Indianapolis Times, Volume 46, Number 87, Indianapolis, Marion County, 21 August 1934 — Page 15

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The Amateur Gentleman ” Jeffrey Farnol' 1

KM.in Ilfßr TODAY fv*rrrr :t o to hKixM s*ntl*mn B*rr.ab* Bartv after r* r ;-. in* is :n----hr.'nc* of n r flred th#.iisd pound* #• o ! i‘ for : dor. H i father John Br• v f- rra't F r *h eharap.oo. *h p prtre fiahutr oppows the f-n. *hO. tr:nd (it hi* D**r.t and Natty Be. a v> a f',rtr.r rhatr.o.on be*'* hi* father Is a P.rht. fT:r ev.ra to .erdotv ve*;rr Bat’* f J'lr. • . ■ -• . r *• th on.' the Rf'-r.. to .t a V arount Hera - ;o Be * Sir Mr.rt.mer C*rrahT ar.d I.ad C.eor.e Mreo.th H* fall* •. >. heita S r hf-rt.reer So flat and ;*5 a* a *• .re rs -• t* • • tha e.r; Re e.-r: t r-rr o P*‘:n a former poacher a* a vaiet ard oi" a hem* In London He r r re:r *e r * Chtrhe.’er. a TO*tie. . -e e r R/r.d Barrvr,.r- tjrn're- cf Ijidv Croat who .a • • of er Gaunt a Be-r‘y r rrotr.'sea Ladr Cleon* ha will -pr# %•* r ;r* *!> tn *;*h Llof C ron* pro teat a no r.Mrut out that Barrr- , , ', pace e r ;vd him to te O'trae red hv Is den aocie-r Nt ertrtvi P r.T l'"t a ror.ftrer.ee a i*h c,j .r.t a o ref .>* h.a off*r to cay Barryma.na % d*bt. NOW GO ON WITH THE STOUT INSTALLMENT EIGHTY-FOUR * Continued t •Mr Dear Mr. Beverley-—The country down here, though delightfully Arcadian and quite idyllic • hayricks arc -o romantic, and I always adored cows—in pictures), is dreadfully quiet, and I freely confess that I generally prefer a man to a hop-pole ‘though I do wear a wig', and the voice of a man to the babble of broks or the trill of a skvlark though. I protest, I wouldn’t b° without them <1 mean the larks) for the world.—they make me long for London so. ‘Then again, the captain (though a truly dear soul, and the most gallant of ho’si treats me very much as though. I were a ship, and, beside, he is so dreadfully gentle. As for Cleone, dear bird, she yawns until my own eyes water • though indeed, she has very pretty teeth), and. on the whole, is very dutiful and quarrels with me whenever I wish. Tis quite true she ran not plav chess; she also, con tantly. revokes at whist, and is quite as bad-tempered over it as I am. Caros. I fear, are altogether beyond her at present,—she is young. Os course time may c hange this, but I have grave doubts. In this deplorable situation I turn to you. dear Mr. Beverley • Cleone knew your addre.-s. it seems), and write these hasty lines to entreat, —nay. to command you to come and chec r our solitude. Cleone has anew gown she is dying to wear, and I have much that you must patiently listen to. so that I may truly subscribe myself. “Your grateful friends. “FANNY CAMBERHURST.” **P. S- 1 have seen the fingerpost on the London Road.’* a a a INSTALI ME NT EIGHTY-FIVE AND now. having made an end of reading. Barnabas sighed and smiled, and squared his stooping shoulders, an dthrew up his curly head, and turning, found the Bo’sun still standing, hat in fist, lost in contemplation of the gilded ceiling. Hereupon Barnabas caught his hand, and shook it again, and laughed for very happiness. “Bosun, how can I thank you!” aaid he, “these letters have given me new hope—new life! and—and here I leave you to stand, dolt that I am! And with nothing to drink, careless fool that I am. Sit down, sit down—what will you take, wine? bran’dy?” “Mr. Beverley, sir.” replied the Bosun diffidently, accepting the chair that Barnabas dragged forward. “you’re very kind. sir. but if I might make so bold—a glass of ale. sir—?” “Ale!” cried Barnabas. "A barrel if you wish!’’ and he tugged at the bell, at whose imperious summons the Gcntleman-in-Powdcr appearing with leg-quivering promptitude. Barnabas forthwith demanded “Ale—the best, and plenty of it! And pray ask Mrs. Peterby to come here at once!” he added. •We shall start almost immedi-

| This Curious World Ferguson

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ately.” said Barnabas, busily collee’ing those scattered sheets of paper that littered floor and table; thus he was wholly unaware of the look that clouded the sailor's honest visage. “Sir.” said the Bosun, pegging thoughtfully at a rose in the carpet with his wooden leg, “by your good leave, Id like to ax ee a question.” “Certainly, Bosun, what is It?” inquired Barnabas, looking up from the destruction of the many attempts of his first letter to Cieone. a a a MR. BEVERLEY, sir,” said the bosun, pegging away at the carpet as he spoke, "is it—meaning no offense, and axing your pardon—but are you hauling your wind and standing away for Hawkhurst so prompt on account o’ my Lady Cleone?’’ “Yes. bo'sun, on account of our Lady Cleone.” “Why, then, sir,” said the bo’sun, fixing his eyes on the ceiling again, “by vnur leave—but —why. sir?” “Because, bo'sun. you and I have *his in common, that we both—love her.” Here the bo-sun dropped his glazed hat. and picking it up. sat turning it this way and that, in his big. brown fingers. “Why. then, sir.” said he, looking up at Barnabas suddenly, "what o’ Master Horatio, his lordship?’’ “Why, bo'sun. I told him about It weeks ago. I had to. You see. he honors me with his friendship.” The bo'sun nodded, and broke into his slow’ smile: "Ah. that alters things, sir.” said he. “As for loving my lady—why, who could help it?” “Who, indeed, bo'sun” “Though I'd beg to rrmind you. sir. as orders is orders, and consequently she's bound to marry ’is lordship—some day—” “Oh—become a mutineer!” and Barnabas, as the door opened to admit Peterby. who (to the horror of the Gentleman-in-Powdrr. and despite his mutely protesting legs*, actually brought in the ale himself; yet. as he set it before the bo'sun his sharp eves were qtiick to notice his young master's changed air, and brightened as if in sympathy. a a a “T WANT you. John, to know my A good friend Bo'sun Jerry,” said Barnabas,” a Trafalgar man—” • ‘Bully-Sawyer,’ Seventy-four!” added the Bo'sun. rising and extending his huge hand. “YVe are all going to Hawkhurst, at once. John.” continued Barnabas, so pack up whatever you think necessary—a rouple of valises will do. and tell Martin I'll have the phaeton—it's roomier, and I’ll drive the bays. And hurry’ things, will you, John?” So John Peterby bowed, solemn and sedate as ever, and went upon his errand. Thus the Bo'sun had barely finished his ale, when the Gentleman-in-Power appeared to say the phaeton was at the door. And a fine, dashing turn-out it was. too. with its yellow wheels, its gleaming harness, and the handsome thoroughbreds pawing impatient hoofs. Then, the Bo'sun having duly ensconced himself, with Peterby in the rumble as calm and expressionless as the three leather valises under the seat, Barnabas sprang in, caught up the reins, nodded to Martin the gray-haired head groom, and giving the bays their heads, they were off and away for Hawkhurst and the Ladv Cleone at a speed that caused the Bo'sun to clutch the seat with one hand, and the glazed hat with the other, and to remark in his difiident way that: "These here wheeled craft might suit some, but for comfort and safety give me an eigh-oared galley ” (To Be Continued)

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FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS

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BOOTS AND HER BUDDIES

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TARZAN AND THE CITY OF GOLD

At the Queen's command Tarzan and Phobeg were again locked in their cell. Early next morning a slave and a guard came with a large breakfast for the two prisoners. "Eat well,” advised one of the warriors, "that you may have strength to fight a good fight for the Queen.”

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"For one of you it is the last meal,” he added, "so you had both better enjoy it to the full since it is the last. "It is the last for him,” snarled the giant Phobeg, jerking a thumb in the direction of the ape-man.

—By Ahern

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OUT OUR WAY

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"Thus the betting goes,” admitted the warrior. "Even so, one can not always be sure; the stranger is a large man and he looks strong.” ‘ There is none so strong as Phobeg,” boasted the former temple guard. "Twenty drachmas to ten that he runs away from me.”

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"And if he kills YOU, who will pay me?” demanded the warrior. "No, it's not a good bet.” In an hour a large detachment of soldiers came for the two prisoners. They were led through the palace grounds—to what fate Tarzan of the Apes could only guess.

—Bv Williams

—Bv Blosser

—By Hamlin

—By Martin

—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

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—By Crane