Indianapolis Times, Volume 46, Number 80, Indianapolis, Marion County, 13 August 1934 — Page 13

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The Amateur Gentleman

*By Jeffrey Farnol*

nrr.i>T nr nr today TVt*rmin*<l u> bfrom* * *<T,t>rr.n, nrr.*-- Bsrtv. ft*r r*-*irlc* an :n----of *<trrn hvr.'lr.d tho'isar.d Pound* o'.t for tendon K. father M n Da• t t rmrr Erf • < imp on- • Hip t>T,** fighter. ooDoif* U* son. *ho. wmi pad Natty 8 .. .v> a former cha;:.s;on. tr f* L-* father In a (lit, * Jf .rr.- ry *o lyjr.dor., rour.y Bar’v Chinn ■ nama to Bfttrlft He • r n'j.n th. Br r . • O';. * V;*t •• H> a:to BrUaiti Sir Morttruer Can at -a and I dr r -- Mrd th. Hr fa::* in • * " i ladr O :ie and *.-• s.i M r: re* r a fut duel aa a • -re r.f r r-.*-e*iOr to the g.rl Be-e-e. e- . Peterb* * fonrep poacher aa a uiet, and burs a horns Ir. I/>r.dr.r. H encounter* Ch!ch**ter. a rcc ;e. . Ronald Barry* ■■ IS tho eh; e he* of Jasper Oaur.t. a money lender . _ Or rh oromtre* Lady C>o .e he will Ms bet . _ The s < also 1n lo- e or th Ladr C.eone pu ■<•< lou.fr.i out tha: Bsrrrmatne’a have n,v<l k m to he o*fracked or London aoeietv. Never* the>T Re . ->y force* a conference *tth o ,nt aho ref .jet hta offer to pay Barrvmaire * deb* NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY INSTALLMENT r JVENTY-NINE i Cop * jed • Now b-ing ol* .<1 having looked upon many divers mm and women in its Go-, it is to be supposed that the ancient finger-post took more or less interest in such things as chanced in its immediate vicinity and was not in the least surprised to see Barnabas start forward. bareheaded, to meet her who came swift and light of foot; to see her pause before h;m, quick-breath-ing. blushing, sighing, trembling; to see how glance met glance; to sec turn stoop to kiss the hand she gave kim and all—without a word. “I began to fear you wouldn’t come," said Barnabas, finding voice at last. • But tonight is—Barnaby Bright, and the prophecy must be fulfilled, sir. And—oh, how wonderful the moon is!” Now, lifting her head to look at it, her hood must needs take occasion to slip back upon her shoulders, as if eager to reveal her loveliness—the high beauty of her face, the smooth round column of her throat, and the shining wonder of her hair. “Cleone—how beautiful you are!” And here ensued another silence while Cleone gazed up at the moon, and Barnabas at Cl-onc. ‘Cleone, when will you—marry me?” Now here my lady stole a quick glance at him. and immediately looked up at the moon again, because the eyes that could bum so fiercely could hold such ineffable tenderness also. “You are very—impetuous, I think.” she sighed. * But I—love you,” said Barnabas, “not only for your beauty, but because you are Cleone. and there is no one else in the world like you. But, because I love you so much, it —it is very hard to tell you of it. If I could only put it into finesoundmg phrases—” •■Don’t” said my lady quickly, and laid a slender ‘though very imperious* finger upon his lips. “Why?” Barnabas inquired, very projierly kissing the finger and holding it there. "Because I grow tired of fine phrases and empty compliments, and because, sir—” “Have you forgotten that my name is Barnabas?” he demanded, kissing the captive finger again, whereupon it struggled—though very feebly, to bp sure. “And because, Barnabas, you would be breaking your word.” “How?" “You must only tell me—that, when ’the sun is shining, and friends are within call,’—have you forgotten your own words so soon?” a a a NOW. as she spoke. Barnabas beheld the dimple—that most edusive dimple, that came and went and came again, beside the scarlet lure of her mouth. But here, seeing the glowing intensity of his gaze, becoming aware of the string, cotnjielling arm about her. feeling the quiver of the hand

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This Curious World Ferguson

TO AT A PASTER RATE F/SH.t ( , _X> AS >OU GET FARTHER AND FARTHER PAST A LAMP POST/

AFTER making a careful study of ants and their speeds at varying temperatures, it is possible to come within one degree of the correct temperature, merely by determining the rate at which the ants are moving. Even a shadow, falling on a column of marching ants, slows them down. • • • NEXT—Why was Giordano Bruno, Italian philosopher, burned?

| that held her own, lo! in that inj my lady, with her sly bewitchments, her coquettish airs and graces, was gone, and in her place | was the maid-quick-breathing. blushing, trembling, all in a mo* ' ment. ’ Ah. no!” she pleaded. ‘ Barnabas, no!” Then Barnabas sighed, loosed ins clasp—but behold! the dimple i was peeping at him again. And in I that moment he caught her close, : and thus, for the first time, their j lips met. Oh. privileged finger-post to have witnessed that first kiss! “Cleone!” •Oh!” she whispered, “why—why did you?” Because I love you!” ‘No other man ever dared to—" ‘Heaven be praised'” ‘Upon—the mouth!” she added. ; her face still hidden. "Then I have set my seal upon "And now—am I—immaculate?” ‘Oh—forgive me!” "No!” ‘ Look at me.” “No!” Are you angry?” ’ Yes, I—think I am, Barnabas—- ; oh. very!” Forgive me!” said Barnabas again. a a a 1 r’TRST,” said my lady, throwing -T up her head, “am I—heartless and a—coquette?” No, indeed, no! Oh, Cleone, is it possible you could learn to — love me, in time?” “I—don’t know.” “Some day, Cleone?” “I—l didn't come to answer—idle questions, sir,” says my lady, suddenly demure. “It must be nearly ! half-past nine—l must go. I forI got to tell you—Mr. Chichester is | coming to meet me tonight—” “To meet you? Where?” deI manded Barnabas, fierce-eyed all at once. “Here. Barnabas. But don't look so—so murderous!” “Chichester—here!” “At a quarter to ten. Barnabas. That is why I must go at—halfpast nine—Barnabas, stop! Oh, Barnabas, you're crushing me! Not again, sir—l forbid you—please, Barnabas!” So Barnabas loosed her, albeit regretfully, and stood watching while she dexterously twisted, and smoothed, and patted her shining hair into some semblance of order; and while so doing, she berated him, on this wise: “Indeed, sir, but you’re horribly strong. And very hasty. And your hands are very large. And a fear you have a dreadful temper. And I know my hair is all anyhow—isn't it?” “It is beautiful!” sighed Barnabas. “Mm! You told me that in Annersley Wood, sir.” “You haven't forgotten, then?” “Oh, no,” answered Cleone. shaking her head, “but I would have you more original, you see —so many men have told me that. Today. I received a letter from Ronald, He writes that he has Ween ill, but is better. And yet, I fear, he must be very weak still, for oh! it's such poor, shaky writing. Was he very ill when you saw ! him?” “No.” answered Barnabas. “Here is the letter —will you read it? You see, I have no one who will talk to me about poor Ronald, no one seems to have any pity for him—not even my dear Tyrant.” “But, you will always have me, Cleone r* “Always. Barnabas?” “Always.” So Barnabas took Ronald Barrymaine's letter, and opening it, saw that it was indped scrawled in rharacters so shaky as to be sometimes almost illegible: but, holding it in the light of the moon, he read as follows: (To Be Continued)

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TARZAN AND THE CITY OF GOLD

Tarzan lost no time in starting to investigate his prison. He felt carefully over the stone walls’ surface, approaching closer and closer to his as yet unseen fellow prisoner. At last a voice sounded through the darkness, demanding, “What are you doing?"

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“Who are you? When they brought you in I saw by their torches you were neither Cathnean nor an Athnean. We might as well be friends. My name is Phobeg," said the man; “what's yours?" “Tarzan.” replied the ape-man.

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“We keep no white men prisoners. So you will be killed to furnish a pleasurable break in the monotony of the queen's life. Nemone is the most beautiful woman in the world; but,” and Phobeg lowered his voice to a whisper, “our Queen Is a she-Satan.”

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