Indianapolis Times, Volume 46, Number 137, Indianapolis, Marion County, 18 October 1934 — Page 29

OCT. 18, 1931

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ttfcOLN UUkKIL lOUA* BaraACft* Barty ton ol Jor.n former Ecgilab champion pnzeflchter. determine* to oecome a cenueman after receiving an inheritance of 100.000 pound*. tl SOO.OOO. Against the *uhet of his father anfl Natty Belt, aiso former pugilist. be leaves for London He change* his surname to Beverley. 1 _On the way to London he meets Lady C.eone Meredith with whom he fall* in lore, and finally succeed* tn winning her promise to marry him. Ber hand la sought also t>? Chichester, a rogue, end Sir Mortimer CarnsDy. Chichester has a strong influence over Bonaid Barrymaine. half Brother of Lady C.eone. Barrmaine la hounded by Ja*Der Oaunt money lender. Beverley item to pay Oaunt in an effort to keep a promise to Lady Cleone that he will help her Kinsman Oaunt refuse* the offer. Beveriey ouya a nome in London ud which he Installs John Peterov a former poacher, as a va.et. Beverley, resorting to force to prevent being shot by Barrym*h"-e i* enterr upted by Lady Cleon*, flhe declare* her love la dead John Bartv appears at a Danquet leaving Beverley The guests leave cn learmging of Beverley’s ioniy origin. He quits the fashionable wend ana mover, to humble quarters. NOW GO ON WITH THE STOR> INSTALLMENT ONE HUNDRED TWENTY-FIVE (Continued; “Yes, yes!" muttered Barrymaine, parsing a hand across his brow. “Listen then! Chichester knows—nth knows, I tell you! He came tc me. three days ago I think—while D-Dig was out, and he talked and talked, and questioned me and questioned me, and s-so I—l told him everything—everything! But I had to. Beverley, I had to—he made me —yes he. Jasper Gaunt. Oh. Beverly, don’t 1-look as if you thought me m-mad. I'm not! I'm not! f kr.ow it's all an illusion, of c-course, bu’ —” Yes," said Barnabas gently, “but ▼hat of Cleone?" “Cleone? Oh, God help me, Beverley, she's going to g-give herself to that devil—to buy his silence!” * “What—what," stammered Barnabas. “What do you mean?” “I got this today—read it and see!" said Barrymaine and drew from his bosom a crumpled letter. Then Barnabas took it, and smoothing it out, read these words: “Ronald dear, I’m sorry I didn’t let you kiss me good-by. So sorry I that I am going to do all that a I I Oman can to save you. Mr. ChiI Chester has learned your awful seI cret, and I am the price of his [ silence. So, because of my promise to our dying mothpr, and because life can hold nothing for me now, because life and death are alike to me now, I am going to marry him tonight, at his house at Headcorn. 'Cood-by, Ronald dear, and that God may forgive and save you in this life and hereafter, is the undying “CLEONE." tt . a u y TJARNABAS refolded the letter \-D and, giving it back to Barryj maine, took out Natty Bells great . silver watch. “It is a long way to Headcorn,” 1 said he. “I must start at once!” I “Ah! You’ll g-go, then, Beverly?” i “Go? Os course!" . “Then, oh Beverley, whatever happens—whether you're in time or no, you'll—k-kill him?" ’ “I think,” said Barnabas, putting away his watch, “yes, I think I * i>hall.” “The house is called Ashleydown.” continued Barrymaine feverishly, “a b-big house about a m-mile this f side the village.” “Ashleydown? I think I’ve heard mention of it before. But now, you must come with me, Smivvle is ■downstairs; you shall have my rooms tonight." ' Thanks, Beverley, but do you m-mind—giving me your arm? I get f-faint sometimes—my head, I think, the faintness came on me in the s-treet tonight, and I f-fell, I think." “Indeed, yes, sir.” added Mr. Bimby with a little bow, “it was so I Jaund you, sir.” * “Ah. yes, you were kind to me, I remember —you h-have my gratitude, sir. Now, Beverley, give me your arm. I—l—oh. God help me!" Barrymaine reached out with clutching fingeds, swayed, twisted

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sideways and would have fallen, had not Barnabas caught him. “Poor boy" cried Mr. Bunby, “a fit, I think—so very young, poor boy! You'll need help, sir. Oh, poor boy. poor boy!” 8o saying, the little gentleman hurried away and presently returned with John and Mr. Smiwle. Thus, between them, they bore Mr. Ronald Barrymaine downs ta.rs. Then Barnabas crossed to the narrow window- and stood there a while, looking down at the dim figures of the Bow street runners who still lounged against the wall in the gathering dusk and talked together in gruff murmurs. “John,” said he at last, “I must trouble you to change coats with me.” Peterby slipped off the garment in question, and aided Barnabas to put it on. “Now, your fur cap, John.” “Sir,” said Peterby ail anxiety in a moment, “you are never thinking of going out, tonight—it would be madness!” “Then mad am I. Your cap, John." “But—if you are arrested—” “He will be a strong man who stays me tonight, John. Give me your cap.” So Peterby brought the fur cap and, putting it on, Barnabas pulled it low down over his brows and turned to the door. But there Peterby stayed him. “Sir,” he pleaded, “let me go for you ” “No,” said Barnabas, shaking his head. “Then let me go with you.” “Impossible, John.” . . “Why?” “Because,” answered Barnabas, grim-lipped, “tonight I go to ride another race, a very long, hard race, and oh, John Peterby—my faithful John, if you never prayed before—pray now that I may win!” “Sir,” said Peterby, “I will!” Then Barnabas caught his hand, wrung it, and striding from the room, hurried away down the dark and narrow stair. INSTALLMENT ONE HUNDRED TWENTY-SIX. THE shadows were creeping down on Giles’ Rents, hiding its grime, its misery and squalor, what time Barnabas stepped out into the court, and, turning his back upon the shadowy river, strode along, watchful-eyed, toward that dark earner when the Bow Street Runners still lounged, smoking their pipes and talking together in their rumbling tones. As he drew nearer he became aware that they had ceased their talk and guessed rather than saw that he was the object of their scrutiny; nor was he mistaken, for as he came abreast of where they stood, one of tnem lurched toward him. “Why, hullo, Joe,” exclaimed the man in a tone of rough familiarity, “strike me blue if this ain’t fort’nate! ’Ow goes it, Joe?” “My name isn’t Joe,” said Barnabas, pausing, for the man had lurched in front of him, barring his way. “Not Joe, eh?” growled the man, thrusting his head unpleasantly close to Barnabas to peer into his face, “not Joe, eh? Why then p'r aps it might be—Barnabas, eh? P'r'aps it might be—Beverley, eh? Barnabas Beverley likewise, eh? All right. Ben ” he called to his mate, “it’s our man right enough!” “What do you mean?” inquired Barnabas, casting a swift glance about him; and thus, he saw a moving shadow some distance down the court, a furtive shape that flitted toward them where the gathering shadows lay thickest. And at the sight, Barnabas clenched his fists and poised himself for swift action. “What do you want?’ he demanded, his gaze still wandering, his ears hearkening desperately for the sound of creeping footsteps behind, “what do you want with me?” (To Be Continued)

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TARZAN AND THE CITY OF GOLD

Valthor was asleep on Tarzan’s couch when the ape-man entered his bedroom in the palace. He had had little rest since his capture; and, in addition, he was suffering from a slight wound; so Tarzan moved softly that he might not disturb him.

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In the darkness, partially dispelled by faint moonlight, Tarzan spread some skins on the floor against the wall opposite the window, lay down, and was soon fast asleep. In the apartment above two men crouched in the dark beside the window directly above Tarzan s.

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For an hour they crouched there in silence; then the smaller man arose. One end of a long rope was knotted about his body beneath his armpits; in his right hand he carried a slim dag-ger-sword. Cautiously he went to the window, his gaze searching the grounds below.

—By, Edgar Rice Burroughs

Then he swung his legs through the window; and the larger man, holding the rope with both hands, braced himself. Hand over hand, silently, he lowered his companion in crime until the smaller man’s feet rested on the sill of Tarzan’s window. Still the ape-man slept!

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