Indianapolis Times, Volume 46, Number 102, Indianapolis, Marion County, 7 September 1934 — Page 29

■Sept. 7,1931

The Amateur Gentleman =By Jeffrey Farnol '

BF (.IN HIRE TODAY Barty <■ nos John Barry. I former Era ih champion pr;i..gC.*r, x. a ght.*mar. *;-*r | - •• inheritance of 700.004 r< , \ ’ f* • -.-r ’ ar.it B'.i. •*<> •- Pi * :<• him for London, lie r' R(' r. % i .mame so B*verler. On -*-.v •<> London ho sr.*e*s Lady I with ah' - tn he falls .n # r Ir. ;y in *inr.:ri ... to marry him. Her hand . V in* a SO nr Chichester, a r's i. .... - . Chichester i ■ , - , . er Ronald Barry* ; her of Lad-.- Cleone. j Barrvm.a.r.e r* .r.ded by Jasper Gaunt. | v.rt.esj hr f ieri. Vfscoant Hora*:o 1 Ff . ■ x: at Barr*.rr.air.e has been . f -usd he-tise of h.a ir * cor. duct - * d-*o<;rr Beverley neverthelesa to pav Gaurt lr. an effort to k**P | ( ‘hat he rd.l j v. - her k.r. sia. Gaunt refuses tr.e p. *r’y burs a home !*t Loft Son in - . John Peterv a • royher as a rale*. He inr*de* • w---4 of’fs'hi't ard count* amor* Bever*eV t-iVs a hih spirited r from Cap- . . enter s - •'. viscount. E - .* rr.or and Cap'a.n Slinocv also are to taice part. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORT INSTALLMENT NINETY-SEVEN | (Continued; *1 must.” she answered. “I can j earn enough lor my needs with my needle, and poor little Nick is very kind—so gentle* and considerate in ; spite of his great, rough voice and fierce ways. I think he is the j gentlestlli s le man in all the world | He actually refused to take my money at fin?. until I threatened to go somewhere else.” But how did you find your way to—such a place as this?” • Milo brought me here.” -The Vi count's little imp of a j groom?” Ye-, though he promised never to tell—-him where I was, and Milo always keeps his word. And /ou. Mr. Beverley, you will promise also, won t you?” “You mean—never to tell the viscount of your whereabouts?” Clemency nodded. “Yes.” said Barnabas. “I will promise, but—on condition that you henceforth will regard me as a brother. That you will allow me the prti ilece of helping you whenf * rr I may, and will always turn to me in your need. Will you promise me thus. Clemency?” And Barnabas held out his hand. “Yes.” she answered, smiling up into his earnest eyes, “I think I shall be—proud to—have you for a brother.” And she put her hand into his. “Ah! so you’re a-coing, are ye?” demanded the cobbler, disgorging t“e last of the nails as Barnabas stepped into the dark little shop. Yes.” said Barnabas, “and. if you think my boots sufficiently trustworthy. I should like to shake your hand.” Eh?” exclaimed the cobbler, “shake ’ands with old Nick, sir? But you're one o’ the quality, and I ates the quality—chop ofT their ’cads if I 'ad my way, I would! and mv ’ands very dirty—jest let me wipe it a bit—there sir, if you wi.-h to! and 'rre's ’oping to see you again Thouch. mark you. the Frenrhies was quite ncht—there’s Nothing like the cillertine, I say. Good artemoon. sir.” INSTALLMENT NINETY-EIGHT THEN Barnabas went out into the narrow, grimy alley, and closed the crazy door behind him. But he had not cone a dozen yards when he heard Clemency calling his name, and hastened back. “Mr. Beverley,” said she. “I want to ask you—something else—about my father—” “Yes,” said Barnabas, as she hesitated. “Does he think I am—does he know that —though I ran away with —a beast, I—ran away—from him, also—does he know—?” “He knows you for the sweet, pure woman you are,” said Barnabas, as she fell silent again, “he knows the truth, and lives but to find you

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again—my sister!" Now, when he ! said this, Barnabas saw within ner rful eyes the light of a joy unj utterable. so he bared his head and, ! turning about, strode quickly away up the alley. Being come into the narrow, 1 dingy street, he suddenly espied Mr. , Shrig, who leaned against a conve- • nient poet and stared with round i eyes at the tumble-down houses ! opposite, while upon his usually I placid brow he wore a frown of deep ! perplexity. “So you followed me?” exclaimed Barnabas. “V'y. sir. sinc£ you mention it, — I did take that ’ere liberty. This is a werry on-savory neighborood at most times, an’ the air s werry bad for—fob-seals, say,—and cravatsparklers at all times. Sich things as a ’abit o’ wamshlng theirselves avay.” Having said which. Mr. Shirg walked on beside Barnabas as one who profoundly meditates. • Why so silent, Mr. Shrig?” inquired Barnabas as they crossed I Biackfriars bridge. Because I’m working out a prob- : lem. sir. For some time I’ve been I trying to add two and two together. and now I'm droring my | conclusions. So you know Old Nick the cobbler, do you, sir?” "I didn t—an hour ago.” “Sir. when you vos in his shop. I took the liberty o’ peeping in at he winder.” “Indeed?” “And I seen that theer ’andsome gal.” I “Oh. did you?” “I likewise 'eered her call your name—Beverley, I think?” “Yes—well?” “Beverley!” repeated Mr. Shng. “Yes.” “But your name's— Barty!” “True, but in London I'm known as Beverley, Mr. Shrig ” “Not—not—the Beverley? Not the bang up Corinthian? Not the Beverley as is to nde in the steeplechase?” “Yes,” said Barnabas, “the very same—why?” “Now —dang me for an a ass!” exclaimed Mr. Shng. and. snatching off the fur cap, he dashed it to the ground, stooped, picked it up, and crammed it back upon his head —all in a moment. “Why—what's the matter?” “Matter!” said Mr. Shrig. “matter, sir? My case is spiled—won’t come off—can't come off—mustn't come off!” “What in the world do j T ou mean?” “Mean, sir? I mean as, if Number Vun is the murderer, and Number Two is the accessory afore the fact, —then Number Three —the unfort nate victim is—vait a bit!” Here, pausing in a quiet corner of Fleet Market. Mr. Shng dived into his breast and fetched up his little book. “Sir,” said he, turning over its pages with a questing finger, “v en I borreyed that theer letter out o’ young B.'s pocket, I made so free as to take a copy of it into my little reader—ere it is—jest take a peep at it.” n n u THEN, looking where he pointed, Barnabas read these words, very neatly set down: “My Dear Barrymaine—l rather suspect Beverley will not ride in the race on the fifteenth. Just now he is at Hawkhurst visiting Cleone! He is with —your sister! If you are still in the same mind about a certain project, no place were better suited. If you-are still set on trying for him, and I know howdetermined you are where your honor, or Cleone's. is concerned, the ! country is the place for it, and I ' will go with you. though I am convinced he is no fighter, and will refuse to meet you, on one pretext or another. However, you may as well bring your pistols—mine are at the gun-smith's.—Yours always. "WILFRED CHICHESTER.” (To Be Continued)

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FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS

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For when the noble had opened the door to Nemone's chamber Tarzan's sensitive nostrils had caught the scent spoor of the Queen's favorite. “I hope not,” said Gemnon, alarmed. “If he is there this may be a trap from which you may never come out alive.”

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“One might fear the Queen,” replied Tarzan, “But not the jackal.” “It is the Queen of whom I was thinking,” said Gemnon as the noble returned to the anteroom. He nodded to Tarzan. “Her majesty will receive you now. You may go, Gemnon.”

—By; Edgar Rice Burroughs

Then to Tarzan the noble said: “When I open the door to announce you, enter the room and kneel. Remain kneeling until the Queen tells you to arise, and do not speak until after her majesty addresses you. Do you hear?” “I hear,” replied Tarzan. “Open the door!”

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