Indianapolis Times, Volume 46, Number 90, Indianapolis, Marion County, 24 August 1934 — Page 27

AUG. 24, 1931

The Amateur Gentleman - ==By Jeffrey Farnol

Hir.m HFRF TOIIAT Ortmunn to b-ctMM * eo?!!n9. B*rr.*fca Baftr afar r*er.\lng an tn-h-ritane* of i*rn hur.<Srl thoj*an ©curd* ae? o’it for London. HU fatnar John Barts' for-r.*r Kna.uh enatnp.onah.p tr.r* fial-’ar oonoae* tft* acn. no. trained n* hi* nar*nt and JTattv Bell, a. to a former rharop.cn. best* hi* father In a fight. _ Journeying to London. eoun Bar’s ehanre* hi* ••.rname to Beserses. Ha the captain the Bosun, reur.* •'"ratio Bella*!*. Bir Mortimer Carr.abT. and neon* Sltn tt He farta In lose w.th Lads Cleone and b**a sir Mortimer in a fin duel aa a *s’ ;re cf protection *o the alrl. Be re!r employ* Pe’ertv. a former poacher, a* a valet, and cut* a bema in Lrr.ifon He e-counter* Ch!che*ter. a nnt. who ha* influence over Ronald Barrrar.ame bro’her of Lade Cleone who 1* Jn the ciutchea of Ja*per Gaunt, a n-.'rT lender. _ Bc.'r.r oromiaM LadT Cleon# ha trill air* Ur brother. thhe riser r.t. a.*o In lose with Lads C ting out that BarryWi have cauaed him to •>e lon aociets. Nevertt c>s Beverl'r forre* a conference refute* hi* offer to oa? Barrvrr.air.e * debt. NOW r.O ON WITH THE STOBT INSTALLMENT EIGHTY-SEVEN • Continued) “To Her Grace, the Duchess of Camberhurst: Madam—ln Justice to yourself I take occasion to warn your grace against the person calling himself Barnabas Beverley. He is, in reality. an impudent impostor of humble birth and mean extraction. His real name and condition I will prove absolutely at another time. ‘ Your graces most humble obedt, ‘ WILFRED CHICHESTER ." “So you see I'm not a witch, sir—oh, no; I'm only an old woman, with, among many other useful gifts, a very sharp eye for faces, a remarkabie genius for asking questions. and the feminine capacity for adding two and two together and making them—eight. “So. upon reading this letter, I made inquiries on my own account, with the result that yesterday I drove over to a certain Inn called the ‘Coursing Hound.’ and talked with your father. Very handsome he is. too—as he always was. and I saw him in the hey-day of his fame, remember. Well, I sipped his ale, — very good ale. I found it, and while I sipped, we talked. “He is very proud of his son. It seems, and he even showed me a letter thus son had written him from the inn at Southwark. Ha! Joan Beverley was to have married an ugly old wretch of a marquis, and John Barty is handsome still. Bu* an innkeeper, hum!” “So—that was why my mother ran away, madam?” 0 *r * INSTALLMENT EIGHTY-EIGHT • A ND Wlltrpd Chichester knows x\. of this, and will tell Cleone, of course!” "I think not—at least not yet.” answered Barnabas thoughtfully—“you see, he is using this knowledge as a weapon against me.” “Why?" “I promised to help Ronald Barrylnaine —' ’ ‘That wretched boy! Well?” “And the only way to do so was to remove him from Chichester’s Influence altogether. So I warned Mr. Chichester that unless he forswore Barrymaine's society. I would, as Joan Beverley’s son and heir to the Beverley heritage, proved my claim and dispossess him.” “You actually threatened Wilfred Chichester with this, and forgot that in finding you your mother's son. he would prove you to be your father's also?" “Yes. I—l only remembered my promise ” “The one you gave Cleone. which she had no right to exact —as I told her —” “But. madam—” “Oh. she confessed to me all about It. and how you had tried to pay Ronald's debts for him out of your own pocket—which was very magnificent but quiet absurd.” “Yes.” sighed Barnabas, “so now I am determined to free him from Chichester first—” “By dispossessing Chichester?” “Yes. madam*

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“But—can't you see. if you force him to expose you It will mean your social ruin?" “But then I gave—her—my promise." “Oh, Barnabas.” said the duchess, looking up at him with ner young, beautiful eyes that were so like Cleone s. “what a superb fool you are! And your father Is only a village inn-keeper!" “No. madam—he was champion of all England as well." “Oh!” sighed the duchess, shaking her head, “that poor Sir Mortimer Carnaby! But, as for you, sir, you're a fool, either a very clumsy, or a very—unselfish one—anyhow, you’re a fool, you know!” “Yes,” sighed Barnabas, his head hanging. “I fear I am.” “Oh. yes—you're quite a fool —not a doubt of it!" said the duchess with a nod of finality. “And yet, oh, dear me! I think it may be because I'm 71 and growing younger every day, or perhaps because I'm so old that I have to wear a wig, but my tastes are so peculiar that there are some fools I could almost—love. So you may give me your arm—Barnabas.” 000 HE obeyed mechanically, and they went on down the road together in silence until they came to a pair of tall, hospitable gates, and here Barnabas paused, and spoke wonderingly: “Madam, you—you surely forget | I am the son of a ” "A champion of all England. Barnabas. But, though you can thrash Sir Mortimer Carnaby, Wilfred Chichester is the kind of creature that only a truly clever woman can hope to deal with, so you may leave him to me!” “But, madam, I ” “Barnabas, quite so. But Wilfred Chichester always makes me shudder, and I love to shudder—now and then, especially in the hot weather. And then everything bores me lately—Cleone, myself,— even whist, so I’ll try my hand at another game—with Wilfred Chichester as an opponent.” “But, duchess, indeed I ” “Very true, Barnabas! but the matter is quite settled. And now, you are still determined to—confess your father to Cleone, I suppose?” “Yes, I dare not speak to her otherwise, how could I, knowing myself an ” “Impudent impostor, sir? Quite so and fiddlesticks! Heigho! you are so abominably high-minded and heroic, Barnabas, —it’s quite depressing. Cleone is only a human woman, who powders her nose when it's red. and quite right too —I mean the powder of course, not the redness. Oh! indeed she’s very human, and after all, your mother was a Beverley, and I know you are rich and—ah! there she is—on the terrace with the captain, and I'm sure she has seen you, Barnabas, because she’s sc vastly unconscious. Now —watch her surprise when she pretends to catch sight of us!” 000 HEREUPON, as they advanced over the smooth turf, the duchess raised her voice. “My bird!" she called in dulcet tones. “Clo, dear, Cleone, my lamb, here is Barnabas. I found him—under the finger-post, my dove!” My lady turned, gave the least little start In the world, was surprised. glad, demure, all in the selfsame minute. “Ha!” cried the captain, “my dear fellow, we re glad—l say we're all of us glad to see you. Welcome to The Gables, eh, Clo?” And Cleone? With what gracious ease she greeted him! With what clear eyes she looked at him! With what demure dignity she gave him her white hand to kiss! (To Be Continued)

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The Queen was an inveterate gambler. When she won great sums she smiled; and she smiled too when she lost. But men knew that those contestants on whom she lost often mysteriously disappeared. When the minor sports were completed the chariot races began.

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