Indianapolis Times, Volume 46, Number 113, Indianapolis, Marion County, 20 September 1934 — Page 27

SEPT. 20, 1034.

T he Amateur Gentleman —By Jeffrey Parnol ""

KLOI.N HI H L lUU4 Birtj *OO oS Jena Brty tat~*T l . - T ; r ;**attr tf> bee-me k sect.-TOer. *!’*r if n* " .:•** ' <■! OW ti-- u. $3 J.C'* AEi.r.Jt ‘ r. is£e rs r *r<j N*n a* *.*o i • O" o I- .ci he rr(V. L*<l C • *- '4- . to r. tali* .a I her p?- ~._e to rr.*r :v t aj. Her head ! •■< ' nv rh:t;.e ter. a ro* i : Bar- 3T Ji-oer 4* i.'.t, Wr-<*<l tv frier.®. V:*court Hora'lo p, • f>... ma.r.* hu ben 1 *r . " dr'n*.. " Rtvericr nevertee.;- • ;,i'. < nt ir> an effort to seep a wx i 'O L* :v C.f ne that he vtlfi ’ E *r t o r. rr.e in Lor.Con tc i rj’ji r. ts : er. .r.* atsr.r.e NOW GO ON WIIH IliC STOR* INSTALLMENT ONE HUNDRED COME. tSats better and better!" nodded Mr. Shrig brightly, “that’s worry pretty, that is—things is rosier than I ’oped, but then, as I said afore, things : alius blackest Rfore the dawn. O k-iiott s Barn, rh? Ecod, now. but it sounds a nice, lonesome place—just the sort o’ place for it. a—a-cop*’al place as you might call it. But you—von t go, o' course, sir?" "Go?" "To Oak-.hott's Bam, tomorrowevening?" "Yes, of course " answered Barnabas, 'the appointment ... :• -r seven* thirty.” f “Seven-thirty!” nodded Mr. Shrig. "and a worry nice time for it too! Sun et. It'll be about—a good light and not too lontt to vait till dark 'es, seven-thirty's a werry good time for it!” "For what?" “V y," said Mr. Shirig. lowering his Voice suddenly. ‘ lets say for ’it’!’’ “Tt.”' rept itcd Barnabas, staring. "Might I jest take a peep at that there letter, vere it says seven thirty, sir?" “Yes," said Barnabas pointing to a certain line of Clone's letter, "here it is!” "Ah,” exclaimed Mr. Shrig. nodding and rubbing his hand.* again, i "your eyca is good uns, a.n t they, ’ air? * "Yes.” “Then jest take a good look at that there seven-thirty, vill you, sir —come, vot do you see?” "That the paper is roughened a little, and the ink has run.’ "Yes, and vot else? Look at it a bit closer, sir." “Why," said Barnabas staring hard at the spot, "it look as though something had been scratched out!’ "And so it has, sir. If you go there at seven-thirty, it von t be a lair lady as 'll be waiting to meet you. The time’s been altered o' cour • ' Id and expected.” "All!” said Barnabas, slowly and very eftly, and clenched his list. "So now, and ye see, you can't go—c i. ■ ’ said Mr. Shrig in a hopeless tone. "Yes” said Barnabas. “Eh? Vot—you vill?” “Most a.surcdly!” ana Even on a summer’s afternoon Oakshott's Barn is a desolate; place. It Ls a place apart, shut out from the world of life and motion, a pla ■ . ig • tive rt decay and degen-j cration. and therefore a depressing' place at ail times. Yet, standing here. Barnabas smiled and uncovered his head, lor here. once, she had stood, she who was for him the only woman in all the world. So having paused awhile to lock about him. he presently went on into the gloom of the barn, a gloom damp and musty with years and decay. Now glancing sharply this way and that, Barnabas d a ladder j cr rather the mouldering remains of i

This Curious World Ferguson j ■ ■—■ PMOTOGCADHIC /SO, *** \ v K££OiNG TQAC.K. off he NORTH MAGNETIC POLE 6 v, 74 < OF AXAJOR. 6URWASH, OP THE CANADIAN GOVERNMENT The POLE, LOCATED CN BOOTHIA PENINSULA, SHiPTS CONSTANTLY THE FAMOUS / V KILIMINJJAR.O TUSKS S^j2T 1 IT extremely doubtful if there exists today another pair of tusks as laree a the K:.:mut.-iro set. and it is doubtful whether another pair evpr w ... grow to such .ze. The weight of these tusks was 228 and 232 pounds NLA I—How loug luu the iuntUon of the brain been known?

one. that led up from the darkest comer to a loft; up this ladder, with all due rare, he mounted, and thus found himse.f in what had once rr rved as a hay-loft, for in one ‘ comer there yet remained a rotting i Pde. Ar.d in a while as he watched. | screening himself from all chance |of observation, Barnabas saw two , f.-'.rcs emerge into the clearing and advance toward the bam. •*I tell you C-Chichester, it will be cither him or m-me!” "If he—condescends to fight you, my dear Ronald.” < rted Barry n.aine, and it needed by a glance at fin:hod cheek and swaying figure to see that he had been dnnkmg than usual. “C-con-ff'fnd, damn his insolence! Conj descend, will he?” "But you can t make a man fight, Ronald.” "Can’t I? Why then if he won’t fight I’ll—" Hush! don’t speak so loud!” ‘Wei, I will, Chichester—s-so help me God. I will!” • Will—what, Ronald?” "W-wait and see!” "You don t mean—murder, Ronald?” ■ I didn’t s-say so, d-did I?” "Os course no. my dear Barry's ii.e, but —shall I take the pistols?” And Mr. Chinchester stretched out his hand toward a flat, oblong box that Barrymaine j aimed clutched beneath his arm. Be’ter give them to rr.o.” Ronald.” • No—w-why should I?” "Well —in your present mood—” "I —l’m not —d-drunk —damme, I'm not, I tell you! And I'll give he f-fellow every’ chance —honor- i able meeting.” • Then, if he refuses to fight you,! as of course he will, you'll let him go to—ah—make love to Cleone?” "No, by God!” cried Barrymaine r a sudden, wild fury, ‘T-I'll sh-shoot him first!” "Kill him?” "Yes, k-kill him!” "Oh. no you won't, Ronald, for two reasons. First of all, it would be murder—!” "Murder!" Barrymaine repeated, o it would—murder! Yes, by God!" "And secondly, you haven’t the nerve. Though he has clandestine i meetings with your sister, though l you into the mud, trample you under his feet, throw you into a debtor's prison to rot out your days—though he ruin your body and soul, and compromise your sister's honor —st ill you'd never—murder him, Ronald, you couldn't, you haven't the heart, because it would be—murder!” INSTALLMENT ONE HUNDRED SEVEN MR. CHICHESTER’S voice was low - , yet each incisive, quickspoken word reached Barnabas, while upon Barrymaine their effect was demoniac. Dropping his pistolcase, he threw up wild arms and shooks his clenched fists in the air. "Damn him!” he cried, "damn him! B-bury me in a debtor’s prison, will he? Foul my sister’s honor w-will he? Never! never! I tell you I’ll kill him first!” "Murder him, Ronald?” "Murder? I t-tcll you it's no nuuder to kill his sort. G-give me the pistols.” "Hush! Come into the barn.” "No. W-what for?’” -Well, the time is getting on, Ronald—nearly 7 and your ardent lovers are usually before their time. Come into the barn.” "No-no —devilish dark hole!” "But—he'll see you here!” • What if he does, can't g-get away from me—better f-for it out here—lighter.” "What do you mean? Better—for what?” (To Be Continued)

OUR BOARDING HOUSE

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FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS

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BOOTS AND HER BUDDIES

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TARZAN AND THE CITY OF GOLD

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A short distance ahead Tarzan saw a lion on the dead body of a naked man. “Your streets do not seem very safe for pedestrians’* exclaimed the ape-man. Gemnon laughed. “You notice no one seems much concerned’’ he replied. “Lions must eat.” “Do they kill many of your citizens?” asked Tarzan.

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“Very few” said Gemnon. “When a man dies here if his relatives can afford it his last resting place is the fiery crater of our sacred volcano, Xarator. Many, though, request that when they die their bodies be thrown to the lions. It is considered an honor; for, you see, our god is a lion.

—By Ahem

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OUT OUR WAY

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“There are about 500 lions in the city. Some are used for racing; others for hunting elephants. The Queen has fully 300 full grown males; these are the war lions.” For awhile the bizarre shops interested Tarzan: but always a crowd followed him now, gazing at him admiringly.

—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

“Let’s get out of here,” suggested the ape-mans “I do not like crowds.” “We will go back to the palace and look at Nemone’s war lions, then,” answered Gemnon. “I would rather meet lions than people,” Tarzan assured him. Gemnon said, “I’ll show you one I hope you never meet in the open.”

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