Indianapolis Times, Volume 46, Number 72, Indianapolis, Marion County, 3 August 1934 — Page 23

AUG. 3, 193?.

The Amateur Gentleman

By Jeffrey Farnol

KM.IN 111 Kl lUlltl D*’*rrr... #d 10 crciE< Biratti Bart* !:r .r. an mEarttaoce of *ern nuncrcd tftounc ' cut for U C:n H: fatr.rr i b eAampion-r.-,p nr :* llihtrr th* ton. *r.o. 184 Katti Bil f. m-u hj !'"et in a fight J •. •# co touhp Bartf r > "sir.* to B*-.rr.e H r<- tjif (i■ tn* Bo* -o, tO’ir.t Bella':*. Sir Mort.ir.er C - <1 : act CieofSe Mareß.th : wi:n La*;* > ‘ Id a* • c* -f orr'AC'ton *o the nrl. I rlf err.p.o-r* Peterbv • former r aa a valet, ano fc ;t a horn* V- , a r*Hr:e. ■j net * r ' a.(5 Bar.-T----r ■,. ' 1 r at Laov Cleon*. mho 1* • • r • ia of Jatcer Gaunt a fir ~!fe* Lac* C.eor.e n* *lll a r.er breT.er. " . a 'o .n io*e :tn L<2 * •r a• Barr-.-r • r- f.r*i nave ea i*<l r..m to r*i n fer.con lor.r'y Nerera *BM Bar: son on os mill inr stort IN. TALLMFTNT SEVENTY-TWO ' Continued > “Ah!** said Barnabas, ‘ and where Is she—and the captain?" •Out. sir; an* she made him put on *ls be t utulorm, as he only W'.irt on Trafalgar day. and such groat occasions. She orders out the fam iy coach, and away they go. *lm ’ise very picter o’ what a postcap* n ’o Lord Nelson should be (though to be sure, there’s a darn in h.. white silk storking—the one to . ’rboard, just abaft the shoebtßkfe and, therefore, not to be notic'd, aid I were ailus andy wi* n.v ne*dic, and her—looking the p.< *er o’ tli* handsomest lady, the lov'iiMt. propercst maid in all this *€:' ’world. Away they go. wi’ a fair wind to sarve ’em, an’ should ha’ dropp'd anchor at Annersley house a full hour ago.’’ ’At Annersley?” said Barnabas. "There is a reception there. I hear?” "Yes, sir, ail great folk from Lon on. besides country folk o’ quality to meet the duchess of Camberhurst, and she’s the greatest of ’em all. Now presently, as he went, he bn ~mi> aware of a sound that was not the stir of leaves, nor the twitter of birds, nor the music of running waters, 1 hough all these were in is ears—for this was altogether different; a distant sound that • ame and went, that swelled to a murmur, sunk 'o a whisper, yet never wholly di'd away. Little by little the sound grew plainer, more insistent, until. :v gtirrim: . he could hear a plaintive melody. rising and falling, faint with distance. H* retipon Barnabas halted suddenly. his chin in hand, his brow lurrowed in thought, while over his senses stole the wailing melody of the distant violins. A while he stood thus, then plunged into the cool shadow of a wood, and hurried on bv winding tracks, through broad glades, until the wood was left behind, until the path became a gr; sy lane. It was a shady lane, tortuous and narrow, but on strode Barnabas until, rounding a bend, he l* held :t wall, an ancient, mossy wall of red brick: and with his gaze upon this, he stopped again. a a a ''PIIFM. standing on tip-toe, Barnabns set his hands to the coping of the wall, and drawing himself up. caught a momentary vision of smiling gardens, of green lawns where bright figures moved, of winding walks and neat-trimmed hedges, ere. swinging himself over, he dropped down among a bed of Sir C'teorge Annersley s stocks. Before him was a shady walk winding between clipped yews. and. following thus. Barnabas presently espied a small atbor some distance aw iv. Now between him and this arbor was a place where four paths met. and where stood an ancient sun-dial with quaintly carved seats.

E^NJg>Y

This Curious World Ferguson

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THF 'loth is the perfection-of deliberation. Every movement is :n slow motion. It has been es,. * that a really swift sloth could m.it* a m;le in twenty-four hours, u- is certain that none ever made this record, for the animal can not be torced to move continuously for any ktigth of time. • • • NEXT—What frog carries iu eggs about on its backt

And here, the sun making a glory of her wondrous hair, was my Lady Cleono. with the Marquis of Jernmgham beside her. The marquis was talking earnestly. gesturing now and then with his slender hand that had quite lost its habitual languor, and stooping that he might look into the drooping beauty of her face, utterly regardless of the havoc he thus wrought upon the artful folds of his marvelour cravat. All at once she looked up, laughed and shook her head. and. closing her fan. pointed with it towards the distant house, laughing still, but Imperious. Hereupon the marquis rose, albeit unwillingly, and bowing, hurried off to obey her behest. Then Cleone rose also, and turning, went on slowly toward the arbor, with head drooping as one in thought. And now, with his gaze upon that *hapely back, all youthful loveliness from slender foot to the crowning glorv of her hair, Barnabas sighed, and felt his heart leap as he strode after her. But. even as he followed, oblivious of ail else under heaven, he beheld another back that obtruded itself suddenly upon the scene, a broad, graceful back in a coat of fine blue cloth—a back that bore itself with a masterful swing of the shoulders. And. in that instant, Barnabas recognized Sir Mortimer Carnaby. ana had reached the arbor. but on the threshold turned to meet Sir Mortimer’s sweeping bow. And now she seemed to hesitate, then extended her hand, and Sir Mortimer followed her into the arbor. My lady's cheeks were warm with rich color, her eyes were suddenly and strangely bright as she sank into a chair, and Sir Mortimer, misinterpreting this, had caught and imprisoned her hands. "Clecne,” said he, “at last!” The slender hands fluttered in his grasp, but his grasp was strong, and. ere she could stay him, he was down before her on his knee, and speaking quirk and passionately. "Cleone—hear me! nay, I will speak! All the afternoon I have tried to get a word with you, and now you must hear me—you shall. And yet you know what I would say. You know I love you, and have done from the first hour I saw you. Ah, tell me you love me peak to me, tell me I may hope. Speak,—answer me!” But my lady sat wide-eyed, staring at the face amid the leaves beyond the open window.—a face so handsome, yet so distorted; saw the gleam of clenched teeth, the frowning brows, the menacing gray eyes. Sir Mortimer, all unconscious, had caught her listless hands to his lips, and was speaking again between his kisses. “Speak, Cleone! You know how long I have loved you,—speak and bid me hope! What, silent still? Why, then—give me that rose from your bosom.—let it be hope's messenger. and speak for you.” But still my lady sat dumb, staring up at the face amid the leaves, the iace of man primeval, aglow with all the primitive passions. And, in that moment, she threw up her head rebellious, and sighed, and smiled, —a woman's smile, proud, defiant: and. uttering no word, gave Sir Mortimer the rose. Then, even as. she did so. sprang to her feet, and laughed, a little tremulously and bade Sir Mortimer go Wherefore, Sir Mortimer, seeing her thus, and being wise in the ways of women, pressed the flower to his lips, and so turned and strode off down the path. And when his step had died away Cleone sank down in the chair, and spoke. (To Be Continued)

OUR BOARDING HOUSE

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FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS

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WASHINGTON TUBBS II

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ALLEY OOP

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BOOTS AND HER BUDDIES

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TARZA.N AND THE CITY OF GOLD

“We should never cross the Valley of Cathne by day without either being killed or taken prisoners,” said Valthour to Tarzan. “It will be bad enough by night, on account of the lions.” “What lions?” demanded the ape-map. “The lions bred for sport and war.” exclaimed Valthour.

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“The plain you see below us is called the Field of the Lions,” he added, “we shall be safer If we cross it after dark.” “It is all the same to me,” agreed Tarzan, with a shrug. As they talked, the sun sank: dark, ominous clouds hid the mountain peaks and the valley's end.

—By Ahern

OUT OUR WAY

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Observing the coming storm, Valthour said: “It will soon be dark—we can start now.” Down through a gully whose sides hid them from the City of Gold, the two men made their difficult way toward the valley's floor. Soon, lightning flashed and roars of thunder followed.

—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

By the time they reached level ground the storm was upon them and the gully they had descended was a raging mountain torrent. Utter darkness surrounded them. The thunder was deafening and rain engulfed them; it was the most terrific storm they had ever seen.

. COMZO PAOS

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