Indianapolis Times, Volume 46, Number 126, Indianapolis, Marion County, 5 October 1934 — Page 37

OCT. 5, 193?

The Amateur Gentleman =et— By Jeffrey Farnol

BEGIN BEBB TODAI P3mba* Barty. aon el John Barty. frrm*r En*llti rhamotoa prl*efi*htr.. to beorae a sentlfmac altar rc:ving an inheritance of 700.000 p-mntla. S3 tOO.OAO Against the wuhea rs hit father ant) Natty BeU. also a former DutiJint. he leaves lor London. He changes his surname to Beverley. On the way to London ha meet* Lady C -one Meredith with whoa he fall* in leva, and finally succeeds In winning , her promise to marry him. Her band tt sought also by Chichester, a rogueend 8;r MorMmer Carnaby. Chichester has a strong influence over Ronald Barry- ' mains, half brother of Lady Cleone. Barrymatna la hounded by JasDer Gaunt a money lender. Warned by e friend. Viscount Horatio Be lias is. that Barrymsine has been ostracised because of his misconduct ■rhiie drinking Beverley neverthe.ese tee its to nay Gaunt in an effort to keep a promise to Lady Cleor.e that he win h*'p her kinsman Gaunt refuse* the offer. Beverley ouvs a noma us London in which he Installs John Peterbv a former poacher, as a valet, revertey. resorting to force to prevent being shot by I P‘*rrymain*. Us er.ierrupted by Lady C.eone. Br.e declares her love la dead. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORE INSTALLMENT ONE HUNDRED i SIXTEEN (Continued) A moment of silence! A stillness so profound that it seemed no man 1 drew breath; a long, long moment vherein Barnabas felt himself a target for all eyes—eyes wherein he thought to see amazement that changed into dismay which, in turn, gave place to an ever-growinng s<"orn of him. Therefore he turned hn back uf>on them all and, coming to the great window, stood there storing blindly Into the dark street. “Oh, Bamaba*!” he heard his fa’her saying, though as from a long way off, ‘Barnabas lad, I—l—Oh Barnabas— they're going! They're leaving you, and—it’s all my fault, lad!” INSTALLMENT ONE HUNDRED SEVENTEEN blame yourself, father, -L n It—wasn’t your fault,” Barnabas with twitching lips, for from the great room, behind him came the clatter of chairs, the tread of feet, with voices and stifled laughter that grew’ fainter and fainter, yet left a sting behind. “Come away, John,” said a voice, “we’ve done enough tonight—come away!” “Yes. Natty Bell, yes, I be coming —coming. Oh. Barnabas, my lad—my lad—forgive me ” Now in a while Barnabas turned; and behold! the candles glowed as brightly as ever, silver and glass shone and glittered as bravely as ever, but—the great room was empty, that is to say—very nearly. Os all that brilliant and fashionable company, but two remained. Very lonely figures they looked, seated at the deserted table—the viscount, crumbling up bread and staring at the table-cloth, and the marquis, fidgeting with his snuffbox, and frowning at the ceiling. To these solitary’ figures Barnabas I spoke, albeit his v/iice was hoarse ar.d by no means steady: My lords,” said he, "why haven’t you—followed the others?” k "Why, you see,” began the marquis, frowning at the ceiling harder I than ever, and flicking open his snuff box, "you see—speaking for myself, of course, I say speaking for fmysef, I—hum!—the fact is—ha! that is to say—oh, dooce take it!” And, in his distress, he actually in- ' haled a pinch of snuff and immedigiely fell a-snjeezing, with a muffled curse after each sneeze, “Sirs,” said Barnabas. “I think you'd better go. You will be less—- * conspicuous. Indeed, you’d better go." “Go?” repeated the viscount, risking suddenly. “Go, is it? No, damme if we do! If you are John k Barty’s son, you are still my friend, and—there’s my hand —Barnabas.” "Mine—too!” sneezed the marquis. “'s soon as I’ve got over the — ’fleets of this s-snuff—with a curse to it!” /'Oh, Dick!” said Barnabas, his " head drooping, “marquis—” “Name’s Bob to —my friends!” gasped the marquis from behind his handkerchief. “Ch, damn this snuff!”

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“Why, Bev.” said the viscount, “don't take It so much to heart, man. Deuced unpleasant, of course, but itH blow over, y’ know. A week from now and they'll all come crawling back, y" know. If you onlyhave the courage to outface ’em. And we are with you—aren’t we, Jemy?” “Os course!" answered the marquis, “dooce take me—yes! So would poor old Sling have been.” "Sirs,” said Barnabas, reaching out and grasping a hand of each, “with your friendship to hearten me—all things are possible—even this!” H H * BUT here a waiter appeared bearing a tray, and on the tray a letter; he was a young waiter, a very knowing waiter, hence his demeanor toward Barnabas had already undergone a subtle change—he stared at Barnabas with inquisitive eyes and even forgot to bow until—observing the viscount’s eye and the marquis’ chin, his back became immediately subservient and he tendered Barnabas the letter with a profund obeisance. With a murmured apology Barnabas took it and, breaking the seal, read these words in Cleone's wrrit- | ingc "You have destroyed my faith, and with my faith all else. Fare i well.” Th#n Barnabas laughed, suddenly and sharply, and tore the paper across and across, and dropping the pieces to the floor, set his foot upon them. "Friends,” said he, “my future is decided for me. I thank you deeply, deeply for your brave friendship—your noble loyality, but the flat his gone forth. Tonight I leave the world of fashion for one better suited to my birth, for it seems I should be only an amateur gentle man, as it were, after all. My lords, your most obedient, humble servant —good-by!” So Barnabas bow-ed to each in turn and went forth from the scene of his triumph, deliberate of step and with head carried high as be came a conqueror. And thus the star of Barnabas Beverley waxed and waned and vanished utterly from the Fashionable Firmament, and. in time, came to be regarded as only a comet, after all. It was a dark night, the moon obscured as yet by a w-rack of flying cloud, for a wind was abroad, a rising wind that blew in fitful gusts. But Barnabas strode on heedless and deaf to it all. Headlong he went, his cloak fluttering, his head stooped low, hearing nothing, seei ing nothing, taking no thought of time or direction, or of his ruined i career, since none of these were in his mfnd, but only the words of Cleone’s letter. And slowly a great anger came upon him with a cold and bitter scorn of her that cast out sorrow; thus, as he went, he laughed suddenly—a shrill laugh that rose above above the howl of the wind, that grew even wilder and louder until he was forced to stop and lean against an iron railing close by. “An Amateur Gentleman!” he gasped, “An Amateur Gentleman! ! Oh. fool! fool!” Through some rift in the clouds, 1 the moon cast a fugitive beam and thus he found himself looking down 1 into a deep and narrow area where a flight of damp, stone steps led i down to a gloomy door; and beside the door was a window, and the window was open. Now as he gazed, the area, and the damp steps, and the gloomy door all seemed familiar; therefore he stepped back, and gazing up, saw a flat-fronted house, surely that same unlovely house at whose brassknocker front door Captain Slingsby of the Guards had once stood and rapped with trembling hand. (To Be Continued)

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