Indianapolis Times, Volume 46, Number 79, Indianapolis, Marion County, 11 August 1934 — Page 13

AUG. 11, 1934

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?hat ail the woes and ilia we suffer are but the necessary outcome of our own acts. Oh sir—young sir, in you and me. as in all other men. there lies a power that may help to make or mar the lives of our fellows, a mighty power, yet little dreamed of, and we call it Influence.’’ m m m SO. talking thus, they reached a gate. and. beyond the gate, a road, white beneath the moon, winding away between shadowy hedges. "You are for London, I fancy, young sir?” "Yes.” "Then we part here. But before I bid you God speed. I would know your name; mine is Darville—Ralph Darville.” "And mine, sir, is Barnabas — Beverley.” Beverley!" said the preacher, glancing up quickly, "of Ashleydown?" "Sir." said Barnabas, "surely they are all dead?” "True, true!” nodded the preacher. "the name is extinct. That is how the man—Chichester came into he inheritance. I knew the family well, years ago. The brothers died abroad, Robert, the elder, with his regiment in the peninshula, Francis, in battle at sea, and Joan — like my own poor Beatrix, was unhappy, and ran away, but she was never heard of again.” "And her name was Joan?” said Barnabas slowly, "Joan —Beverley? "Yes." "Sir, Joan Beverley was my mother! I took her name —Beverley—for a reason.” ' Your mother! Ah. I understand it now; you are greatv like her. at times, it was the resemblance that puzzled me before. But. sir—if Joan Beverley was your mother, why then ” "Then, Chichester has no right to the property?” "No!” "And—l have?” "If you can prove your descent.” "Yes” said Barnabas, "but—to whom?” "You must seek out a Mr. Gregory Dyke of Lincoln's Inn; he is the lawyer who administered the estate —” "Stay,” said Barnabas, "let me write it down.” "And now. young sir” said the preacher, when he had answered all the eager questions of Barnabas as fully as he might* "now, young sir, you know I have small cause to love the man—Chichester, but, remember, you are rich already, and if you take this heritage also, —he will be destitute.” "Sir.” raid Barnabas, frowning, "better one destitute and starving, than that many should be wretched, surely.” The preacher sighed and shook his head. "Young sir. good-by,” said he, "I have a feeling we may meet again, but life is very uncertain, therefore I would beg of you to rememebr this: as you are strong, be gentle: as you are rich, generous, and as you are young, wise. But. above all. be merciful, and strive to forgive wrongs.” So they clasped hands, then, sighing, the preacher turned and plodded on his lonely way. Therefore. Barnabas lifted his head, and glanced about him. but seeing no one. presently went his way, slow of foot and very thoughtful. mam INSTALLMENT SEVENTY-NINE THE hand sos Natty Bell's great watch were pointing to the hour of 9. what time Barnabas dismounted at the cross-roads, and tethering Four-legs, leaned his back against the ancient finger-post to wait the coming of Cleone. (To Be Continued)

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TARZAN AND THE CITY OF GOLD

On the wall at the far end a lion's head with open mouth hung near the ceiling. With what appeared but a single swift motion. Tarzan fitted the arrow to the bow, drew the feathered shaft to his shoulder and released it. There was a moments silence, then Tomos gave a sharp outcry.

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Surprise and applause broke from the soldiers at Tarzan's exhibition with his bow and arrow. But Tomos cried to them, “Take the thing away; it is not a safe weapon in the hands of an enemy.” The ape-man himself tossed the bow to the table. “Do the Athneans use this weapon?” he asked.

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When Tarzan was thrust into the prison, he saw by the torches’ light that there was another occupant. Left in darkness, he heard the soldiers’ foolsteps die away. He could hear his companion’s breathing and wondered with whom fate had cast him in this remote dungeon in the City of Gold.

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