Indianapolis Times, Volume 46, Number 97, Indianapolis, Marion County, 1 September 1934 — Page 11

SEPT. 1, 1931

The Amateur Gentleman

By Jeffrey Farnol

ur.n nritK tod% Barnabat Bartr. *or f Jnhn format En*’.t*F. champion ®r.r.*htar d*'rmln* to bacom# * i-.:.rr.ar_ .•? rat*.tine an ir.har.tanr* of .9 n pound!. J SfiO.OOO Acatrut tr.a ;chat of hM and Na'*v B*lL ‘*o formar p :g;! tt. ha .aa - . at tor Maaon. H* rhanga* hi* tarnam* -o B* ar.av On tha ar •< London ha m*t Mardtth i'h ahom ha fa..s in lota, and finally nctaad* in atnning her ptimtaa to ir.arrt him. Har hand la tough' a .'to m Chlehattar a tog a and S.r Mortimr Carnabv Chlcha*ar hat a atrnn* Idanca aw teitMJtonv mama hall bfo*hr of Ladt Ciaona. Bammaina 1* hounded hr Ja*t>ar Gaunt, a mor.at Sander. Wtrrad by a friend V’crount Hora'lo Baitaa:’ that Barrymaina ha* been oitracuad because of hit - •ah*. drlnamg B*w’*f na'ar*h.aa aks to pay Gaunt in an effort to ***p a promtae o Ladt Claor.a tha- ha l!l h*lp her kinsman. Ga .nt refuse* the offar. pa erlay but* a h<-ma In London in which ha Installs John Paiarny former poacher • a ••>• Ha Ir.’.adaa the world of and ao .n.’s among hi frtandi Vlaeonr- Da- an ham Bvarlat butt a high apirlted horaa from. Captain B,fne*by and de-arm!n* *o enter a -aapiachaa race in which the cisount. 8:r Mor-'mr and Caplam Bhr.gsby also are *o taka part. SOW GO ON WITH THE STOUT INSTALLMENT NINETY-THREE (Continued! ONCE more the viscount sank back among his pillows and irtared up at the celling a while ere he spoke again. ‘By the Lord. Bev,” said he. at lat, “the stable-boys might well call him ‘the Terror !” “Yes.” said Barnabas, “he has earned his name, Dick.” “And the man was—dead, you say?'* ‘ Hideously drad. Dirk-and in his pocket we found this!" and Barnabas produced a dirty and crumpled piece of paper, and put into the viscount's reluctant hand. “Look at It. Dick, and tell me what it is." “Why. Bev —deuce take me. it's a plan of our stables! And they've got it right, too! Here's Moonraker's stall marked out as pat as you please, and The Terror's, but they've got his name wrong—” “My horse had no name. Dick." / “But there’s something written . pre.” “Yes. look at it carefully. Dick.” “Well, here's an H. and an E. and —looks like 'Hera.’ Bev!” “Yea. but it tent. Look at that last Utter again. Dirk!” “Why, I believe —by God, Bev—it's an E!" “Yes—an E. Dick.” “ Here’!" said the viscotint, staring at the paper; “why. then—why. Bev —it was—your horse they were after!” “My horse —yes, Dick.” ‘ But he's a rank outsider—he isn’t even in the betting! In heaven's name, why should any one—” “Look on the other side of the paper. Dick.” Obediently, the viscount turned the crumpled paper over, and thereafter sat staring wide-eyed at a name scrawled thereon, and from it to Barnabas and back again; for the name he saw was this: Ronald Barrymore Esq re. “•And Dick.” said Barnabas, “it is in Chichester's handwriting." i ait THE whiskers of Mr. Digby Smiwie were in a chastened mood, indeed their habitual ferocity was mitigated to such a degree that they might almost be said to wilt, or droop. Mr. Smiwie drooped likewise. He sat in one of the rickety chairs, his legs stretched out to the clieer- ■ less hearth, and stared moodily at the ashes of a long dead fire. At the opening of the door he started and half rose, but seeing Barnabas, sank back again. • Beverley," he cried, “thank hqpven you're safe back again—thii te to say—” he w ent on. striving to speas in his ordinary manner, “that is to say—l mean—ah—in short, my dear Beverley, I'm delighted to see you!”

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DEATH VALLEY, in California, is one ol the hottest spots in the world. A temperature of 134 was registered there on July 10, 1813. Anna. Trtpolitania, North Africa, claims to have recorded a temperature of 136. • • • NEXT—What strange belief do the Mays Indians have about vulture*?

• Pray what do you mean by safe?” “What do I mean?" repeated Mr. Smiwie. beginning to fumble for his whisker with strangely clumsy finger*, why. I mean—safe, sir—a very natural wish, surely?” Yes.” said Barnabas, “and you wished to see me. I think?" “To see you?” echoed Mr. Smiwie, still feeling for his whisker —“why. yes, of course—” “At least the viscount told me so.” “Ah? Deuced obliging of the viscount—very!" “Are you alone?” Barnabas inquired, struck by Mr Smiwie's hesnf manner, and he glanced toward the door of what was evidently a bedroom. - - INSTALLMENT NINETY-FOUR " A LONE, sir," said Mr. Smiwie, ; ■*- “is the precise and only word ! for it. You have hit the nail exactly—upon the nob, sir. In a word, my frlpnd Barry—wholly forgetful of those sacred bonds which the hammer of adversity alone can weld —scorning friendship's holy obligations, has turned his back upon Smiwie—upon Digby—upon faithful Dig. and—in short has—ah—hopped the mutual perch, sir.” * “Do you mean he has left you?” “Yes, sir. We had words this morning—a good many and. the end of it was—he departed—for good, i and all on your account!” ‘ Mv account?” • “And with a month’s rent due, not to mention the Spanswick's wages, and she has a tongue! 'Oh, Death, where is thy sting?’ ” “But how on my account?” “Sir, in a word, he resented my friendship for you. Sir, Barrymaine is cursed proud, but so am I—as Lucifer! Sir. when the blood of a Smiwie is once curdled, it’s curdled most damnably, and the heart of a Smiwie—as all the world knows—becomes a—an accursed flint, sir.” Here Smiwie shook his head and sighed again. “By the way. do you happen to remember if you fastened the front door securely?” “No.” “I ask because the latch is faulty —like most things about here—and in this delightful Garden of Hatton and the—ah—hotbeds adjoining there are weeds, sir, of thp rambling species which, given opportunity—will ramble anywhere.” a a a “/CHICHESTER?” said Barnabas. V> “Yes!” “And it would almost seem that he's determined that 3arrymaine shall—be the same. Poor fellow's been very strange lately—Gaunt's been pressing him again worse than ever—even threatened him with the Marshal sea. Consequently, the flowing bowl has continually brimmed —Chichester's doing, of course—and he seems to consider you his mortal enemy, and—in short, I think it only right to—put you on your guard.” “You mean against—Chichester?” “I mean against—Barrymaine!” “Ah!” said Barnabas, chin in hand, “but why?” “Well, you'll remember that the only time you met him he w r as inclined to be—just a 1-ee-tle—vio-lent. perhaps?” “When he attacked me with the bottle—yes!” sighed Barnabas, “but surely that was only because he was drunk?’’ “Y-e-s, perhaps so,” said Mr. Smiwie. fumbling for his whisker again, “but this morning he—wasn't so drunk as usual." “Well?” “And yet he was more violent than ever—raved against you like a maniac.” "But—why?” (To Be Continued)

OTR HOARDING HOUSE

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FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS

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WASHINGTON TUBBS II

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BOOTS AND HER BUDDIES

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TARZAN AND THE CITY OF GOLD

Tarzan glanced up at the queen as she called his name. ‘ Why do you not kill him?" she cried. -Why should I kill him?’’ demanded Tarzan. “He can not harm me. and I kill only in self-defense or for food." “Kill him. fellow!" shouted Erot, Nemones favorite noble. "It is the queen's command!"

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Phobeg braced himself for a final effort to delay his end. He knew’ that he had met one mightier than himself and must die when the other wished. The ap*-man looked at the queen's favorite. "Tarzan kills only when it pleases him to kill," Nemone heard him say. "I shall not kill Phobeg."

—By Ahern

OUT OUR WAY

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"You fool!" cried Erot. "Do you not understand that it is the queen’s wish; that it is her command, which no one may disobey and live, that you kill this fellow?" "If the queen wishes him killed, why doesn’t she send you down to do it, She is your queen, not mine," answered Tarzan.

—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

Erot looked horrified. He turned to the queen. "Shall I order the guard to destroy the impudent savage?” he asked. Nemone shook her head. Her countenance remained inscrutible. but a strange light burned in her eyes. "Set Phobeg free,” she said, "ana—bring the other to me in the palace."

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