Indianapolis Times, Volume 46, Number 78, Indianapolis, Marion County, 10 August 1934 — Page 27

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The Amateur Gentleman Jeffrey Farnol 1 1

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debt which is crushing him down and unmanning him.” ' But—oh, don't you see—he would still be in debt—to you?” T had forgotten that!” sighed Barnabas. Forgotten it?” she repeated. ‘Quite!” mum SURELY no man could lie, whose eyes were so truthful and stead- ' And so you went and offered to buy up his debts?” "Yes.” • For 'hree times the proper sum?” ! I would have paid whatever was I asked.” • Why?” “Because I promised you to help I him,' answered Barnabas, staring at the ground again. "You must be—very rich?” said | Cleone, stealing another look at 1 him. | "I am” ‘ And—supposing you had taken j over the debt, who did you think i would ever repay you?” • It never occurred to me.” "And you would have done—all thus for a—stranger?” "No, but because of the promise I gave.” "To me?” “Yes—but, as God sees me, I would have looked for no recompense at your hands.” “Never?” “Never—unless—” “Unless, sir?” “Unless I—l had dreamed it possible that you—could ever have —loved me.” Wherefore Barnabas sighed, and his head drooping, stared at the ground again. And after he had stared thus, for perhaps a full minute, my lady spoke, but with her face still averted. “The moon is at the full to-night, I think?” Barnabas flifting his head suddenly). “Yes.” Cleone ' quite aware of his quick glance*. “And—how do you like—- , the Duchess?” Barnabas (staring at the ground again*. “I don't know.” Cleone 'with unnecessary emphasis). “Why. she is the dearest, best, cleverest old godmother in all the world, sir!” Barnabas <humbly). “Yes.” Cleone 'with a side glance). “Are you riding back to London tonight?” Barnabas (nodding drearily). i “Yes ” Cleone (watching him more keenly). "it should be glorious to gallop under a—full-orbed moon.” Barnabas (shaking his head mournfully). “London is a great wav from—here.” Cleone (beginning to twist a ring on her finger nervously). “Do you remember the madman we met —at Oakshott's barn?” INSTALLMENT SEVENTY-EIGHT Barnabas (sighing). “Yes. i met him in London, lately.” Cleone (clasping her hands together tightly). “Did he talk about —the moon again?” Barnabas (still sighing, and dense). “No. it was about some shadow. I think.” Cleone (frowning at him a little). “Well—do you remember what he prophesied—about—an orbed moon' —and Barnabv Bright’?” Barnabas (glancing up with sudden interest). “Yes, —yes, he said we should meet again at Barnaby Bright—under an orbed moon!” Cleone (head quite averted now, and speaking over her shoulder.) "Do you remember the old fingerpost—on the Hawkhurst road?” Barnabas (leaning toward her eagerly). "Yes —do you mean—Oh, Cleone—?” (To Be Continued)

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FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS

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BOOTS AND HER BUDDIES

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TARZAN AND THE CITY OF GOLD

“Are the men of Athne like me?” asked Tarzan. “Are their weapons like my weapons? Look at them, lying over there in the comer.” Even the elder officer seeemd interested at this, and they examined the weapons of the ape-man with much curiosity.

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At a command a soldier brought forward Tarzan's spear, bow, quiver of arrows, the grass rope, and the knife. The officers examined them one by one, carefully. “What do you suppose this thing is for, Gemnon?” the cruel-faced officer asked his younger companion.

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After examining Tarzan’s bow with much curiosity, Gemnon, the junior Cathnean officer, remarked: “Probably ’tis a snare for small animals, for 'twould be useless against anything large.” “Let me take it.” suggested Tarzan. “I will show you how it is used.”

—Bv Edgar Rice Burroughs

As the younger officer handed Tarzan the bow, Tomos warned, “Be careful, Gemnon, this may be a trick to get possession of a weapon with which to kill us.” Tarzan glanced about the room as he took an arrow from the quiver, t

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