Indianapolis Times, Volume 46, Number 120, Indianapolis, Marion County, 28 September 1934 — Page 33

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The Amateur Gentleman

By Jeffrey Farnol

•CUt> UU TOD At Btrufcu Barty. ten of Jobs Barty former Xn*..h champion prl*eftbt*r. determine* to become a *nUern.ia ._r receiving aa Inheritance of 79C.Q00 pound*. tt.MMM AtainM the !*tea of hm father and Natty BeU. *}JJ* former pugilist, ne leave* tor tx>ndoa He chance* hta aurnerae to Beacciey. On the way to London he meet* Lady Cleon* Meredith with whom be jana in lore, and finally succeed* tn winning her preauae to mam him. Her h*-d U ao'tfbt aiao try Ch!che*t. a rofue. and Sir Mortimer Carnaby Chlcheeter haa a atronc inSuetsce o*er f ßld Barrymain* half brother of Lady Cjeone. Barrym*.:.e la hounded be la*oer Oaunt a moner lender. _ Warned oy a friend. vieeownt aorano Bella* la. that Barrymaine haa been eetraeued becauae of hi* BUtWwMI while drinalne Bererley nererthele** wet* to nay (saunt in an effort to Keep a promt.** to Lady Cleone that he wifi help par kinsman. Oaunt refuse* the Bererley boy* a noma in London which he Installs John Psterbr a former poacher, aa a valet. Bererley. reaortlne to fore* to prevent be.naMiot y Barryma.ne i* er.terrupted by Laoy Cleon*. She declares her '.oye U dead. NOW GO ON WITH f* STOBH INSTALLMENT ONE HUNDRED ELEVEN (Continued! And lo! even as Barnabas watched with bated breath, suddenly It was gone—struck away into space by an unseen weapon, and all in an Instant It seemed, came a vicious oath, a snarl from Mr. Shrig, the thud of a blow, and a dim shape staggered sideways and sinking down at the base of the wall la_> very silent and very stiff. INSTALLMENT ONE HUNDRED TWELVE “O UN!” cried Mr. Shrig. and K awav he went beside the, /iver, holding a tortuous course among the piles of rotting lumber, dexterously avoiding dim-seen obstacles, yet running with a swiftness wonderful to behold. All at once he stopped and planced about him. • What now?" inquired Barnabas. “S-sh! d' ye 'ear anything, sir?" Bure enough, from the darkness behind, came a sound there was no mistaking, the rush and patter of pursing feet, and the feet were many. -Are we to fight here?” demanded Barnabas, buttoning his coat. -No, not yet. sir. Ah! there's Oliver—told you it vould be a fine night. This vay. sir!" and turning to the left again, Mr. Shrig led the way down a narrow passage. Halfway along this dim alley he paused, and, seating himself upon a dim step, fell to mopping his brow. *‘A extra-special capital place, this, sir!” said he. “Bankside’s good enough for a capital job, but this is better, ah. a sight better! Many a unlort'nate wictim has been made a corp’ of, hereabouts, sir!" “Yes," said Barnabas shivering, for the air struck chill and damp, "but what do we do now -Vy. sir. I'll tell you. Ve sit here, nice and qviet and let ’em run on till they meet my four specials and Corporal Richard Roe, late Grenadiers. My specials has their staves and knows how to use ’em, and the corp has ’s ’ook—and an ’ook ain’t no-vise pleasant as a vepping. So, ven they come running back, d’ ye see. theer's you vith your stick, an’ me vith my barker, an’ so ve 'ave ’em front and rear.” “But can we stop them —all?” “Ah!” nodded Mr. Shrig, “all the corp 'as left of ’em.” He broke off aburuptly and rose to his feet, and Barnabas saw that he held the brass-bound pistol in his hand. Then, as they stood listening, plain and more plain was the padpad of running feet that raced up to the mouth of the alley where they stood —past it, and so died down again. Hereupon Mr. Shrig took out his large-faced watch and, holding it close to his eyes, nodded. “In about vun minute they'll run up a gin the corp.” said he, "and a precious ugly customers they’ll find him, not to mention my specials—we'll give ’em another two minutes.” Saying which Mr. Shrig seated himself upon the dim step, watch in hand. "Sir,” he continued, “I’m

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sorry about your 'at—sich a werry good ’at, too!" "Very true.” nodded Barnabas, "and no hat ever could have had a more—useful end, than mine." “V'y yea, sir—better your castor than your sconce any day.” said Mr. Shrig. “and now I think it's about time for us to—wenture forth. But. sir," he added impressively, “if the conclusion as I’ve drawed is correct, theer's safe to be shooting if you're recognized, so keep in the sadder o’ the wall, d’ye see. Now, are ye ready?—keep behind me—6o. Here they come. I think.” • mm QOMEWHERE along the dark river hoarse cries arose, and the confused patter of running feet that drew rapidly louder and more distinct. Nearer they came until Barnabas could hear voices that panted out fierce curses; also he heard Mr. Shrlg’s pistol click as It was cocked. So, another minute dragged by and then, settling his broadbrimmed hat more firmly, Mr. Shrig sprang nimbly from his lurkingplace and fronted the oncomers with leveled weapon: “Stand!’ he cried, “stand—in the king's name!” By the feeble light of the moon, Barnabas made out divers figures who. checking their career, stood huddled together some yards away, some scowling at the threatening posture of Mr. Shrig, others glancing back over their shoulders towards the dimness behind, whence came a shrill whistle and the noise of pursuit. “Ah, you may look!" cied Mr. Shrig, “but I’ve got ye, my lambs—all on ye! You, Bunty Fagan, and Dancing Jimmy, I know you, and you know me, so stand—all on ye! The first man as moves I’ll shoot—stone dead, and v’en I say a thing I—” A sudden, blinding flash, a deafening report, and, dropping his pistol. Mr. Shrig groaned and staggered up against the wall. But Barnabas was ready and. as their assailants rushed, met them with whirling stick. It was desperate work, but Barnabas was in the mood for it, answering blow with blow, and shout with shout. “Oh. Jarsper!” roared a distant voice, “we’re coming. Hold ’em, Jarsper! * So Barnabas struck, and parried, and struck, now here, now there, advancing and retreating by turns, until the flailing stick splintered in his grasp, and he was hurled back to the wall and borne to his knees. Twice he struggled up, but was beaten down again—down and down into a choking blackness that seemed full of griping hands and cruel, trampling feet. Faint and sick, dazed with his hurts. Barnabas rose to his knees and so, getting upon unsteady feet, sought to close in with one who threatened him with upraised bludgeon, grasped at an arm, missed, felt a stunning shock—staggered back and back with the sounds of the struggle even fainter to his failing senses, tripped, and falling heavily. rolled over upon his back, and so lay still. m m a “/''VH. Lord God of the weary and heavy-hearted, have mercy upon me! Oh. Father of the Sorrowful. suffer now that I find rest!” Barnabas opened his eyes and stared up at a cloudless heaven where rode the moon, a silver sickle; and gazing thither, he remembered that someone had predicted a fine night later, and vaguely wondered who it might have been. (To Be Continued)

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TARZAN AND THE CITY OF GOLD

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—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

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