Indianapolis Times, Volume 46, Number 89, Indianapolis, Marion County, 23 August 1934 — Page 21

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The Amateur Gentleman

By Jeffrey Farnol

RM.IN Mm*; TODATT D(r*lnw to btrir.* a gr , >mn. Birnabo* Bartir *lir re<-nin an snhrr.unu of *e*n hundred thouaar.d pound* arts out for London. Hi* father John Rr' •fctp tr..e ftfhttr. oppoae* tne on. who. trained 6Y his parent and aiao a former cftamoioa. best* hi* fat.-er la a ficht. _ _ Jotirnet ;n* to tout,* Barer ehar.*f hia t.rsame to Bever.er. He roun* Vuooant Horatio Be”a*i*. 8:r Mortimer Carr.abT ar.d Ladr Cteone Mered.th. He fails Ir. love * h Lad C.ror.e and re** Sir Mor* T.er in a fit duel as a (ft-or* r,f crctee'ton to the *lrl. B.V.reiv err.oio*. t Peterbr. a former pcaehr aa a valet, and Wts a home la London He er.t' ur.'ers Chichester, a ro*u*. srho ha* tf.f .er.ee o’r Ronald Barrrnrair.f bro’r.er of Ladr CleonT who la la the e! -rhes of Jasper Gaunt, a runner lender. . ... Bererlv rromtaea Ladr Cl eon e ho will * T'* v. n ;n! also tn l“co with Ladr ( e pomtlnc oat that Barrs'malr.ea havo caused h:m to bo ostrac:7*d bv London aoelotr. Nererthe>s Be-erle* force* a conference ;>- rtaunt who ref .-c* hia offer lo par BarrTtr.aine * debt >OW GO on WITH THE STORI INSTALLMENT EIGHTY-SIX Continued "Oh. dear me!” sighed the Duchess. “I fear you are going to be dreadfully heroic about something!’ * Let us say—truthful, madam!’* •But. sir—surely truthfulness, after all. Is merely the last resource of the hopelessly incompetnent! Anyhow, it must be very uncomfortable. I’m sure,'* said the Duchess. nodding her had.” m a m INSTLLMENT EIGHTY-SEVEN "QELIEVE me.” sighed Barnabas, m3 beginning to stride restlessly to and fro. “the full significance of my conduct never occurred to me until It was forced on my notice by—by another, and then —” he paused and brushed the damp curls from his brow. “Todav I tried to write to Cleone—to tell her everything, but I—couldn’t.” "So you decided to come and tell me first, which was very nice of you,” nodded the duchess, “oh very right and proper Well, sir. I’m listening.” "First, then,” said Barnabas, coming to a halt, and looking down at her steadfast-eyed, “you must know that my real name Is—Barty.” "Barty?” repeated the duchess, raising her brows. “Mm! I like Beverley much better.” "Beverley was my mother’s name. She was Joan Beverley.” "Joan? Joan Beverley? Why y-e-s. I think I remember her, and the talk there was. Joan? Ah yes, to be sure—very handsome, and—disappeared. No one knew’ why, but now—l begin to understand. You would suggest—” “That she became the honorable wife of my father. John Barty, the celebrated pugilist and ex-champion of England, now keeper of a village inn.” said Barnabas, speaking all in a breath, but maintaining his steadfast gaze. “Eh?” cried the duchess, and rose to her feet with astonishing ease for one of her years, “eh, sir, an innkeeper! And your mother—actually married him?” and the duchess ihivered. “Yes, madam. I am their lawful son.” "Dreadful!” cried the duchess, "handsome Joan Beverley—married to an—inn-keeper! Horrible! She’d much better have died—say, in a ditch—so much more respectable!” "My father is an honorable man!” said Barnabas, with upflung head. "Your father is—an inn-keeper!” "And—my father, madam!” "The wretch!” exclaimed the duchess. "Oh. frightful!” and she shivered again. "And his son—loves Cleone!” "Dreadful! Frightful!” cried the duchess. "An inn-keeper’s son! Beer and skittles and clay pipes! Oh. shocking!” And here, shuddering for the third time as only a great lady might, she turned her back on him. “Ah.” cried Barnabas, "so you scorn me—already?” "Os course.” "For being—an inn-keeper’s son?”

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| "For—telling of it!” “And yet,” said Barnabas, "I think ! Barnabas Barty is a better man than Barnabas Beverley, and a more worthy lover; indeed, I know he Is. And, as Barnabas Barty, I bid your Grace good-by!” "Where are you going?” "To the village Inn, madam, my proper place, it seems. But—tomorrow morning, unless you have told Cleone, I shall. And now. if your Grace will have the kindness to send my servant to me—” • But—why tell Cleone?" inquired the duchess over her shoulder; "there is one alternative left to you.” "Then, madam, in heaven's name —tell It to me!” cried Barnabas eagerly. "A ridiculously simple one, sir.” "Oh. madam—what can I do—pray tell me.” “You must —disown this innkeeping wretch, of course. You must cast him off—now, at once, and forever!” "Disown him—my father!” * Certainly.” 808 BARNABAS stared wide-eyed. Then he laughed, and uncovering his head, bowed deeply. "Madam,” said he, “I have the honor to bid your Grace good-by!” "You—will tell Cleone then?” ‘ Tomorrow morning.” "Why?” "Because I love her. Because I. therefore, hate deceit, and because "Well?” "And because Mr. Chichester knows already.” "Ah! You mean that he has forced your hand, sir, and now you would make the best of it ” "I mean that he has opened my eyes, madam.” "And tomorrow you will tell Cleone?” "Yes.” "And, of course, she will scorn you for an impudent impostor?” Now at this Barnabas flinched, for these were Chichester’s own words, and they bore a double sting. "And yet—l must tell her!” he groaned. “And afterward, where shall you go?” "Anywhere,” he sighed, with a hopeless gesture. "And—the race?” "Will be run without me.” "And your friends —the Marquis, Viscount Devenham and the rest?” "Will, I expect, turn their gentlemanly backs upon me—as you yourself have done. So, madam, I thank you for your past kindness, and bid you—good-by!” "Stop, sir!” "Os what avail, madam?” sighed Barnabas, turning away. "Come back—l command you!” "I am beneath your grace's commands. henceforth.” said Barnabas, and plodded on down the rod. “Then I—beg of you!” "Why?” he inquired, pausing. 808 BECAUSE —oh, because you are running off with my precious needlework, of course. In your pocket, sir—the left one!” So, perforce, Barnabas came back, and, standing again beneath the finger-past, gave the duchess her very small piece of embroidery. But, behold! his hand was caught and held between two others, which, though very fragile, were very imperious. "Barnabas." said the duchess very softly, "oh, dear me, I'm glad you told me, oh very! I hoped you would!” • Hoped? Why—why, madam, you —they you knew?” "All about it. of course! Oh, you needn't start—it wasn’t witchcraft, it was this letter—read it.” And taking a letter from her reticule, she gave it to Barnabas, and watched him while he read: (To Be Continued)

OUR BOARDING HOUSE

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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

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As they marched down the ramp, Tarzan was stirred by the colorful pageant. More thousands of spectators swarmed over the rim of the great stadium as the first warriors entered beneath the golden arch. Behind the last company came a chariot drawn by four lions.

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At sight of the chariot and its royal occupant, the people in the stands kneeled down In salute to their ruler. All save Tarzan. There was a moment’s silence; then the people arose. Suddenly the ape-man. watching the beautiful Queen, heard a thunderous roar.

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