Indianapolis Times, Volume 46, Number 75, Indianapolis, Marion County, 7 August 1934 — Page 17

AUG. 7, 1931.

The Amateur Gentleman Jeffrey Farnol I ■ u

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This Curious World Ferguson

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! Mr. Beverley—Sir George Annerslev. Mr. Beverley—Major Piper. ’ A friend of her grace Is always welcome here, sir.” said Sir George, extending a mottled hand. Delighted!” smiled the major, saluting him in turn. “Haw ” “But w hat in the world brings you here. Beverley?'' inquired the Marquis. I do.” returned his great-aunt. “Many a man has climbed a wall on my account before today, Marquis, and remember I'm only just—7l. and growing younger every hour—now am I not. major?” ‘Haw!—Precisely! Not a doubt, y’ grace. Soul and honor Haw!” ‘ Marquis—your arm, Mr. Beverley —yours! Now, Sir George, show us the wav to the marquee; I'm dying for a dish of tea, I vow I am!" I INSTALLMENT SEVENTY-FIVE 'T'HUS, beneath the protecting wing of a duchess was Barnabas given his first taste of quality and blood. “Gad, Beverley! how the deuce : did y’ do it?” j “Do what, marquis?” “Charm the serpent! Tame the dragon!” “Dragon?” I “Make such a conquest of her graceless grace of Camberhurst, my great-aunt? I didn't knew you were even acquainted.—how long have you known her?” “About an hour.” said Barnabas. “Eh—an hour? But, my dear fellow. you came to see her—over the wall, you know —she said so, and—” “She said so. yes, marquis, but—” “But? Oh. I see! Ah. to be sure! She is my great-aunt, of course, and my great-aunt, Beverley, generally thinks, and does, and says—exactly what she pleases. Only about half an hour ago she informed me that I was a—well she told me precisely what I was—and she can be painfully blunt. Beverley—just because Cleone happens to have refused me again.” "Again?” said Barnabas inquiringly. “Oh. yes! She does it regularly. Begad! she's refused me so often that it's grown into a kind of formula with us now. I say, ‘Cleone, do!' and she answers. ‘Bob, don’t!’ But even that's something—lots of 'em haven't got so far as that with her.” “Sir Mortimer Carnaby, for Instance!” said Barnabas, biting his lip. “Hum!” said the marquis dubiously, deftly re-settling his cravat, “and what of—yourself. Beverley?” “I have asked her—only twice, I think ” “Ah. and she—refused you?” “No.” sighed Barnabas, “she told me she—despised me.” “Did she so? Give me your hand —I didn't think you were so strong in the running. With Cleone's sort there's always hope so long as she isn't sweet and graciously indifferent.” “Pray.” said Barnabas suddenly, “pray where did you get that rose, marquis?” “This? Oh. she gave It to me.” “Cleone?” "Os course." “But—l thought she'd refused you?” “Oh. yes—so she did; but that's just, like Cleone. frowning one moment, smiling the next—April, you know.” “And did she —kiss it first?” * m a “I r ISS it? Why—deuce take me. IV now I come to think of it—so she did—at least—what now, Beverley?” “I'm—going?” said Barnabas. “Going? Where?” “Back—over the wall!” “Eh—run away, is it?” (To Be Continued)

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FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS

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TARZAN AND THE CITY 01' GOLD

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Tarzan battled for his life in the swirling river, desperately trying to stay his mad rush toward the falls and death. At last he was successful and dragged himself out of the water. The ape-man moved cautiously forward toward a light shining dimly in the distance.

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A few steps from the river he encountered a wall and now he could no longer see the light. He wondered what had become of Vaithor, and determined, after he had investigated the light, to search for his companion. Yet he feared that Vaithor had died in the flood.

—By Ahem

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After climbing the wall, the ape-man had crossed about half the distance to the light when the retreating storm flashed a farewell bolt from the distance. It revealed to his eyes a low building, a lighted window and a doorway in whose shelter stood a man.

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—By Edgar Rice Burrough*

The lightning also revealed Tarzan to the man in the doorway. Instantly the silence was shattered by the brazen clatter of a gong. The door sprang open, and men bearing torches rushed out. Tarzan. impelled by the natural caution of the beast, turned to run.

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