Indianapolis Times, Volume 46, Number 136, Indianapolis, Marion County, 17 October 1934 — Page 19

OCT. 17, 1934

The Amateur Gentleman ~"=By Jeffrey — :

ULUI.N HIKE 10941 Rrn*fc Bart*. con ol Jonn aarty forrarr Er.giuh champion prizefighter, determine* to fc'Come a gentleman af-er receiving an inheritance of 700 000 POunrti. $3 MX).000 Aemr.M the wuhe* Os hi* father ar.<3 Natty Bell. a. so a former p .g;i:*t, he ieate for London. He charge* hi* curname to Beeriev. On the way to London he meet* Lady Cieone Meredith with whom he fall* in Jove, and finally succeed* tn winning her prom'.ae to marry hlO. Her hand la aousbt aiao hy Chlche*ter. a rogue, and Sir Mortimer Carnahr. Chlche -er ha* a atror.g influence over Ronald BarryWill*, half brother of Lady Cieone. Barrvmaine la hounded by Ja*oer Gaunt a money lender Beverley see** to pa? Oaunt In an effort to <ep a prom!*e to Lad? Cieor.e that he w.li help her idr.sman Gaunt refuaes the offer. Beverley b i>s a nome in London in which he tr,ta;! John Peterov a former poacher a* a va.et. Beverley, reaortlng to force to preven* being shot by Barrymai-.e :* er.’errjpted bv Lady Cieone. P.-.e declare* her love l* dead John Bar'v accents at a banouet lea-. mg Beverley t . gueyts :ea-.e on leering ng of Beverley s lonly origin. He quit* the fa'Monable world and move* to hurnole ouar'era. NOW GO ON WITH THE SJOBT INSTALLMENT ONE HUNDRED TWENTY-FOUR (Continued) Peterby * prang suddenly to his feet and Mr. Bimby started and turned to glance fearfully towards the door which was quivering beneath the blows of a ponderous fist. Therefore Barnabas rose and, crossing the room, drew the latch. Upon the threshold stood Corporal Richard Roe, looming gigantic in the narrow doorway, who, having saluted Barnabas with his shining hook, spoke in his slow, diffident manner. "Sir,” said he, "might I speak a word wi’ you?” “Why, corporal, I'm glad to see you—come in!” "Sir,” said the big soldier with another motion of his glittering hook, “might I ax you to step outside wi’ me jest a moment?” “Certainly, corporal,” and with a murmured apology to Mr. Bimby, Barnabas followed the corporal out upon the gloomy landing and closed the door. Now at the further end of the landing was a window, open to admit the air, and, coming to this window, the corporal glanced down stealthily into the court below’, beckoning Barnabas to do the like: "Sir,” said he in a muffled tone, **d’ye see them two coves in the red weskits?” and he pointed to the two Bow Street runners who lounged In the shadow of an adjacent wall. "Well, corporal, what of them?” "Sir, they’re a-waiting for you!” “Are you sure, Corporal? A poor fcreature committeed suicide today; I thought they were here on that account.” "No, sir, that was only a blind, they’re a-watching a nd a-waiting to take you for the Gaunt murder. Mv pal Jarsper knows, and my pal Jnrper sent me here to give you the rflice to lay low and not to venture cut tonight.” "Ah!” said Barnabas, beginning to frown. ’ My pal Jarsper bid me say as Jou was to keep yourself scarce till ’e s got ’is ooks on the guilty party, sir.” “Ah!” said Barnabas, again, "and when does he intend to make the e r rest?’’ "This here very night, sir.” "Hum!” said Barnabas thoughtfully. "And.” continued the corporal, "I were likewise to remind you, sir, as once your pals, ever and alius your pals. And, sir—good-night, and good-luck to you!” So saying, the corporal shook hands, flourished his hook and strode away down the narrow stairs. INSTALLMENT ONE HUNDRED TWENTY-FIVE \ND, when he was gone. Barnabas hurried back into the room and, taking pen and paper, wrote this: "You are to be arrested tonight,

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so I send you my friend, John Peterby. Trust yourself to his guidance. BEVERLEY.” And having folded and scaled this letter, he beckoned to Peterby. “John,” said he, speaking in his J ear, "take this letter to Mr. Barry- j maine, give it into his hand, see that he leaves at once. And, John, take a coach and bring him back with you.” So Peterby the silent thrust the j note into his bosom took his fur cap, and sighing, went from the room, and a moment later, glanc-, ing cautiously through the window, Barnabas saw him hurry through i the court and vanish round the 1 comer. % Then Barnabas turned back to the table, and seeing how wistfully Mr. Bimby eyed the teapot, poured him out another cup; and while they drank together, Mr. Bimby chatted, in his pleasant way, of bitter wrong, of shattered faith and ideals. So Mr. Bimby chattered on and Barnabas listened until the day declined to evening; until Barnabas to hearken for Peterby s returning footsteps. Even in the act of lighting the candles his ears were acutely on the stretch, and thus he gradually became aware of another sound, soft and dull, yet continuous, a sound difficult to locate. Mr. Bimby rose and lifted a thin, arresting hand. “Sir,” said he, "do you hear anything?” "Yes. I was wondering what it could be." "I think I can tell you, sir,” said Mr. Bimby, pointing to a certain part of the cracked and blackened ceiling; "it is oup there, in my room —listen!” And now, all at once Barnabas started and caught his breath, for | from the floor above came a soft j trampling as of unshod feet, yet' the feet never moved from the one spot. “Indeed,” sighed Mr. Bimby, "I greatly fear my poor young friend \ is ill again. I must go up to him, but first—may I beg—” "Sir,” said Barnabas, his gaze still fixed upon a certain corner of the ceiling, "I should like to go with you, if I may.” "You are very good, sir, very kind, I protest you are,” quavered Mr. Bimby, "and hem! if I might suggest—a little brandy?” But even as Barnabas reached for the bottle, there came a hurry of footsteps on the stair, a hand fumbled at the door and Mr. Smivvle entered with Peterby at his heels. "Oh, Beverley!” he exclaimed, tugging nervously at his whiskers. "Barry’s gone—most distressing—utterly vanished!” “Sit down,” said Barnabas, *T think he’s found.” So saying he turned and followed Mr. Bimby out of the room. , It needed but a glance at the huddled figure in the comfortless little attic to assure Barnabas of the identity of Mr. Bimby’s "poor young friend.” an a 'T'HEN Ronald Barrymaine looked up and, seeing Barnabas, struggled to his knees: "Beverley!” he exclaimed, "oh, thank God! You'll save her from that d-devil —I tried to kill him. b-but he was too quick for me. But you—you'll save her!” "What do you mean? Is it Cieone? What do you mean—speak!” said Barnabas, beginning to tremble.

(To Be Continued)

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BOOTS AND HER BUDDIES

TARZAN AND THE CITY OF GOLD

The home of Thudos. Tarzan saw, was scarcely less magnificent than the palace of Nemone. A human head. surmo\mted by a golden helmet, held the place of honor t mong the decorations. "That head,” explained Gemnon. ’ belonged to a king of Athne. Dona’s father took it himself in battle as a young man.”

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As their hostess was announced both men turned toward the garden entrance. Tarzan saw a girl of exquisite beauty; but whether she was more beautiful than Nemone he could not decide; yet he acknowledged to himself that Thudos was wise in keeping his daughter hidden from the jealous Queen.

—By Ahem

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OUT OUR WAY

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The three spent a pleasant evening conversing. Doria’s father joined them as the two friends were about to leave. “I am glad Gemnon brought you he said to Tarzan “It convinces me of his confidence in your friendship and loyalty. You already know my position at Nemone’s court.

—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

“So you will understand,” he added, ‘‘that we receive only trusted friends within our walls.” As Gemnon and Tarzan left the avenue in front of their host’s palace, a figure slunk into the shadow of a tree a few paces from them; and neither the ape-man nor his compaion saw it.

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