Indianapolis Times, Volume 46, Number 127, Indianapolis, Marion County, 6 October 1934 — Page 11

DCT. 6, 1931

The Amateur Gentleman By Jeffrey Farnol= y==

BEGIN fItRF. TODAY Pirn*b* b\rly. #on ot Joan Brty f-rmer Er.j'uft champion priieflgbttr. e--*rmlne to became a g*nt>man •; receiving an inherltar.ee of 700 000 p- .'.da. 100.000 A**.r.*t *h *iihe of h: father ar.fa Natty Belt a:o farmer pujr.litt, he reave* for tonaon He change* h:a rrrnama to Beverley. On the wav to London he meet* Lady Cleon# Merrd:*h w;*b whoa he fall* in If*, and finally aucceed* tn'winnin* her promlae to rr.arrt h:m. Her hand 1* aought a *o by Chtchefter. a rogue, and Sir Mortimer Carnaby. Chicheiter haa a atrong tr.fi Jenc# over Ronald Barrymain#. half brother of Ladv Cieon#. Earrymaine la hounded by Ja*oer Gaunt a money lender B--rlev • .<• to par Gain' 1n an •■'fort to ga-p a prom.aa to I>ady Cleone -.a* he win help her kinsman. Gaunt refute* the offer. Beverley cure a noma in London tn which he Installs John Pe-erbv. a former poacher, as a valet. Beverley, reporting to force to prevent blng shot by Barrymglne : enterrupted fay Lady Cieone. she declares her love fa dead John Bartv appears a* a banquet leaving Beverlev The girls leave on •earning of Be.erlev a ioniy origin. NOW GO ON WITH IHI. SIOBI INSTALLMENT ONE HUNDRED SEVENTEEN -Continued; r f 'HE place was very silent, and JL very dark, save for one window whore burned a dim light, and, jXiGVKi by sudden impulse, Barnabas strode forward and, mounting: the two stops, seized the knocker; but. even as he did so the door moved. Slowly It opened, swinging back on noiseless hinges, wider and wider until Barnabas could look into the d.mness of the unlighted hall beyond. Then, while he yet stood hesitating, he heard a sound, very faint and sweet, like the chime of fairy bells, and from the dark a face peeped forth, a face drawn, and lined, and ghastly pale, whose staring eyes were wide with horror. ‘‘You!" said a voice, speaking in a harsh whisper, "is it you? Alas, Barnaby Bright! what would you—here? Go away! Go away! Here is an evil place, a place of sin, and horror, and blood—go away! go away!" ‘ But,” said Barnabas, "I wish to see —" "Oh, Barnaby Bright—hear me! Did I not tell you he was marked for destruction, that evil begetteth evil, and the sword, the sword? I have watched, and tonight my watch is ended! Go away! Go away! * •'What is it? what do you mean?" demanded Barnabas. With his eyes still fixed and staring. and without turning his head, Billy Button raised one hand to point with a rigid finger at the wall, just within the doorway. ‘ Look!" he whispered. Then, glancing where he pointed, Barnabas saw- a mark upon the paneling—a blur like the shadow of a hand; but even as he starpd at it, Billy Button, shuddering, passed his sleeve armss it and lo! it was gone! Oh, Barnnabv Bright!” he whispered, “there is a shadow- upon this pace, as black as death, even as I told you—flee from the shadow.- — come away! come away!” a a a INSTALLMENT ONE HUNDRED EIGHTEEN AS he breathed the words, the madman sprang past him dow-n the steps, tossed up his long arms towards the moon with a wild, imploring gesture, and turning, scudded away on his naked, silent feet. Now after a while Barnabas stepped into the gloomy hall and stood listening; the house was very silent, only upon the stillness he could hear the loud, deliberate tick cf the wizen-faced clock upon thp stairs, and. as he stood thpre, it seemed to him that tonight it was trying to tell him something. Barnabas shivered suddenly and drew his long cloak about him, then, dosing the door, took a step along the dark hall, yet paused to listen .egain. for now it seemed to him that the tick of the clock was louder than ever. “Go—back! Go—back!” Could that be what it meant? Barnabas raised a hand to his brow and. though he still shivered, felt it suddenly moist and clammy. Then,

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i clenching his teeth, he crept for--1 ward, guiding himself by the wall; yet as he went, above the shuffle of his feet, above the rustle of his cloak against the panelling, he could hear the tick of the clock—ever louder, ever more insistent: “Go—back! Go—back!” He reached the stairs at last and. groping for the banister, began to ascend slowly and cautiously, often pausing to listen. On he went and up, past the wizen-faced clock, and so reached the upper hall at the further end of which was the dim light that shone from behind a half-closed door. Being come to the door, Barnabas lifted his hand to knock, yet stood again hestitating, his chin on his shoulder, his eyes searching the darkness behind him. whence came the slow-, solemn ticking of the clock: “Come—back! Come—back! For a long moment he stood thus, then, quick and sudden, he threw wide open the door and stepped into the room. A candle flared and guttered upon the mantel, and by this flickering light he saw an overturned chair, and, beyond that, a litter of scattered papers and documants and, beyond that again Jasper Gaunt seated at his desk m the corner. He was lolling back in his chair like one asleep, and yet—was this sleep? Something in his attitude, something in the appalling stillness of that lolling figure, something in the utter quiet of the whole place, filled Barnabas with a nameless, growing horror. He took a step nearer, another, and another—then stopped and, uttering a choking gasp, fell back to the wall and leaned there suddenly faint and sick. For, indeed, this was more than sleep. Jasper Gaunt lolled there, a horrid, bedabbled thing, with his head at a hideous angle, and the dagger, which had been wont to glitter so evilly from the wall, smitten sideways tnrough his throat. o a a BARNABAS crouched against the wall, his gaze riveted by the dull gleam of the steel; and upon the silence, now-, there crept another sound soft and regular, a small dull, splashing sound; and, knowing what it was, he closed his eyes and the faintness grew upon him. At length he sighed and, shuddering, lifted his head and moved a backw-ard step toward the door; thus it was he chanced to see Jasper Gaunt’s right hand—that white, carefully-tended right hand, whose long, smooth fingers had clenched themselves even tighter in death than they had done in life. And, in their rigid grasp was something that struck Barnabas motionless; that brought him back slowly, slow-ly across that awful room to sink upon one knee above that pale, clenched hand, while, sweating, shuddering with loathing, he forced open those stiffening fingers and drew from their dead clutch something that he stared at with dilating eyes, and with white lips suddenly compressed, ere he hid it away in his pocket. Then, shivering, he arose and backed away, feeling behind him for the door, and so passed out into the passage and down the stairs, but always with his pale face turned toward the dim-lit rofi where Jasper Gaunt lolled in his chair, a bedabbled, wide-eyed thing of horror, staring up at the dingy ceiling. Thus, moving ever backw-ards. Barnabas came to the front door, felt for the catch, but, with his hand upon it. paused once more to listen; yet heard only the thick beating of his own heart, and the loud, deliberate ticking of the wizen-faced clock upon the stairs. (To Be Continued)

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TARZAJN AM) THE CITY OF GOLD

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"I was disgusted with what I saw,” replied the ape-man, shortly.- “Disgusted! What do you mean?” Nemone asked. “The cowardliness of the authority that would permit an utterly defenseless man to be forced into an arena with a lion,” explained Tarzan candidly.

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Nemone flushed. “You know that that authority is I,” she said coldly. “Os course I know it,” replied the ape-man, “but that only renders it the more odious.” “Explain yourself!” she snapped. “Are you trying to drive me beyond all patience? Take care!

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“Not even for you is that safe," she added, “you—before whom I have already humbled myself.” “I am not seeking to try your patience," replied the ape-man, quietly, “for I am not interested in your powers of self-control.” Nemone halted, her face betraying her anger.

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