved to know that. But must forgiveness always come after?'” The Preacher: “If the evil is truly repented oL” Barnabas: "Even though the evil remain?" The Preacher: “Ay, young sir, for •hen forgiveness becomes truly divine." Barnabas: “Hum!” The Preacher: “But you eat nothing, young sir.” Barnabas: "I was thinking.” The Preacher: Os what?” Barnabas: Sir, my thought embraced you.” The Preacher: "How. young sir?” Barnabas: “I tyas wondering if you had ever heard of a man named Chichester?” The Preacher t speaking brokerhy and m a whisper!'. "Sir!—young sir —you said—?” Barnabas 'rising): "Chichester!” The Preacher (coming to his kne\s>; “Sir—oh, sir—this man— Chichester is he who stole away—n,v daughter—who blasted her honor and mv life—who—” Barnabas: “No!” The Preacher (covering his face): “Yes—yes! God help me, it’s true! B it in he# shame I love her still, oh. mv pride is dead long ago. I remember only that lam her father, with all a fathers loving pity, and that she—” Barnabas: “And that she is the stainless maid she always was—” “Sir," cried the preacher, “oh, sir —what do you mean?” and Barnabas saw the thin hands clasp and wring themselves, even as he remembered Clemency’s had done. “I mean.” answered Barnabas, "that she fled from pollution, and found refuge among honest folk. I mean that she is alive and well, that she lives but to bless your arms and fee] a fathej-'s kiss of forgiveness. If you would find her, go to the ‘Spotted Cow.’ near Frittenden, and ask for 'Clemency!’” “Clemency!" repeated the preacher, “Clemency means mercy. And she calls herself—Clemency!” Then. wih a sudden, rapturous gesture, he lifted his thin hands, and with his eyes upturned to the blue heaven, spoke. “Oh. God!” he cried. “Oh, Father of Mercy. I thank Thee!” And so he arose from his knees, and turning about, set off through the colrien morning toward Frittenden. and Clemency. INSTALLMENT SEVENTY-ONE /"'VHO! for the warmth and splendor of the mid-day sun; for the dance and flurry of leafy shadows on the sward; for stilly wayside pools whose waters, deep and dark in the shade of overhangire: boughs, are yet dappled here and there with giorv; for merry brooks leaping and laughing along their stony beds; for darkling copse and sunny upland—oho for youth and life and the joy of it. To the eyes of Barnabas, the beauty of the world about him served only to remii and him of the beauty of her who was compounded of all things beautiful—the one and only woman, whose hair was yellow like the ripening corn, whose eyes were deep and blue as the infinite heaven, whose lips were red as the poppies that bloomed beside the w ay. and whose body was w arm with youth, and soft and white as the billowy clouds above. Thus on galloped Barnabas with the dust behind and the white road before. (To Be Continued)

OUR BOARDING HOUSE

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FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS

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WASHINGTON TUBBS IT

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ALLEY OOP

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BOOTS AND HER BUDDIES

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TAR/AN AND THE CITY OF GOLD

“Seeing Xarator.” continued Valthour, “I shall know mv way to Thenar. Xarator lies at the head of the Valiev of Anthar and belongs to the men of Cathne. THE CITY OF GOLD. Athne, the City of Ivory, Ts the city from which I come, and the men of Cathne are the enemies of my people."

Keep COOL While You Shop-Downstairs at Ayres

THE INDIANAPOLIS TIMES

Tarzan and Valthour lay up to eat and sleep before setting out again toward Athne, the City of Ivory. . . . Many weary miles to the south a mighty black-maned, golden-coated lion continued along the mysterious trail he had been following for many days. Why did the beast act so strangely—what was he seeking? . . .

—By Ahem

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OUT OUR WAY

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Now they stood upon a lofty plateau. The distant peaks loomed through a light rain. Suddenly Valthour cried, elated: “We have found it! There is Varator.” Tarzan looked and saw a mighty, flat-topped mountain in the distance above which low clouds reflected a dull red light.

—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

“So that is the great volcano,” said Tarzan. “Yes, and Thenar is directly east of it. Come!” cried Valthour, excitedly. Quickly they covered the level, grassy ground for a mile or so and came to the edge of the plateau, below which Tarzan saw an unforgettable sight—his first view of Cathne, the City of Gold!

COMIC PAOS

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