Indianapolis Times, Volume 46, Number 88, Indianapolis, Marion County, 22 August 1934 — Page 15

AUG. 22, 1924

The Amateur Gentleman =By Jeffrey Farnol

ntr.ni Hr nr ioiu> Dftinr.nwi to become * ien?ljr.*n Bar-a-a* Brtv after r*e*:vtn* ar. inheritance ol eren hundred thoitar.a o .nda •*• out for Ler.don Hit father John Bartv, tnr:r.r Zr, .'h charaa or,. *h t> pr.7e fUrhttr opoow* the son. who. trained he hi* na-ent and NsUy Bell aiv> a termer cr.asr.s.on oerta hia father la a ftnit. .. Joorr.ei :ne to ,/)n<Son rour.a B*rl ehar.r' hi* *x.rname to B'*r'er. He meet* the earsla:? the JV*v;n. *oun* Vtarc mt Horat:-> Be avi S.r Mortimer Carr b* and Lad' cieone Meredith. H* fail* Its 0 * wth Ladv Cleone and her** Sir M <r? mer tc a flat duel a> a erasure of cr--tertion to the eiri Bevere.v e- p:o- < p.'erfcv a former ttearher at a valet and trues a home .a London He ene**ir*era Ch.:eneter a roue. who ha irf, ,*r.f* over Ronald Barrv* ma.n* brother of Ladv Ci<-on* who 1 (a tho riu'che* of Jasoer Gaunt a •none* lender Be erlv nromitea La dr Cleone he will •Id her brother. Ti e v !fo4nt. ai*o in lore with Lade Cleone orotes'e oomtiric out that Bsrrv■naine r *r*odev hive eauved him to he Ottraetxed bv London society. Never--h<->* Bevoriev fork's a conference with O* .r.t who refuse* hi* offer to car Barrvma.Tie’a debt NOW OO ON WITH THE BTORT INSTALLMENT EIGHTY-SIX Bosun?’’ •Sir?” “Do you know the duchess of Camborhurst well?” “Know her. sir?” repeated the Bo' tin. giving a dubious pull at his starboard whisker; ‘why. Mr. Beverley. sir. there's two things as I knows on, as no man never did know on. nor never will know on—and one on 'em s a ?hip and t'other’s a woman.’’ “But do you know her well enough to like and —trust?” “Why. Mr. Beverley, sir.since you ax me. I'll tell you—plain and to the pint. We'll take 'er grace the duchess and say, clap her helm a-lee to tack up ag in a beam wind, a wind, mind you. as ain't strong enough to lift her pennant—and yet she'll fall off and miss her stays, d'ye see, or get took a-back and yaw to port or starboard, though, if you ax me why or wherefore. I’ll tell you as how—her being a woman and me only a man—l don’t know. “Then, again, on the con-trarv. let it blow up foul—a roaring hurricane sav, wi’ the seas running high, ah! wi’ the scud flying over her top-s'l yard, and she’ll rise to it like a bird, answer to a spoke, and come up into the wind as sweet as ever you see. The duchess ain't no lair-weather craft. 1 11 allow, but in 'owling. raging tempest she's staunch, sir—ah, that she is—from truck to keelson! And thrre'y’ are. Mr. Beverley, sir!” “Do you mean," inquired Barnabas. puzzled of look, “that she Is to be depended on—in an emergency?” “Av. sir—that she is ” “Ah.” said Barnabas nodding, “I'm glad to know that, Bo’sun —very glad.” And here he became thoughtful all at once. Yet after a while he spoke again, this time to Pc ter by. “You are very silent, John.” “I am—your valet, sir!” 'TTvn. oh! man.” exclaimed Barnabas. touching up the galloping bays quite unnecessarily, “oh. man —forget it a while! Here we sit—three men together, with London miles behind us. and the Fashionable World further still. Here we sit. three men. with no dillerence between us, except that the Bo'sun has fought and bled for this Englaid of ours, you have traveled and seen much of the world, and I, being the youngest, have done neither %' one nor the other, and very le else—as yet. So. John —be yourself; talk. John, talk!” Now hereupon John Peterby’s grave dignity relaxed, a twinkle dawned in his eyes, and lus lips took on their old-time, humorous our ve. It needs not here to describe more fully this journey whose tedium was unnoticed by reason of good-fellow-ship. Nor of the meal they ate at the inn at Tonbridge, and how they drank, at the Bosuns somewhat diffident suggestion, a health “to his honor the Capn. and the poor •old Bully Sawyer.’ Seventy-four.” * • * THUS. then, as evening fell, behold them spinning along that winding road where stood a certain

This Curious World Ferguson

/ ( THE WEASEI'S pur ooes *1 A , NOT TuOlVi WHITE iNI VVIMTER/ j ( —the CHANGE iS made 6v \ \ THE MOLT/J\/G PROCESS. c 3 • *tA >W<C *+C- * fsieST OF THE EIDER DUCK. I 4aT'*' ■*■ ATfil lined with down rf** + '** >| BREAST KEEPS ThE * y'J 4 *'v EGGS AS MUCH r / ✓ <l AS 26 DEGREES 1 jßwk WARMER T-AN t~e *£, v 4 --T-T SURROUNDING AIR.. f \ n ji f j position \ IN the HEAVENS HAS NO RELATION TO THE 4 WEATHER./THE MOON'S POSITIONS ARE K'r.r UNIFORM. AND CAN 6E COMPUTED FOR. CENTURIES ahead.

THE moon follows a sot course, just as does the sun. and there Is no such thu:g as a “cold moon." as it is popularly called when’far to th* north When the sun is far to the south the moon travels a northern aourse. When summer comes, the moon swings off to the south. • • • NEXT—Does the crow fly in a straight line?

ancient fingerpost pointing the wayfarer: "To London. To Hawkhurst” At sight of which weather-worn piece of timber, Barnabas must needs smile, though very tenderly, and thereafter fall a-sighing. But all at once he checked his sighs to . tare in amazement, for there, de- ' murely seated beneath the fingerpost, and completely engrossed in her needlework, was a small, lonely figure, at sight of which Barnabas pulled up the bays in mid-career. “Why—Duchess!” he exclaimed, and, giving Peterby the reins, stepped out of the phaeton. “Ah! is that you, Mr. Beverley?” sighed the Duchess, looking up from her embroidery, which, like herself, was very elaborate, very dainty, and j very small. “You find me here, 1 sitting by the wayside—and a very ; desolate figure I must look, I’m sure —you find me here because I have been driven away by the tantrums , of an unitytiful god-daughter, and ' the barbanty of a bloodthirsty bucj caneer. * # • I mean the captain, of course. And all because I had the forethought to tell Cleone her nose was red—which it was—sunburn you know, and because I remarked that the captain was growing as rotund as a Frenchman, which he is—l mean fat. of course. But. indeed, you're very silent, Mr. Beverley, though I'm glad to see you are here so well to time." “To time, madam?” “Because, you see. I’ve won my bet. Oh yes, indeed, I bet about everything nowadays—oh, feverish- ; Iv, sir and shall do, until the race I is over, I suppose.” a a * INDEED. Duchess?” “Yes. I bet Cleone an Indian ‘ shawl against a pair of beaded mit--1 teas that you would be here, today, before 10. So you see, you are hours before your time, and the mittens are mine. Talking of Cleone, sir, she's in the orchard. She's also in a shocking temper—indeed quite cattish, so you'd better stay here and talk to me. But then—she’s alone, and looking vastly handsome. I'll admit, so, of course, you’re dying to be gone—now aren't you?” “No," Barnabas replied, and turnj ing. bade Peterby drive on to the i house. “Then you ought to be!” retorted the Duchess, shaking an admoni- ! tory finger at him, yet smiling also as the carriage rolled away. “Youth I can never prefer to listen to a chattering old woman—in a wig!” • But you see, madam, I need your help, your advice,” said Barnabas gravely. “Ah. now I love giving people advice! It's so pleasant and —easy!” “I wish to confide in you—if I may.” “Confidences are always interesting—especially in the country”’ “Duchess, I—l—have a confession to make.” “A confession, sir? Very well—now. begin, sir!” “Why, then, madam, in the first place, I—” “Yes?” “I—that is to say—you—must understand that—in the first place—” “You've said 'first place’ twice” nodded the Duchess as he paused. “Yes—Oh!—Did I? Indeed I—fear it is going to be even harder to speak of than I thought, and I have been nerving myself to tell you ever since I started from London.” “To tell me what?” “That which may provoke your scorn of me, which may earn me Cleone's bitterest contempt.” “Why, then, sir—don't say another word about it —” “Ah. but I must—indeed I must! For I know now that to balk at it, to —to keep silent any longer would be dishonorable —and the act of a coward!" (To Be Continued)

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FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS

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TARZAN AND THE CITY OF GOLD

White and gold homes of the nobles flanked the lovely avenue; and as he was marched along. Tarzan saw the great two-storied palace with its golden domes. Throngs of eager people were gathenng. It was an interesting sight to Tarzan, who had so long been imprisoned.

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Across the splendid bridge, made entirely of gold, and out upon the Field of the Lions, Tarzan and Phobeg were escorted. And as they passed, the crowd commented on the two gladiators. Tarzan heard many wagers offered and taken, some on and some against him.

—By Ahern

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It was evident that Phobeg was the favorite of the betting. At last they reached a large oval arena. Passing beneath an arch, the ape-man saw a multitude of men and women already seated. There wa s much laughter and talking. Every one seemed ir. holiday mood.

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He asked Phobeg what it meant. ‘ This is part of the celebration annually following the end of the rainy season,” replied .the Cathnean. "Our combat will undoubtedly be the last event on the program. So you will have a chance to see it all before I kill you.”

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