Indianapolis Times, Volume 46, Number 86, Indianapolis, Marion County, 20 August 1934 — Page 13

AT'G. 20, 1931

The Amateur Gentleman

By Jeffrey Farnol

RM.IN HI Rf IOPAT Tv ■* • - r me a IMrr.iNii Brt after reeettin* an inheritance of men h indred thwiaar-d : a ' for '■ r - • HU Wb* r Rar< r rmer F t e r charr p on. 4 ion. r,O. * - Re a to a former charr.o.nn oe*ta fcti father In a flzht. _ j- ,rre :r,s to ,/*f (inn. nvirr Barte ej arc* ■ rta * smaroe to fi* r.'T H the i • A r.* H •• r He * Sir M'rt;mer ( ' Mfi li ' ;r. ■ ■ -n Litv Oor.e an<l bi’t P:r r? mer in a flat i'l aa t < .re 'f or-tftior. to the irl I ■ a forme? r t rr * a va.*t aid niti a home He err* i-'era CrTheater, a rof.ie. i.d Barrvrr a.r. rm-r.er of I-aC'' Cleone aho ;* |r tre r, .Thea of Ja*t>er Gw*nt. a ij- fjf v jrfidrr Hr r nrr.-ntaea Ladr C.roc# ha will § *r *rr m* .tn *n I**** Wtth L**W r r*r‘r - prova* pomtir.t os* that B*rrr- , *•* htT# cauiHl him to lr f*r,r. * ' '‘ * N r ' * t ## * rr’.v fnffh| % v • f; a • >r> rrf jvi hi* offer to oay Ba.-r-tr.air.a a debt NOW 1,0 ON WITH TITF. STORT INSTALLMENT Elf > HTY - FOUR • Continued* “Sarvent. sir—name o’ Jerry Turkrr. late Bo sun. Bully-Sawyer,* Seventy-four; come aboard with despatches from his Honor Capn Chumly and my Lady Cleone Mered:’h. To see Mr. Barnabas Bever]rv. esquire. To give these here dispatches into Mr. Beverley Esquire's own 'and. Them’s my orders, sir. "Certainly. Bosun." said Peterby; itr.d. to the Gentleman-ln-Pnwer, his bo-.v was impressive; pray step this way.” So the BoVun, treading as softly ft- his wooden leg would allow, Ftumped after him upstairs and along a thickly carpeted corridor,to n certain curtained door upon which j I >d. and theren. r, er opining, motioned the Bo'sun to enter. It was a small and equLsitely furnished. yet comfortable room, whose luxurious appointments—the rich hangings, the rugs upon the floor, the pictures adorning the walls—one and all bore evidence to the r. re taste, the fine judgment of thus one-time poacher of rabbits, this quiet-voiced man with the quick, bright eyrs. and the subtly humorous mouth.

But. just now. John Peterby was utterly serious as he glanced across to where, bowed down across the writing-table, his head pillowred upon his arms, his whole attitude one of weary, hopeless dejection, sat Barnabas Beverley, esquire. A pen' was in his lax fingers, while upon the table and littering the floor were many sheets of paper, some half covered with close writing, some crumpled and torn, some again braiing little more than a name; but in each and every case the name was always the same. Thus, John Peterby. seeing this drooping, youthful figure, sighed and shook his head, and went out, closing the door behind him. -Is that you. John?" inquired Bunabas. with bowed head. •No. sir, axing your pardon, it be only me. Jerry Tucker, Bosun—-•Bully-Sawyer.’ Seventy—” Bosun!" With the word Barnabas was upon his feet. “Why, Bosun.” he cried, wringing the sailor’s hand, “how glad I am to sec you!” “Mr. Beverley, sir.” began the Bosun, red-faced and diffident by reason of the warmth of his reception. “I've come aboard with despatches. sir. I bring you a letter from his honor the cap'n. from 'er grace the duchess, and from Lady Cieone, God bless her!” a a a • a LETTER from—her!” Then ■aV taking the letters in hands that were strangely unsteady. Barnabas crossed to the window, and breaking the seal of a certain one, read this: “Dear Mr. Barnabas <the ‘Bever|ev' crossed out >—Her grace, my dear

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This Curious World Ferguson

|y WKKHN6 IMM M PMHT, AAEN FIRST CONCEIVED THE IDEA OP STEERING . “-EJi loin own* OOOOEOO HHfete. €C€CT(3IC PANS DO NOT LOWER. THE TEMPERATURE ** c■— ~ -c Q? A ROOM/ THEY AA/SS IT/

THE elephant s trunk is an elongation of the nose, and although it has many purposes not usually performed by that organ, it can not be used for sucking up drinking water direct to the throat. The water is Bucked up into the trunk for a foot or ao and then blown into the mouth. • • • NEXT—How do squids change color? *

god-mother, having bullied my poor tyrant out of the house, and quarrelled with me until she is tired, has now fixed her mind upon you. She therefore orders her dutiful goddaughter to write you these, hoping *hat therrbv you may be Induced to yield yourself a willing slave to her caprices and come down here for a few days. Though the very dearest and best of women, my god-mother, as you mav remember, possesses a tongue, therefore —be warned, sir! My tyrant at this precise moment sits in the round house.’ whither he has retreated to solace his ruffled feelings with tobacco. So. I repeat, sir be warned! And yet, though indeed. 't is strange, and passing strange she speaks of you often, and seem s to hold you in her kind regard. But, for all that, do not be misled, sir; for the duchess is always the duchess—even to poor me. A while ago, she insisted on playing a game of chess; as I write the pieces lie scattered on the floor. I shan't pick them up—why should I? So you see her grace is quite herself today. Nevertheless, should you determine to run the risk, you will, I think, find a welcome awaiting you from, "Yours, dear sir. 'CLEONE MEREDITH. • P S —The Bo sun assures me the moon will last another week.” This postscript Master Barnabas must needs read three times over, and then, quick and furtive, press the letter to his lips ere he thrust it into his bosom, and opened and read the captain's: "The Gables, "Hawkhurst, "Written* in the Roundhouse. ‘‘June 29. 18—. ’My Dear Beverleigh How Is Fashion and the Modish World? as trivial as usual, I'll warant me. The latest sensation, I believe, is cossack trousers—have you tried ’em yet? But to come to my mutton, as the Mounseers say.

“The duchess of Camberhurst, having honored m.v house with her presence—and consequently set it in an uproar, I am constantly running foul of her, though more often she is falling aboard of me. To put it plainly, what with cross-currents, head-seas and shifting winds that come down suddenly and blow great guns from every point of Jhe compass, I am continually finding myself taken all a-back, as it were, and since it is quite impossible to bring | to and ride it out, am consequently | forced to go about and run for it, and continually pooped, even then —for a woman's tongue is, I'm sure, worse than any following sea. “Hence, my sweet Clo, with her j unfailing solicitude for me, having observed me flying signals of dis- • tress, has contrived to put it into my head that your presence might have a calming Therefore, my dear boy, if you can manage to least off the grapples of the Polite World for a few days, to run down here and she Per a battered old hulk i under your lee, I shall be proud to have you as my guest. “Yours faithfully to serve, “JOHN CHUMLY. “P. S.—Pray bring your valet; you will need him. her grace Insists on dressing for dinner. Likewise, my Trafalgar coat begins to need j skilled patching, here and there; it is getting beyond the bosun.” a an T TERE again Barnabas must needs pause to read over certain of the captainss scrawling characters, and anew light was in his eyes as he broke the seal of her Grace's epistle. (To Be Continued)

OUR BOARDING HOUSE

HSO I TOLD TVAt. TVAATTS UINWTRE: LOOKS UKE^ NfcLL .YOU TAAAfc THt j|| CMUMP IN THE EEAwCH MAN EAS\tR ~A \eo-VOOTER— ANO If LIST;k PUSH-CXER OVER TO HAWAII—- Jf *£££ UvTOKTANTj JaILTREeI 1\ 4 w E u L Jbo ! UO SEAEjON/--* WhcN . X I—n-MES at a. a past If THE DOVER HOUSE-] LAM,MTER ■ AAV HOUDAV N OUT THE ITH HAFVtST, I hAY ESTATE IN SCOTLkNTXY. "BAIT, AND SEE \F ] "BEFORE HE OR A GROUSE SHOOT I \ up. GOES FOR nI J BELLOWS

FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS

r THANK HEAVEN ("THE ) T tT'S PRETTY HARD TO GET FIRE HAS DIED? I ENOUGH AIR THROUGH A SLENDEP COULDN'T HAVE Jf n”S VhOLIOW WEED! NTY LUNGS WERE HELD OUT MUCH ff NOV/, . ) ABOUT TO BURST AND I HAD LONGER.' U \ FRECKLES? / ALL I COULD DO TO KEEP jr*C I J HOW DO from being swept away jI i ' .. . if

WASHINGTON TUBBS II

f WELL 80YS, IT LOOKS LIKE MR. SHOO/ \ WE'LL THlMk\ f /'TLICQC f) HEY, BAXTER fN BOARDMAn’LL BE ABLE to SLEEP fM I 'AT OF SOMETHING / ‘ vLTT.U/, * I WHAT IN HECK'S SPITE OF THE FROGS. HE'S STUFFED, i WON’T /MEW TO CRAB WCJTTID I /THE IDEA OF IS—. COTTON IN HIS EARS. HELP. aFOUT. 2 V TELL YA? / THIS MOSQUITO v — iN MY ROOM 7

ALLEY OOP

MY HEAD 1 RUBBED - AND IT DID,TOO.' ) „ , IT MIMICS EVERYTHING I DO! / ) NOW, A STUNT ILL TRY. THAT ONCE. J L * \ ‘ I SAW - I'LL BUST MYSELF /XM/2 <T> n SC'' %

BOOTS AND HER BUDDIES

VIYU. TVERY'b TWXKXb TSO SMiYVA. PROYIAfcYV XIMP OOVON MV GO OOtQ N'eEE. RONNIE'S MOTHER. THPOAT ,OR P.YFU6Y T'>YY. MY. BUT,

TARZAN AND THE CITY OF GOLD

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Tarzan answered the Queen, “I have already explained twice to that old man with the red face how I got here.” He nodded in the direction of Tomos. “Ask him. I am tired of explaining to people who have already decided to kill me.' Tome* trembled with rage.

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He drew his dagger-like sword. He cried, “Let me wipe out the affront he has put upon my beloved ryler.” Nemone had flushed angrily at Tarzan's words, but she did not lose control of herself. “Sheathe your sword, Tomos," she commanded icily.

—By. Ahern

WHAT ARE WE DOING, i "\. 6, / WAS HE NEAR ) \ ( SITTING HERE CABBING, AND k. if YOU, BY THAT ) [A!- j POOR NUTTY STILL DOWN i]jtS ROCK? THERE/SUCKING ON LITTLE MORE THAN fT x T\ U IKb, \\J J , . 1 7l 'ill

OUT OUR WAY

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/TCANT u. THAT 6UV IF THIS OLD WORLD'S SUCH A V AT WOULDN'^ SLEEP. HE'S \ MUST LIE AWARE NIGHTS Yf PAIN IN THE NECK, WHY THE \ HELP EASY. HE DRIVING THINKING UP NEWTHINOS/1 BLA DOESN'T HE LAY DOWNWOULDN'T LIKE — — -- r ' 1,3. BY HE. SCWVICE. INC T M BEG U S U ’ y

X IVE SAID BEFOBE ' y —, . , Yt .R.L.IS

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“Nemone is competent to decide when she is affronted and what steps to take,” she said. “The fellow is indeed impertinent, but it was Tomos he affronted and not Nemone. However, hi* temerity shall not go unpunished. Who is the other?”

r SURE? WE WERE RIGHT BEHIND THAT J it BIG 0NE...1T WAS PRETTY STLL WHERE ] I’H AFPAID I ) WE WERE, BUT,TWO FEET AWAY, THE / CAN’T, FRECKLES... /L CURRENT WAS TERRIFIC! TAP HIM Vt he's CONE.y (tf y n_. /v

“He is a temple guard named Phobeg,” explained Erot. “He profaned Thoos.” "It would amuse us.” said Nemone, ”to see these men fight upon Field of the Lions. Let them fight without other weapons than those which Thoos, the god, has given them.”

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