Indianapolis Times, Volume 46, Number 114, Indianapolis, Marion County, 21 September 1934 — Page 37

SEPT. 21, 1931.

The Amateur Gentleman Jeffrey Farnol 1 1

BEGIN HIRE TODAT Barsabat Etrtr. too of Jor.n Barty. former Er.f .ie champion p:.i Sinter. Ceterr-.utea t•> bo". 4 tenutatfi *!‘er rMrlriax an ir.her.tar.e* of ICC 000 pcur.da. M &OB.COO At t-nit -he v.ifcet Os h* lather and Nitty B i.to 4 fonr.er pii.. tt. he leaver for Lcnaon. He cr.tr.fet 014 t.rctrr.t to Bever.ev. Os the wt to L/r.acn r. rr.e-tt Li'ty C> r r.e Meredith with hem he fail* In lore, er.a finally 'uee**a tn vtßßinC her promue to marry him. Her hand tt k ifht eito try Cbieherter. a roftie. and Sir Mortimer Carnaby. Chtcheater hat e itror.g influent* oyer Rnnaid Barrrntaine. hair brother of Lady C.eor.e. Barrvmatne ta hounded by Ja.oer Gaunt a morrr tender Warned by a friend. Vi.count Horatio Bella; a. that Barrytnair.e baa been oe'racired necauae of r.ta misconduct while drtnkinr. Beverley nevertheless •eeka to pay Gaunt tn an effort to keep a prorr.be to Lady Cieor.e that ha win hefp her kintroan Gaunt refute* the offer. Beverley buys e home tr> London tn which h tnatalta John Peterhy a former poacher. s a valet. He inradea the world rs fufcson. anl count-Smoni h i fr.er.-ts Vnee it De er.ham f*r Mort.rrer iotea to Beverley la a .teeplecfcase race NOW GO ON WITH THE STORE INSTALLMENT ONE HUNDRED SEVEN (Continued) “The m-meeting." "What—you mean to try and make him fight, do you?" "Os course—try that way first. Give him a ch-chance. you know—-c-can’t shoot him down on s-sight." "Ah-hi" said Mr. Chichester, very slowly, “you can't shoot him on sight—of course vou can't. I see.” “Wha*? W-wbat d'ye see? Devilish dark hole in there! * "All the better, Ronald—think of his surprise when instead of finding an armful of warm loveliness waiting for him in the shadows, he finds the avenging brother! Come into the shadows. Ronald.” “AH right—yes, the shadow. Instead of the sister, the b-brother—- • es, by God!" Now the flooring of the loft where Barnabas lay was full of wide cracks and Assures. Thus, lying at full length. Parnabas saw them below, Barrymaine leaning against the grumbling wall, while Mr. Chichester stooped above the open duelling case. "What—they’re loaded are they?” said he. "Os c-coursc!” "They're handsome tools. Ronald, and with your monogram, I see ” ”Yes. Is your f-flask empty, Chichester?" "No, I think not," answered. Mr. Chichester, still stooping above the pistol in his hand. “Then give it me, will you—m-my i throat's on fire.” "Surely you've had enough, Ronald? Did you know this flint was loose?” “I’m n-not drunk. I t-tell you. I know when I’ve had enough, g-give me some brandy. Chit, I know there's p-precious little left.” A * f "WHY tt 1. fix this flint first, ▼ ▼ Rona I see you have all the necessary toois here.” So saying, Mr. Chichester rose and began feeling through his pockets, while Barrymaine. grumbling, stooped above the pistol case. Then, even as he did so. Mr. Chichester drew out a silver flask, unscrewed it, and thereafter made a certain quick, stealthy i gesture behind his companion's back,' which done, he screwed up the | flask, shook it, and, as Barrymaine ! rose, held it out to him: “Yes. I'm afraid there's very little left, Ronald,” said he. With a murmur of thanks Barrymaine took the flask and. setting it to his lips. | drained it at a gulp, and handed it back. "Gad. Chichester!” he exclaimed, j “It tastes damnably of the f-flask — j faugh! What time is it?” "A quarter to seven!” "Th-three quarters of an hour to j wait!” “It will soon pass. Ronald, besides, he's sure to be early.” "Hope so! But I—l think I'll s-sit down.”

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"Well, the floor's dry. though dirty.” "D-dirty? So it Is, but beggars can't be c-choosers and—devlish drowsy place, this!—l'm a b-beggar —you know t-that, and—pah! I think I'm 1-losing my taste for orandy—“ "Really, Ronald? I’ve thought you seemed over fond of It—espej daily lately." “No—no!” answered Barrymaine, 1 speaking in a thick, indistinct voice and rocking unsteadily upon his I heels. "I'm not—no-not drunk, only —devlish sleepy!” "Then you'd better—lie down. Ronald." | “Yes, I'll—lie down, dev’ilsh—drowsy p-place—lie down," mumbled Barrymaine, suiting the action to the word; yet after lying down full length, he must needs struggle up to his elbow again to blink at Mr. Chichester, heavy eyed and with one hand to his wrinkling brow. “Wha-what w-was It we—came for? Oh y-yes—l know—Bev’ley. of course! You'll w-wake me—when he c-comes?” "11l wake you. Ronald.” “S-such a c-cursed—drowsy—” Barrymaine sank down upon his side, rolled over upon his back, threw wide his arms, and so lay. breathing stertorously. mam 'T'HEN Mr. Chichester smiled, and coming beside him, looked down upon his helpless form and flushed face and, smiling still, spoke In his soft, gentle voice: "Are you asleep, Ronald?” he Inquired, and stirred Barrymaine lightly with his foot, but, feeling him so helpless, the stirring foot grew slowly more vicious. “Oh Ronald,” he murmured, "what a fool you are! What a drunken, sottish fool you are. So you'd give him a chance, would you? Ah, but you must n’t, Ronald, you shan’t, for your sake and my sake. My hand Is steadier than yours, so sleep, my dear Ronald, and wake to find that you have rid us of our good, young Samaritan—once and for all, and then—hey for Cleone, and no more dread of the future. Sleep on, you swinish sot!” Mr. Chichester’s voice was as soft as ever, but, as he turned away, the sleeping youth started and groaned beneath the sudden movement of that vicious foot. And now Mr, Chichester stooped, and taking the pistols, one by one, examined flint and priming with attentive eye, which done, he crossed to a darkened window and, bursting open the rotting shutter, knelt and leveled one of the weapons, steadying his wrist upon the sill. Slowly the sun declined, and slowly the shadows lengthened about Oakshott's barn, as they had done many and many a time before. And ever that crouching figure knelt beside the broken shutter, very silent, very still, and very patient. But all at once, as he watched, Barnabas saw the rigid figure grow suddenly alert, saw the right arm raised slowly, stealthily, saw the pistol gleam as it w’as levelled across the sill; for now, upon the quiet rose a sound faint and far, yet that grew, the on-coming rustle of leaves. Then, even as Barnabas stared down wide-eyed, the rigid figure started, the deadly pistol-hand wavered, was snatched back, and Mr. Chichester leapt to his feet. He stood a moment hesitating as one at a sudden loss, then crossing to the unconscious form of Barrymaine, he set the pistol under his lax hand, turned, and vanished into the shadow. (To Be Continued)

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TARZAN AND THE CITY OF GOLD

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As Tarzan and his companion entered the royal lions’ stable a familiar scent-spoor came tp the ape-man’s nostrils. “Balthar is here,” he remarked to Gemnon. “Perhaps,” replied the noble, “but I don’t understand how you know it." They walked along before the cages when Gemnon suddenly halted.

AYRES 62nd ANNIVERSARY SALE Is the Sale of the Year—Because of the Store Behind the Sale—(See Pages 2,12 and 13)

THE INDIANAPOLIS TIIVIES

He was in advance of Tarzan. “How do you do it?” he demanded. “Last night you knew Erot was with the Queen though you did not see him; now you knew that Balthar, her famous man-eating lion was here; and. sure enough, he is!” Tarzan approached and stood beside Gemnon.

—By Ahern

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—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

“It is evident that he would like to,” answered Tarzan. Gemnon said: “Belthar has killed three keepers and he will eat more before good fortune rids us of him; but Nemone will not have him destroyed. She is supposed to have a peculiar superstition about Belthar.” “What is it?” asked the ape-man.

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