Indianapolis Times, Volume 46, Number 82, Indianapolis, Marion County, 15 August 1934 — Page 17

AUG. 15, 1931

The Amateur Gentleman Jeffrey Farnol' 1 ,||IB

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; figure beneath the finger-post, galloped away London-ward. Now. had It been possible for a 1 worn and decrepit finger-post to be endued with the faculty of motion j <which, in itself. i3 a ridiculous thought, of course), it is probable that this particular one would have I tom itself up bodily, and hastened j desperately after Barnabas to point j him away—away, east or west, or ; north or south—anywhere, so long as it was far enough from him who | stood so very still, and who stared w ith such eye3 so long upon the ; moon, with his right hand still hid- : den in his breast, while the vivid mark glowed, and glowed upon the pallor of his cheek. The fifteenth of July was approaching and the Polite World, the World of Fashion, w as stirred to its ; politest depths. In the clubs spec- , ulation was rife, the hourly condi- : non of horses and riders was disbursed gravely and at length, while berting-books fluttered everywhere. Even that other and greater world, which is neither fashionable nor ' polite—being too busy gaining the j wherewithal to exist —even in fetid j lanes and teeming streets, in dingy ' offices and dingier places still, the same excitement prevailed; busy men forgot their business awhile; crouching clrrks straightened their stooping backs, became for the nonce fabulously rich, and airily bet each other vast sums that Carnaby's Clasher would do it in a canter, that Viscount Devenham's Moonraker would have it in a walk-over, that the Marquis of Jerningham's Clinker would leave t te field nowhere, and that Captain Slingsby’s Rascal would run away with it. . Thus, then, the perspicacious waiter at the George who. it will be remembered, on his own avowal usuI ally kept his eyes and ears op°n, j and could, therefore, see as far through a brick wall as most, knew at once that the tall young gentleman in the violet coat witti silver buttons, the buckled hat and glossy Hessians, whose sprigged waistcoat and tortuous cravat were wonders among their kind, was none other than a certain Mr. Beverley, who had succeeded in entering his horse at the last possible moment. a a a npHEBEFORE the perspicacous waiter viewed Barnabas with the eye of reverence, his back was subservient, and his napkin eloquent of eager service. "A chair, sir!" Here a flick of the officious napkin. “Now shall be say a chop, sir?” Here a smiling obeisance. "Or shall we make it a steak, sir—cut thick, sir—medium done, and with—” “No, thank you,” said Barnabas, laying aside hat and cane. "No, sir? Very good, sir! Certainly not. sir! A cut o’ b'iled beef might suit, p'raps—with carrots? or shall we say—” "Neither, thank you. but you can bring me a bottle of Burgundy and the Gazette.” "Burgundy, sir—Gazette? Certainly, sir—” “And—l’m expecting a gentleman here of the name of Smiwle —” "Certainly, sir! Burgundy, Gazette. Gent name of Sniffle, yessir! Hanything else, sir?” "Yes, I should like pens and ink and paper.” "Yessir—himmediately, sir.” Hereupon, and with many and divers bows and flicks of the napkin, the I waiter proceeded to set out the arti--1 clea in question, which done, he flicked himself out of the room. So, in a while, Barnabas took pen and paper, and began the following letter: • (To Be Continued)

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-He does not greatly resemble an Athnean, our hereditary enemies,” commented Erot. “I am not,” said Tarzan. “Silence!” commanded Tomos. “Why should I be silent?” demanded Tarzan. “There is none other to speak for me than myself; therefore I shall speak for myself.”

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—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

“The man is guilty!” cried Tomos. He shall be destroyed as Queen Nemone thinks best.” As he ceased speaking, a door at one end of the room opened and a noble resplendent in ivory and gold stepped into the chamber. “The queen!" he announced in a loud voice and then stepped aside.

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