Indianapolis Times, Volume 46, Number 95, Indianapolis, Marion County, 30 August 1934 — Page 21

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The Amateur Gentleman =By Jeffrey Farnol

nrr.ns nur. today Birati >1 Bar'.jr. son of John B*’y. foriwT £r.s sh rhercplrn ori*Bintr. dfenr r.rt to poo- ",#• s ffntim*n ef’er T+t* s' inheritance of TOO.OOB P'. r. 4. IT V'O.OOO A:.r.st me *Jk of hie fs’hrr and Netty Re... a.eo a torrrer .**: ♦ h* isatri f*r London. * • r. s • - B On th *>r to London b meats Lady C>ona Mered.th i:h r.om he fail* la her promise to Tirrt him Hr hand Ja ac -tr.’ aUo bv Cniche ’*r. a rofie. and S.r M r ,r*r Car:.->■ Cr.:fh*t*r has a str' -c . nfl :e r r - -r Ronald Barry, mstr.e half bro';.r rs Lady Cleor.e. Barr name it hounced by Jasper Gaunt. Ia money i. r. de r I v r—d hy f-:*r.d Vt*eount Horatio I B' .. U.* f Bart•.ma.rte has fc**n f estraetted heran*e of hit mtaconduct while drir.itir.e neverthe>sa ' to v r.„ ;r.t :n an f?Tort ’o keep a prmr.t** to Lady Cleon* that he alll he.p t.er e.iu.-aai. Ge.at refuses to* offer. Brer!y boy* a hotr* In l/tr.don !n r -• a forr*r p- r.e. s a valet He invades the ' and of farhion. ar.d counts amont - -.a— Beverley h :ts ah r *pir:t*d norse from Capt -ermines *o enter a **" - ' -i ra r In vtv.rh the rbeount, Sir Mer v.r at and Captain Ei.rrtfby a.to are to take part. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY INSTALLMENT NINETY-TWO • Continued i "Yet, mam—all right, mam—you | jest leave ;m to me.” replied Mas- ! ter Milo with his superb air. “don't I you worrit on 'is account, ’e ll be all j right along o’ me. mam. 'e will.” 'For that,” cried the Duchess, catching him bv two of his gleaming buttons, “for that I mean to kiss you. <’ ntP The which, despite his reproving blushes, she did j forthwith. Ar.d Cleone and Barnabas? Well, It so chanced, her Grace's back' was toward them; while as lor Master Milo—abashed, and for once i forgetful of his bepolished topboots, j he became In very truth a child,! though one utterly unused to the motherly touch of a tender woman’s | lips; therefore he suffered the em- j brace with closed eyes—even his buttons were eclipsed, and. in that: moment, the Duchess w hispered j something in his ear. Then he turned and followed after Barnabas, who was already striding away across the wide lawn, his head' carried high, anew light in lus eyes and a wondrous great Joy at his heart—a man henceforth —n olute to attempt all things, glorying In h!g strength and cont< n. tuous of failure, because of the trill of a woman's voice and the quick hot touch of a womans soft lips, v hose caress had been in no sense—motherly. Bari abas went on down the road, past the finger-post, with Milo of Crotcr.a's small top-boots twinkling at his side. ''Sir,” said he suddenly, speaking In a awed toe, “is she a real Doochess —the little old ’un?” “Yes.” nodded Barnabas, “very real. Wliy, Imp?” Cos I called ’er a child. I did— Lord! An’ then she—she kissed me, she did, sir—which ain't much in my line, it ain t. But she give me a guuica, sir, an’ she likewise whispered in my ear, she did.’’ “Oh?” said Barnabas, thinking of Clconc—“whispered, did she?” “Ah; she says to me—quick like, sir—she says, ‘tell ’im,” she says—meaning you, sir. 'tell im to beware o' Wilfred Chichester!’ she says.” a a a THE chill of dawn was in the air as the chaise began to rumble Offer the London cobble-stones, whereupon Master Milo, who for the la t hour had slumbered peacefully, coiled up in his corner like a kitten, rou ed himself, sat suddenly very upright, straightened his cap and pulled down his coat, broad awake all at once, and with his eyes as round and bright as his buttons. “Are you tired. Imp?” inquired Barnabas, yawning. "Tired, sir, ho no, sir—not a bit, I ain't.” “But you haven't slept much.” “Slep', sir? I ain't slep’. I only jest 'appened to close me eyes. sir. You see. I don't need much sleep, I don't—four hours is enough for

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EUROPEANS even believed that the bird of paradise was hatched without wings, and was able to float through the air. The female was believed to make her nest and rear the young among the tail feathers of the male. • • • NEXT—What streams do crawfish prefer?

any man.—my pal Nick says so. and Nick knows a precious lot, 'e do.” “Who is Nick?” “Nick's a cobbler, sir,—boots and shoes—ladies’ and gents', and a very good cobbler ’e is too, although a cripple wuv a game leg. Me and 'im s pals, sir, and though we 'as our little turn-ups ’count of ’im coming it so strong agin the quality. I'm never very ’ard on ’im ’count of is crutch, d’ ye see, sir.” “What do you mean by the ‘Quality.’ Imp?” • Gentle-folks, sir,—rich folks like you an’ m'iud. ‘l'd gillertine the lot. if Id my way,’ he says, ‘like the Frenchies did in Nmty-three,’ ’e says. But 'e wouldn’t reely o' course, for Nick’s very tender-heated, though 'e don't like it known. So we’re pals, we are, and I often drop m to smoke a pipe wiv ’im ” “What! Do you smoke, Imp?” “Why, yes o’ course, sir—all grooms smokes ir chews, but I prefers a pipe—alius ’ave, ah! ever since I were a kid. But I mostly only 'as a pipe when I drop in on my pal Nick in Giles’ Rents.” “Down by the river?” inquired Barnabas. “Yessir. And now, shall I border the post-boy to stop?” "What for?” “Well, the stables is near by, sir, and I thought as you might like to tak? a glimp at the 'orses—just to make your mind easy, sir.” ”Oh, very well!” said Barnabas, for there was something in the boy’s small, eager face that he could . not resist. Therefore, having paid and dismissed the chaise, they turned into a certain narrow by-street. On they they went, side by side, between houses of gloom and silence, and thus, in a while, came to another narrow’ street, or rather, blind alley, at the foot of which were the stables. “Hush, sir!” said the Imp, staring away to where the stable buildings loomed up before them, shadowy and indistinct in the dawui. “Hush, sir!" he repeated, and Barnabas saw that he was creeping forward on tip-toe, and. though scarce knowing I why, he himself did the same. a a a THEY found the great swing doors fast, bolted from within, and, in tnis still dead hour, save for their own soft breathing, not a sound reached them. Then Barnabas laughed suddenly, and clappod Master Milo upon his small, rigid shoulder. “There. Imp—you see it’s all right!” said he, and then paused, and held his breath. “Did ye hear anythink?” whispered the boy. “A chain rattled. I think.” “And’t was in ‘The Terror’s’ stall —there? didn't ye hear something else, sir?” “No!” “I did—it sounded like—” the boy's voice tailed off suddenly and. upon the silence, a low whistle sounded; then a thud, as of some one dropping from a height, quickly followed by another —and thus two figures darted away, impalpable as ghosts in the dawn, but the alley was filled with the rush and patter of their flight. (To Be Continued) U. SreAPITAL STOCK TAX RETU nv S ARE DUE Corporations File Before Aug. 31, C .or Warns. Federal capital stock tax returns on form 707 are due not later than Aug. 31 at the internal revenue office, 301 Federal building, Will H. Smith, internal revenue collector, anounced today. All corporations not specifically exempt from filling by the commissioner of internal revenue must file, Mr. Smith asserted.

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TARZAN AND THE CITY OF GOLD

Phoebeg this time approached Tarzan warily. He wanted just to get hold of him; then he knew he could crush the ape-man with his great strength. Tarzan, sensing what was in his foe’s mind, taunted Phobeg by holding his left wrist out to the other, who seized it.

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Then Tarzan, stepping in quickly, struck Phobeg a terrific blow in the face with his right list, and again, wheeling quickly beneath his victim, threw him heavily once more. This time Phobeg had difficulty in rising at all. Coming up slowly, he saw Tarzan waiting.

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The blood froze in the veins of the Cathnean as he heard the low, beat-like growl rumbling in the throat of the stranger. Suddenly Tarzan stopped, seized Phobeg and, lifting him bodily, held him above his head. Then he hurled him to the ground again.

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Phobeg fell sprawling, close to the royal log* where Nemone sat, tense and thrilled. She leaned forward, her eyes flashing, her bosom heaving; then turned to Erot, saying, “Would you like to bet a little more on the strongest man in Cathne? I double my bet on Tarzan.’’

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