Indianapolis Times, Volume 46, Number 84, Indianapolis, Marion County, 17 August 1934 — Page 25

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The Amateur Gentleman Jeffrey Farnol~~

nrc.i* Hmr tod at to f-*coisi(t * Brr -.' B*r*% *Ur r*r*!rtfc n inheritance l *wa h-us4rel thoti*ar. p-- ->•* v‘ ■: for t/wtdon H. father Jr.hn p.-' f —" Eral.ah ehmc:on. • r.ip cr.j* &tt ter opwiaea the ipn. *n">. tr* - - b* to ■ 9tffnt artl Nit tv 8e.., ino * —.*r chatrcim be** a hi* father In • f.*ht. _ . Jei;rn*‘ 'i t ;/-'r,n. iw;r Ear v chan*. * aurr.amt to jww. He •h r Cl Btl - IIM P> i . ' --T s.r Mt timer f tad Cleone Shrjditl H* f:: !n >v :th Ladv Cleone end tiof> <5 - siirt r-*r tr. f..t u ..• -* rs pr-tertion *o ttoi rtrL B, -# * -y,- ■ Pe-erbr i for—r r'ic"*r u i .>t. ir.d bun a home Ir. Ix pr' -r. He .rrtrwi Chtfheater. a *-o •*<. ir.f rer.ce r>\et RonaM Rarrrrr %.r. tr'- " -f I-idr Clon* who :• Jr. the rU."ehe* of Ja*D*r a W.r"nt - *•* tartr r>o r .e he will * * r ■ 5 IUJ tV 4 * r rr.o no. mint out that Barrvm.r uraradf! ha-e cauaetl h:m to h. • : l*ti *£- t>. f-fes * conference a • . Oa-.r.t o rtf ,s hi* Offer to pit I NOW f.O ON WITH THE STOUT INSTALLMENT EIGHTY-TWO 'Continued! "Not look you. sir.” said he slowly. and with a menace in his eyes, “when I trouble to ask a question, I expect an answer —” Alas, sir—even your expectations mav occasionally be disappointed, said Barnabas, beginning to smile •ggresitrely. "But, as to my resources, I do not lack for money, and am ready, here and now. to lay you, or any one else, a thousand guineas that I shall be one of the first three to pass the winning-post on the fifteenth." Sir Mortimers frown grew more ominous the flush deepened in his cheeks, and his powerful rieht hand 'lenched itself, then he laughed. ' "Egad! you have plenty of asluranct*. sir. It is just possible that you may have ridden—now and then?” "Sufficiently to knowone end of a from the other, sir,” retorted Barnabas, his smile rather grim. "And you are willing to bet a thousand guineas that you ride third among all the best riders in the three kingdoms, are you?” • No, sir,” said Barnabas, shaking his h**ad. "the bet*was a rash one—l humblv beg leave to withdraw it. Instead, I will bet five thousand guineas that I pass the winningpost, before you do. Sir Mortimer ” Carnaby's smile vanished, and he stared up at ealm-eved Barnabas in open-mouthed astonishment. “You’re not mad. are you?” he demanded at last, his red under-lip curling. "Sir.” said Barnabas, taking out his memorandum, "it is now your turn to answer. Do you take my bet'*” • Take it'" cried Mortimer fiercely, “yes I’ll double it—make it ten thousand guineas, sir!" "Fifteen if you wish,” said Barnabas. his pencil poised. “No. bv Gad; but I'll add another five and make it an even twenty thousand '* "May I suggest you double Instead. and make it thirty?” inquired Barnabas. "Ha!—may I venture to ask how much higher you are prepared to go?” • Why. sir.” said Barnabas thoughtfully. I have some odd six hundred thousand pounds, and I am prepared to risk—a half.” "Vastly fine, sir!” laughed Sir Mortimer, "why not put It at a round million and have done with It. No, egad' I want something more than your word ” "You might inquire of my bankers." Barnabas suggested. a an "'THVENTY THOUSAND will suit I me very well, sir!" nodded Sir Mortimer. "Then you take me at that figure, Sir Mortimer?” "Yes. I bet you twenty thousand guineas that you do not pass the winning-post ahead of me! And what s more—non-starters to forfeit their money! Oh, egad—l'll take you'” • And I also.” said Mr. Chichester. cDenma his betting-book. "Gentl®-

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i men. you are all witness of the bet. Conje. Viscount Slingsby here a good money going a-begging—why not gather it in—eh. Marquis?” But the trio sat very silent, so that the scratch of Sir Mortimer’s pencil could be plainly heard as he duly registered his bet, which done, he turned his attention to Barnabas. "Hum,” said he musingly, ‘‘it sticks in my mind that I have seen you—somewhere or other, before we met at Sir Oeorge Annersley's. Perhaps you will tell me where?” With pleasure, sir,” answered Barnabas, putting away his memorandum book, "it was in Annersley Wood, rather early in the morning. And you wore—” "Annersley—Wood!” Sir Mortimer's careless, lounging air vanished, and he stared at Barnabas with dilating eyes. "And you wore, I remember, a bottle-green coat, which I had the misfortune to tear, sir.” And here there fell a silence, once more, but ominous now, and full of menace; a pregnant stillness, wHerein the viscount sat leaned forward, his hands clutching his chair-arms, his gaze fixed upon Barnabas; as for the marquis, he had taken out his snuff and, in his preoccupation, came very nearly inhaling a pinch; which Captain Slingsby sat openmouthed. Then, all at once. Sir Mortimer was on his feet and had caught up a heavy riding-whip, and thus he and Barnabas fronted each other, eye to eye—each utterly still, yet very much on the aleart. ana INSTALLMENT EIGHTY-THREE BUT now upon this tense silence came the soft, smooth tones of Mr Chichester: "Pray, Mr. Beverley, may I speak a word with you—in private?” "If the company will excuse us.” Barnabas replied; whereupon Mr. Chichester rose and led the way into the adjoining room. and. closing the door, took a folded letter from his pocket. "Sir.” said he. “I would remind you that the last time we met. you warned me—indeed you have a weakness for warning people, it seems—you also threatened me that unless i agreed to—certain conditions. you would dispossess me of my inheritance —” "And I repeat it,” said Barnabas. "Oh. sir. save your breath and listen.” smiled Mr. Chichester, "for let me tell you, threats beget threats, and warnings, warnings! Here is one, which I think—yes, which I venture to think you will heed ” So saying, he unfolded the letter and laid it upon the table. Barnabas glanced at it, hesitated, then stooping, read as follows: "Dear .Lady Cleone —I write this to warn you that the person calling himself Mr. Beverley, and posing as a gentleman of wealth and breeding, is, in reality, nothing better than a rich vulgarian, one Barnabas Baity, son of a country innkeeper. The truth of which shall be proved to your complete satisfaction whenever you will, by "Yours always humbly to command, WILFRED CHICHESTER.” Now when he had finished reading. Barnabas sank down into a chair, and, leaning his elbow upon the table, hid his face between his hands; seeing which, Mr. Chichester laughed softly.and taking up the letter, turned to the door. "Sir." said lie. “as I mentioned before, therats beget threats. Now, —you move, and I move. I tell you, if you presume to interfere with me again in any way.—or with my future plans in any way. then, in that same hour, Cleone shall know you for the impudent impostor you are!” So Mr. Chichester laughed again, and laid his hand upon the latch of the door. But Barnabas sat rigid, and did not move or lift his heavy head even when the door opened and closed and he knew' he was alone. (To Be Continued)

OUR BOARDING HOUSE

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TARZAN AND THE CITY OF GOLD

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E’ raged because Tarzan had not knelt before Nemone, Tomos continued, “He is an impudent, ignorant savage, my queen; but as he is about to die, his actions are of no consequence." “Why is he about to die?" demanded Nemone.

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“He is to die because he came here in the dead of night to assassinate your majesty," explained To.nos; “the manner of his death rests, of course, in the hands of our gracious queen.” Nemone tv.rned her gaze full-upon Tarzan of the Apes.

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Nemone’s eyes, veiled behind long lashes, appraised the ape-man, lingering upon his bronzed skin and the rolling contours of his muscles; then rising to his handsome face until her eyes met his. “Why did you not kneel?” she asked. And fearlessly Tarzan answered.

—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

“Why should I kneel to you who they have said will have me killed?" demanded the ape-man. “Why should I kneel to you who are not my queen? Why should I. Tarzan of the Apes, who kneels to no one. kneel to you?” “Silence!” cried Tomos. “Or ... !”

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