Indianapolis Times, Volume 46, Number 105, Indianapolis, Marion County, 11 September 1934 — Page 17

SEPT. 11, 1931

The Amateur Gentleman

By Jeffrey' Farnol

men Hit iot)i Pt'nabai BartT -n of John Brt*. firmer *-.*•;(.> <hnf n pr.^ft*ht*r. _._X , a hcom a genti*man *p*r nwtTM* an inMriunr* of TM.fM of h.s father acd Natty B*U. atao a - s' ** ho loavr* for London. H rbaagea hu’ lurnamt to B*#rl. On tbt ay to louden he meet. Lady Clron# Meredtth tstk ahom ha falls in > . -d flr. ie rceerts Jr. innln* hr p-omtaa to marre hurt. Her hand . I. ao i'tht a'.o hy rhirhr'teT. a ro*ue. and S r Mortimer CarnaOr Chlehe.ter £ "#- r# r c: Ro-a.'l B.ltl - mama half brother of Ladv Cleone. Barrvmasne la hounded by Jasper Gaunt. * Warned by a friend. Horatio ft. m , that Barrrma-.n* ha* been etr-2e and beeauae of h;a misconduct Be e r ley rt. ertheles* ■>• to nan daunt in an effort to keep a promt.* to Lady Cleon# that he vt.i h p fcer unatnua. Gaunt refuses the ©fer. fc ;ti a in Iy>n<lon isl . John Peterby. fora . et He Invade* the -sor'd of f>hMn. and rounta among , t-ir.d. vi.*co m* Derenham B*v*r|e? h-ivs a hi*-, tpir’ted horse from Cap- . , - -- ;,n*ahv ad deterrames to enter a .•e.p efha*e r* r e In ahirh the viscount. F r m -* rtr and Caotatn S'.incsoy aua are to take part. NOW GO ON WITH THE STOUT INSTALLMENT ONE HUNDRED (Continued! • My dear Sling, if you could manage to get your Rascal four new lens, deeper shoulders, and. say, fuller haunches, he might possibly stand a chance. As it is. Sling, my hoy, I commiserate you—but hallo! Devenham, what's wrong? You look a little off color.” • Well, for one thing. I want my breakfast.” answered the viscount. So do I!” cried the captain, springing to his feet, “but, b'gad. Dick you do look a bit palish round the gills, y' know.” • Effect of hunger and a bad night, perhaps.” • Had a bad pight, hey, Dick? Why, so did I.” said the cap.am, frowning. ‘’Dreamed that the Rascal fell and broke his neck, poor devil, and that 1 was running like the wind—jumping hedges and ditches with Jasper Gaunt close at my heels —oh. cursed unpleasant, y’ know! What—is breakfast ready? Then lets sit down, b gad, I'm famished!” So down they sat forthwith and. despite the viscount's arm. and the marquis of Jeminghams cravat, a very hearty and merry meal they marie of it. But lo! as they prepared to rise from the table, voices were heard beyond the door, whereupon the viscount sat up suddenly to listen. • Why—egad!” he exclaimed, “I do believe it's my Roman!” 'No. by heaven!” said the marquis. ai -o listening, "dooce take me if it isn't my great-aunt—her graceless grace, by Jove it is!” a a a EVEN as he spoke, the door opened and the duchess swept in. ail rustling silks and furbelows, very small, very dignified, and very Imperious. Behind her. Barnabas saw a tall, graceful figure, strangely young-looking despite his white hair, which he wore tied behind in a queue, also his clothes, though elegant, were of a somewhat antiquated fashion: but indeed, this man with his kindly eyes and gentle. humorous mouth, was not at all like the Roman parent Barnabas had pictured. “Ah. gentlemen!” cried the; duchess, acknowledging their fourj bows with a profound curtsy. “I am I here to wish you success—all four j of you—which is quite an impossi- j hie wi>h of course—still. I wish it. | Yes indeed, gentlemen, I've backed you all—l shall gain quite a fortune if you all happen to win—which you can't possibly, of course ■—still, one of you will. I hope—and oh. dear me, viscount, how pale you are! Look at him. Bamborough —it§ his arm. I know it is!” “Arm. madam?” repeated the viscount with an admirable look of surprise, “does your grace suggest—” But here the Earl of Bamborough

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stepped into the room and. closing the door, bowed to the company. “Gentlemen.” said he, “I have the honor to salute you! Viscount — your most dutiful, humble, obedient father to command." • My lord.” answered the viscount, gravely returning his father's bow. "your lordship's most obliged and ‘ grateful son!” My dear Devenham.” continued j ‘he earl solemnly, ‘ being, I fear, I something of a fogy and fossil. I don't know if you Bucks allow the j formality of shaking hands. Still, viscount, as father and son—or rather son and father, it may per- ■ haps be permitted us? How are j you. viscount?” Now as they clasped hands, Bar- | nabas saw the viscount set his jaw grimly, and something glistened upon his temple, yet his smile was quite engaging as he answered: Thank you, my lord—never bet- ! ter. Yes,” said his lordship, as he slowly relinquished the viscount's hand, “your grace was right, as usual—it Is his arm!” * Then of course he can not ride, Bamborough—you will forbid it?” On the contrary, madam, he must ride. Being a favorite, much money has changed hands already on his account, and, arm q j no arm, I he must ride now—he owes it to his backers. You intend to, of i course, Horatio?” "Mv lord. I do.” “It's your right arm. luckily, and a horseman needs only his left. You ride fairly well, I understand, viscount?” “Oh, indifferent wclT. sir. I thank you. But allow me to present my friend to your lordship—Mr. Beverley—my father!” a a a SO Barnabas shook hands with the viscount's Roman parent, and, meeting his kindly eyes, saw that, for all their kindliness, they were eyes that looked deep into the heart of things. “Come, gentlemen,” cried the duchess rising, "if you have quite finished breakfast, take me to the stables, for I’m dying to see the hones, I vow I am. Lead the way. Viscount. Mr. Beverley shall give me his arm.” So toward the stables they set forth accordingly, the duchess and Barnabas well to the rear, for, be it remarked, she walked very slowly. “Here it is, Barnabas," said she, as soon as the others were out of car-shot. ‘ What, madam?” “Oh, dear me, how frightfully dome you are. Barnabas!” she exclaimed. fumbing in her reticule. What should it be but a letter, to be sure—Cleone's letter.” “A letter from Cleone! Oh, duchess—” * Here—take it. She wrote it last night—poor child didn’t sleep a wink. I know, and—all on your account. sir. I promised I’d deliver it for her—l mean the letter—that's why I made Bamborough bring me here. That ridiculous Mr. Tressider told Cleone that it was the best course he ever hoped to ride over—meaning ‘the worst' of course, so Cleone's quite wretched, dear lamb—but oh. Barnabas.it would be dreadful if—if you were—killed —oh!” And the duchess shivered and turned away. “Would you mind? So much, madam?” “Barnabas—l never had a son—or a daughter—but I think I know just how —your mother would be feeling —now!” “And I do not remember my mother!” said Barnabas. “Poor, poor Joan!” sighed the duchess, very gently. "Were she here I think she would—but then ; she was much taller than I, and—oh. boy. stoop—stoop down, you great, tall Barnabas—how am I ever to reach you if you don’t?” (To Be Continued)

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