Indianapolis Times, Volume 46, Number 93, Indianapolis, Marion County, 28 August 1934 — Page 17

AUG. 28.1931

The Amateur Gentleman =By Jeffrey Farnol—

BEGIN HEBE TODAI &D*t*rnune<i to become a e*Gtletaa, ktr.abM Brtr. after r*r*lvin an Ur.tanc# of *#y*n tisndreO thouaaad pounds Mti out for Lender. Hi* father John Bar tv. former EnUih champ*.anal: sp on** ft*fctor. oppose* ta# ton. ho. trained fry his parent and Hatty Bell, also a former champicn. best* hi* father fa a ftsht. Joarnenni to London, your.* Bart* chance a hu aurname to Beverley. He meet* the captain the Bowo. ?on* Viacojr.t Horatio Bellana. S:r Mortimer Carnaby ar.d Lady Cleon* Meredith. . He fslla In love with Lady Citme ar.d beat* Sir Mortimer in a fat duel aa a feature of pret-etton to tha eirl Boyer*!* employ* Peterfc* a former poacher aa a valet, and Bura a home fa London He encoun'era Ch!rh*s!*r. a rone, who ha* influence over Ronald Barry. maine brother of Lady Cleone who ! In the clutches of J*ser Gaunt, a money lender. Be-, erlv promises Lady Cleone he will aid her broth'r. The viscount, also In love with Lady Cleon* protest-*, oointln* out that Barrymain* a escapades have caused him to be ostracized bv London aoc.ety, Ifeverthelea Beverle* forces a conference with Oa’ir.t ah# refuses hla oSer to pay Barrvtr.aine'a debt. NOW GO OM WITH THE STORE INSTALLMENT NINETY (Continued* “And is the viscount much hurt?” “Whv no. sir. And it were only 'U whip-arm. ’Urt* a bit o* course, but 'e managed to writ* you a letter, *e did; an' ’ere it is.” a mm SO, Barnabas took the letter, and I holding it in the moonlight, where Cleone could see It, they, together. made out these words: "Mv Dear Bev—There is durty work afoot. Some Raskells have tried to lame ’Moonraker,’ but thanks to my Imp and your man Martin, quite unsuccessfully. How-, beit your man Martin—regular game for all his years—has a broken nob and one ogle closed up, and I a ball through my arm, but nothing to matter. But I am greatly pirtirbed for the safety of Moonraker, and mean to get him into safer quarters and advise you to do likewise. "Also, though your horse The Terror. as tbe stable boys call him, is not even in the betting, it almost seems from what I can gather, that they meant to nobble him also. Therefore. I think, you were wiser to return at once, and I am anxious to see you on the other matter as well. Your bets with Carnaby and Chichester have somehow got about and are the talk of the town, and from what I hear, much to your disparagement. I fear. "A pity to shorten your stay in the country, but under the circumstances. mo6t advisable. “Yours ever, etc., "DICK." "P. S. My love and service to the duchess. Cleone and the Capt.” Now, here Barnabas looked at Cleone. and sighed, and Cleone sighing also, nodded her head: “You must go.” said she. very softly, and sighed again. “Yes. I must go. and yet—it is so very soon. Cleone” “Yes. it is dreadfully soon. Barnabas. But what does he mean by saying that people are talking of you to your disparagement? How dare they? Why should they?” "I think because I. a rank outsider, ventured to lay a wager against Sir Mortimer Carnaby.” "Do you mean that you bet him you would win the race. Barnabas?” "No—only that I would beat Sir Mortimer Carnaby.” "But. oh Barnabas—he is the race! Surely you know he and the viscount are favorites?” "Oh. yes'” “Then you do think you can win?” “I mean to try—\ T ery hard!” said Barnabas, beginning to frown a little. “And I begin to think.” said Cleone. struck by his resolute eyes and indomitable mouth, “oh. Barnabas—l begin to think you—almost mav,’’ “And if I did?” "Then I should be very—proud of you." “And if I lost?"

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“Then you would be—” “Yes?” “Just—” “Yes. Cleone?” mam “•my|Y. Barnabas! Ah. no, no!" ehe IVI whispered suddenly, “you are crushing me—dreadfully, and besides. that boy has terribly sharp eyes!” and Cleone nodded to where Master Milo stood, some distance away, with his innocent orbs lifted pensively towards the heavens, more life a cherub than ever. “But he's not looking, and oh. Cleone—how can I bear to leave you so soon? You are more to me than anything else in the world. You are my life, my soul—my honor—oh my dear!” “Do you—love me so very much. Barnabas?” said she, with a sudden catch in her voice. "And always must! Oh my dear, my dear—don’t you know? But indeed. words are so small and my ; love is so great that I fear you can never quite guess, or I tell it all.” “Then, Barnabas —you will go?” “Must I. Cleone? It will be so very hard to lose you—so soon.” “But a man always chooses the harder course, doesn’t he, Barnabas? And. dear, you can not lose me, — and so you will go, won’t you?” ‘Yes. i’ll go—because I love you!” Then Cleone drew him deeper into the shade of the willows, and with a sudden, swift gesture, reached up her hands and set them about his neck. “Oh my dear,” she murmured, “oh Barnabas dear, I think I can guess —now. And I’m sure—the boy—can’t see us—here!” No. surely, neither this particular brook nor any other water-brook, stream or freshet, that ever sang, or sighed, or murmured among the reeds, could ever hope to catch all the thrilling tenderness of the sweet soft tones of Cleone’s voice. INSTALLMENT NINETY-ONE nj ’•wLKEt’ORE this brook must A needs give up attempting the impossible, and betake itself to offensive chuckles and spiteful whisperings, and would have babbled tales to the Duchess had that remarkable. ancient lady been versed in the language of brooks. As it was, she came full upon Master Milo still intent upon the heavens, it is true, but in such a posture that his buttons stared pointblank and quite unblushingly toward a certain clump of willows. “Oh Lud!” exclaimed the Duchess, starting back, “dear me, what a strange little boy! What do you want here, little man?” Milo of Crotona turned and—looked at her. And though his face was as cherubic as ever, there was haughty reproof in every button. “Who are you?” demanded the Duchess: “oh, gracious me. what a pretty child!” Surely no cherubic—especially one in such knowing topboots—could be reasonably expected to put up with this! Master Milo’s innocent brow clouded suddenly, and the expression of his glittering buttons grew positively murderous. “I’m Viscount Devenham’s confeedential groom, mam, I am!” said he coldly, and with his most superb air. “Groom?” said the Duchess, staring. “what a very small one, to be sure!” “It ain’t inches as counts wiv ’osses, mam—or hanythink else, mam.—i—t’s nerves as counts, it is.” “Why, yes. you seem to have plenty of nerve!” “Well, mam. there ain't much as I trembles at, there ain’t—and when I do. I don’t show it, I don’t.” “And such a pretty child, too!” sighed the Duchess. “Child, mam? I ain’t no child, I’m a groom, I am. Child yourself, mam!” (To Be Continued)

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TARZAN AND THE CITY OF GOLD

Phobeg swelled his chest, flexed his muscles and hopped about, wanning up his leg muscles. He knew he was the favorite of the betting and that he was attracting all the attention, and tint pleased him exceedingly. Tarzan appeared totally unconscious of the noisy multitude.

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But his eyes and ears were alert. Tarzan was ready. He did not wish to kill Phobeg, but he realized that his antagonist was a mighty man and that his own life was at stake. His gaze chanced to cross to the royal loge; the eyes of Nemone met his and held them.

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“What strange eyes are hers,” he thought, “so beautiful, with fires burning far beneath the surface, so mysterious!” The trumpet sounded, and the ape-man's eyes swung back to Phobeg. A strange silence fell upon the amphitheater as the two men approached each other.

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Phobeg moved forward, strutting and confident. Tarzan, with the easy graceful stride of a lion. “Say your prayers, fellow!” shouted the temple guard. i“I am going to kill you; but first I shall play with you for the amusement of Nemone.” He came closer and reached for Tarzan.

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