Indianapolis Times, Volume 46, Number 92, Indianapolis, Marion County, 27 August 1934 — Page 13

AUG. 27, 1034

The Amateur Gentleman

By Jeffrey Farnol

ftFGI* HFltr lOIM* 1 I>tnr.iro to brotn# eftrui*mn. Bftmftha* Brtv after receiTiag n lnhr;tftnc* o' *v*n hundred thw.iftnd ln*jn<l w*l out for ln<lon Hi ftn*r John Bartr. forrr.rr Frz..*h ch.ftmp.onfthip cr.je flehtor. opdo** the son. who. trained fcr his parent *nd Jfattr Bell, also a former champion bests h.s father t& a flsht. Journey.n* to i/indon. eoun* Barts Char.ee* r.ta surname to BererleT. He ■seets the captain the Br< m. Be v Sir Mortimer Cftrnahv a: -t I.adr Cleone Meredith. He fail* in lose with La<lv Owe rsd fee*’* B.r M-.rt:rr.er in a f.t <t-.l as a j a’ure of protection to the e:rl Be-ere. v emro- Peterbr a former poacher as a taiel. and burs a home . lr. London He encounters Chichester, a rogue. j ha rsf e&M c-*t Ronald Barry- 1 n.aine brother of Lad Cleon* who la tr the ciitchei of Jasper Gaunt, a miner lender. He-.erlr c'Otrises Ladr C.eone he will j aid her hnthrr. The rlacount. also in love with Lad? : C>on protesta pointing out that Barry- I main* s escapades have caused him to I fee estraesred bv London society Never- j thee* Be-.*-rley forces a conference ] with Gaunt who refuses his offer to pay . B. r rvrr.aine's debt. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORT INSTALLMENT EIGHTY-NINE • Continued! Now. for a moment, she looked up at him, then her la&hes drooped, and she turned away. ‘Oh. sir,” she answered, “lift up your eyes and look upon the moon!” “Cleone, has love—come to you—at last? Tell me!” But my lady walked on for a distance with head again averted, and —with never a word. “Speak!” said Barnabas, and caught her hand, unresisting now, and held it to his lips. "Oh, Cleone —answer me!” Then Cleone obeyed and spoke, though her voice was tremulous and low. “Ah, sir,” said she, “listen to the j brook!” Now It so chanced they had drawn very near this talkative stream, whose voice reached them—now in hoarse whisperings, now in throaty chucklmgs. and whose ripples were bright with the reflected glory of the moon. Just where they stood, a path led down to these shimmering waters —a narrow and very steep path screened by bending willows; and. moved by fate, or chance, or destiny. Barnabas descended this path, and turning, reached up his hands to Cleone. "Come!” he said. And thus, for a moment, while he looked up into her eyes, she looked down into his, and sighed, and moved toward him, and—set her foot upon the pebble. a a a AND thus, behold the pebble had . achieved its purpose, for, next moment Cleone was lying in his arms, and for neither of them was life or the world to be ever the same thereafter. Yes, indeed, the perfume of the roses was full of intoxication tonight; the murmurous brook whispered of things scarce dreamed of; and the waning moon was bright enough to show’ the look in her eyes and the quiver of her mouth as Barnabas stooped above her. “Cleone!" he whispered, “Cleone — can you—do you—love me? Oh. my white lady—my woman that I love — do you love me?” She did not speak, but her eyes answered him; and in that moment Barnabas stooped and kissed her. and held her close, and closer, until she sighed and stirred in his embrace. Then, all at once, he groaned and set her down and stood before her with bent head. “My dear.” said he, “oh, my dear!” “Barnabas?” “Forgive me—l should have spoken—indeed, I meant to —but I couldn’t think—it was so sudden—forgive me! I didn't mean even to touch your hand until I had confessed my deceit. Oh. my dear—l am not—not the fine gentleman you think me. I am only a very—humble fellow. The son of a village innkeeper. Y~ur eyes were—kind to me just now. but. oh. Cleone. if so humble a fellow is—unworthy, as I fear —I—I will try to —foiget.”

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Very still she stood, looking upon ; ha bent head, saw the quiver of hiSj lips, and the griping of his strong hands. Now, when she spoke, her voice was very tender. “Can you—ever forget?” "1 will—try!” “Then—oh, Barnabas, don't! Be- ! cause I—think I could—love this— ! humble fellow. Barnabas!” The moon, of course, has looked 1 on many a happy lover, yet where find one, before or since, more radiant than young Barnabas; and the brook, even in its softest, most tender murmurs, could never hope to catch the faintest echo of Cleones voice or the indescribable thrill of it a a a INSTALLMENT NINETY OH— His you please, sir ” Barnabas started, and looking about, presently espied a figure In :he shadow of the osiers; a very mall figure, upon whose diminutive jacket were numerous buttons that | glittered under the moon. “Why—lt's Milo of Crotona!” , said Cleone. “Yes, my lady,—hif you please, ’ it are,” answered Milo of Crotona. touching the peak of his leather cap. “But—What are you doing here? ; How did you know where to find I us?” “ Cause as I came up the drive. j m'lady, I jest 'appened to see you J a-walkmg together—so I followed you. I did. m'lady.” “Followed us?” repeated Cleone rather faintly. “Oh!” “And then—when I seen you slip, m’lady, I thought as 'ow I'd better —wait a bit. So I waited, I did.” And here, again, Milo of Crotona touched the beak of his cap, and looked from Barnabas to Cleone’s flushing loveliness with eyes wide and profoundly innocent. “And what brings you so far from London?” inquired Barnabas, rather hurriedly. “Coach, sir—box seat, sir ” “And you brought your master with you, of course—is the viscount here?” “No, m’ lady. lad to leave ’im he'ind ’ount of 'im being unfit to travel —’’ “Is he ill?” “Oh, no. not hill, m' lady—only shot, ’e is.” “Shot!” exclaimed Barnabas, “how —wher?” "In the harm, sir—all on ’count of is 'oss—Moonraker’ sir.” “His horse?” “Yes sir. s arternoon it were. Ye see, for a long time I ain’t been' easy in me mind about them stables j where im and you keeps your 'osses, sir, ’count of it not being safe enough—worritted I 'ave, sir. So ’s' arternoon, as we was passing the 1 end o’ the street, I sez to m’ lud. I sez. Won’t your Ludship jest pop your nob round the corner and squint your peepers at the ’osses?’ I sez. So ’e laughs, easy like, and in we pops. “And the first thing we see was your ead groom, Mr. Martin, wiv; blood on ’is mug and one peeper in mourning a-wrastling wiv two coves, j and our ’cad groom, Standish, wiv another of ’em. Jest as we run up. I down goes Mr. Martin, but—afore they could maul ’im wiv their trotters, there’s m’ lud wiv ’is fists an’, me wiv a pitchfork as ’appened to lie ’andy. And very lively it were, sir, for a minute or two. Then off goes a barker and off go the coves, and there's m’ lud 'olding on to ’is harm and swearing 'eavens 'ard. And that's all. sir.” “And these men were—trying to get at the horses?” “Ah! Meant to nobble Moonraker.’ they did—im bein’ one of the favorites, d' ye see, sir, and it looked to me as if they meant to do for your 'oss, The Terror, as well.” (To Be Continued)

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The beautiful Nemone lay back luxuriously in the royal loge as Tarzan and Phobeg were paraded past. She leaned forward with halfclosed eyes surveying the tall stranger and the squat Cathnean. "He has a fine physique,’’ she commented, her eyes upon the jungle lord.

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“And he is the taller of the two,” she added, “I am going to wager 100.000 drachmas on the stranger.” "But look at Phobeg’s muscles,” Erot reminded her. "They say he twists men's neck and breaks their spines.” "We shall see,” was the Queen's only comment.

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Now the two men in the arena were posted a short distance from the royal loge. Rules were simple; they were to try to kill one another with their bare hands, though the use of elbows, knees, feet or teeth was not barred. The winner was to receive freedom if the Queen pleased.

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"When the trumpet sounds you may attack,” said the captain of the stadium. "And may Thoos be with you!” Tarzan and Phobeg had been placed ten paces apart. Now they waited the signal. The ape-man stood quietly, his muscles relaxed, watching Phobegs queer antics.

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