Indianapolis Times, Volume 46, Number 81, Indianapolis, Marion County, 14 August 1934 — Page 15

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The Amateur Gentleman ■■"““"By Jeffrey Farnol

RIGIM Hflt TODAT t>***rir.lro to Mp sntiirn. fUrnao** tf.tr r*< *: rtng an ;r,brr.umc* of *e**n hundred tho’.**‘o I trnr.rlt w' o’.*, for lond'in. H. I*lh#r B ■ - rr Etc h Cham *h,o rr. ter MW*** !]}.?• trained r-r '•*..* FT*r.* in<J N* tv * *o farmer th.T.c.3a. #titi ct father Jr .t-.r- ,r| to l/r.don. tr;r Birjt char*** hit * rname *o B*r*r,*y. He • •; • . captain *.-.' hr *. .r. v<v.r.| H - > ? - Mortimer Cars*- La “l*. C :*'.*■* M*r*<l.th. >f > - > he.* Mon "n*r Sr. * ft*t dtjfl aa a e—• of r*"'* on *o ’ft* r.rl. f->.#*, t P**rbv 0 :wn*r r ,T7-r- a .a.'t. and bi-s a home ‘ H* • -*'* Chtcr**'*r ft rnf*. , w- ...... Ronald BarrvfcrMher of ladv Cleon* !:o i . m at Ja.r'r Ga.r.t. ft R* rr rrorotteft Ladr C.*on he Will ■:1 h*r hro'her. . •Ye f.. r* *o In lore •.th Laov r>n-, pro’**** pointing **3l that Barrcrr* n* \ r snaO** hav* ca .**<l him to h. oatrac red bv W>r don aocietv N*v*rE**r>v forr ft conference v.’n o*':r.t ho r*f .sea h.a offer to pv B *.NOW* C,o'ON W ITH THE ftTOET INSTALLMENT SEVENTY-NINE i Continued “Dearest of Sisters —I was unable to keep the appointment I begzed for in my last, owing to a sudden indisposition, and. though better now, I am still ailing. I fear my many m; fortunes are rapidly undermining my health, and sometimes I sigh for death and oblivion. But, dearest Cleone, I forbid you to grieve for me, I am man enough, I hope, to endure my miseries uncomplainingly, as a man and a gentleman should. Chichester, with his unfailing kindness, has offered me an asylum at his country place near Hcadcom, where I hope to regain something of my wonted health. But for Chicester I tremble to thfnk what would have been my fate long before this. At Headcom I shall at least be nearer you. mv best of sisters, and it is my hope that you may be persuaded to steal away now* and then, to spend an hour with two lonely burhelors, and cheer a brothers solitude. Ah, Cleone! Chichester 's devotion to you is touching, such patient adoration must in time meet with its reward. All women are more or less selfish. Oh, Cleone, be the exception and give my friend the answer he seeks, the answer he has sought of you already, the answer which to your despairing brother means more than you can ever guess, the answer whereby you ran fulfill the promise you gave our dying mother to help. “Your unfortunate brother. “RONALD BARRYMAINE.” a a a INSTALLMENT EIGHTY NOW, as he finished reading, Barnabas frowned, tore the letter across in sudden fury, and looked up to find Cleone frowning also: “You have torn my letter!” “Abominable!” said Barnabas fiercely. “How dared you?’* * It is the letter of a coward and weakling!” “My brother, sir!” “Half-brother.” “And you insult him!” •He would sell you to a—” Barnabas choked. “Mr. Chichester is my brother's Inend.” “His enemy!” “And poor Ronald is sick—” “With brandy!” •*Oh—not that!” she cried sharply- "not that!” “Didn't you know?” "I only dreaded it. His father—died of it. Oh, sir—oh. Barnabas! there Is no one else who will help him—save him from —that! You will try'- won't you?” “Yes.” said Barnabas, setting his jaw, “no one can help a man against his will, but I'll try. And I ask you to remember that if I succeed or not. I shall never expect any recompense from you. never!” “tJnless, Barnabas—” said Cleone softly. “Unless—oh, Cleone. unless you should—some day learn to —love me—just a little, Cleone?”

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This Curious World Ferguson

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•Would—just a little, satisfy you?” “No.” said Barnabas, "no, I want you all—ail—all. Oh, Cleone, will you marry me?” ‘You are very persistent, sir, and I must go.” “Not yet—pray not yet.” • Please, Barnabas. I would not care to see Mr. Chichester —tonight.” “No," sighed Barnabas, “you must go. But first—will you—?” “Not again, Bamaeas!” And she gave him her two hands. So he topped and kissed them instead— Then she turned and left him. But when she had gone but a little way she paused and spoke to him over her shoulder: “Will you—write to me—sometimes?” • Oh—may I?” “Please, Barnabas —to tell mo of —my brother.” “And when can I see you again?” “Ah. who can tell?” she answered. And so. smiling little, blushing a little, she hastened away. 0 0 0 BARNABAS heard again that soft sound that was like the faint jingle of spurs, the leaves of the hedge rustled, and out into the moonlight stepped a tall figure, wild of aspect, bareheaded and bare of foot. “Oh, Barnaby Bright, Barnaby Bright, The moon's awake, and shines all night!” "Do you remember, Barnaby Bright, how I foretold we should meet again—under an orbed moon? Was I not right? She's fair, Barnaby, and passing fair, and very proud—but all good, beautiful women are proud, and hard in the winning—oh, I know! Billy Button knows! So I followed you, Barnaby Bright, I came to warn you of the shadow—it grows blacker every day —back there in the great city, waiting for you, Barnaby Bright, to smother you—to quench hope and light, and life itself. But I shall be there —and she. Aha! She shall forget all things then—even her pride. “Shadows have their uses, Barnaby, even the blackest. I came a long way—oh. I followed you. But poor Billy is never weary, the Wise Ones bear him up in their arms sometimes. So I followed you—and another, also, though he didn't know it. Oho! would you see me conjure you a spurt from the leaves yonder—ah! but an evil spirit, this! Shall I? Watch now! See, thus I set my feet! Thus I lift my arms to the moon!” So saying, the speaker flung up his long arms, and with his gaze fixed upon a certain part of the hedge, lifted his voice and spoke: “Oho. lurking spirit among the shadows! Ho! come forth, I summon ye. The dew is thick amid the leaves, and dew* is an evil thing for purple and fine linen. Oho, stand forth, I bid ye.” ana THERE followed a moment's utter silence, then—another rustle amid the leaves, and Mr. Chicester stepped out from the shadows. "Ah, sir." said Barnabas, consulting his watch, “you are just twentythree minutes before your time. Nevertheless you are, I think, too late.” Mr. Chicester glanced at Barnabas from head to foot. and. observing his smile, Barnabas clenched his firsts. “Too late, sir?" repeated Mr. Chicester softly, shaking his head, “no —indeed I think not. Howbeit there are times and occasions when solitude appeals to me; this is one. Pray, therefore, be good enough to——go. and—ah—take your barefooted friend with you.” “None the less, sir.” said Barnabas. beginning to smile, “I fear I must inflict myself upon you a moment longer, to warn you that I—” (To Be Continued)

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TARZAN AND THE CITY OF GOLD

Sleep overcame the ape-man’s physical discomforts in his cell while he was speculating what, the savage queen would order done with him. . . . To the south another Jungle beast crouched in a rocky ledge's shelter while the storm that had betrayed Tarzan to new enemies wasted its wrath.

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As the new day dawned, the lion arose and stepped out into the bright sunlight. It was the great lion with the golden coat and black mane that we have seen before. He sniffed the morning air, stretched, yawned, and looked about over the vast domain, his tail twitching nervously.

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“So you are a wild man!” Phobeg demanded. “How wild are you?” Tarzan turned slowly toward the speaker, recognizing thinly-veiled sarcasm ir. Phobeg's voice. For the first time he saw his companion in the light of day. And what he saw caused him to pause and consider before ha answered Fhobeg.

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“With my bare hands,” boasted Phobeg, “I taka men like this, by the head and neck. Then crack! Their spinas, break. Did you ever see a man like me?” “No,” admitted the ape-man. It was then four warriors came and swung the door of the cell open. “Come with us,” said a guard, “both of you.” v

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