Indianapolis Times, Volume 46, Number 140, Indianapolis, Marion County, 22 October 1934 — Page 17

OCT. 22, 1934

The Amateur Gentleman

By Jeffrey Farnol

ULOI.N Ut-KJj lODA t Barnabas Barty aca ol Jono dart, formar Enilah charr.qlon prlMSitbter <J*'*rm!r.e to t*cnrr.a a aeouarnan af’ei receiving an Inheritance ot 70G.000 pound*. *3 500.000 Ag*in the i*lie* Os hla rather and Natty Bell, also * former disc, list. he leave* tor London H- cr.ange* hla ruroanie to Beveriev On the way to London he meet# Lafl C ‘one Meredith *ith whom he fall* in love, and finally succeed* in atnnlr.a her promise to marry him. Her hand la sought aito ny Chichester, a rogue. #n.l Sir Mortimer Carnaby. Chichester ha* a strong infiaence over Ronald Barrymain#, half brother of Lady Cleone. Barrvmaine la hounded try Jasoer Oaunt a money leaders Beverley welts to pay Gaunt in an tfi rt to Steep a promise to Lady Cleon* that, he U 1 help her kinsman. Gaunt retina the offer Beveriev ouva a notne in London in which he installs John Peterbv a former poacher at a valet Beverley, resorting to force to prevent being ‘hot ov Barrvmaine la er.'errupted by Ladv Cleon* She declare* her love la dead John Kar'y appear* at a banauet leaving Be r!*v The guests leave on learmgmg of Beverley's lor.ly origin. He quits •!. fashionable wor;d and move* to humble quarter*. NOW GO ON WITH till: STOR* INSTALLMENT ONE HUNDRED TWENTY-EIGHT NOW. in a while. Barnabas saw before him a wide street flanked on either hand by cottages, and with an ancient church beyond. And, as he looked at this church with its great, square tower outlined against the starry heaven, there came, borne to his ears, the fretful wailing of a sleepless child; therefore he checked his going and, glancing about, espied a solitary lighted window'. Riding thither, he raised himself in his stirrups and, reaching up. tapped upon the panes; and. in a while, the casement was opened and a man peered forth, a drowsy being, touzled of head and round of eye. . ‘ Pray,” said Barnabas, “what village is this?” “Why, sir.” answered the man, "five an’ forty ypar I've lived here, and always heard as it was called Headcom ” “Headcom,” said Barnabas, nodding, “then Ashleydown should be near here?” “Why, sir.” said the man. nodding in turn, “I do believe you—leastways it were here about yesterday.” “And where is it?” “Half a mile back down the road, you must ha’ passed it, sir. A great house it be though inclined to ruination. And it lays back from the road Wi' a pair o’ gates—iron gates as is also ruinated, a-tween two stone pillars wi’ a lion a-top of each, leastways if it ain't a lion it's a griffin, which is a fab'lous beast.” So back rode Barnabas the way hp had come, and presently, sure enough, espied the dim outlines of the two stone columns each with “a lion atop,” and. between these columns swung a pair of rusted iron gates; and the gates were open, seeing which Barnabas frowned and set his teeth, and so turned to ride between the gates, but even as he did so, he caught the sound of wheels far down the road. Glancing thither he made out the twinkling lights of an approaching chaise, and sat awhile to watch its slow progress, then, acting upon sudden impulse, he spurred to meet it. Being come within hail he reined in across the road, and drawing a pistol levelled it at the startled post-boy. “Stop!" cried Barriabas. Littering a frightened oath, the postilion pulled up with a jerk, but as the chaise came to a standstill a window rattled down. Then Barnabas lowered the pistol, and coming up beside the chaise looked down into the troubled face of my Lady Cleone. And her cheeks were very pale In the light of the lanterns, and upon her dark lashes was the glitter of tears. “You. Is It you—Barnabas?” she whispered and thereafter sighed, a long, quivering sigh. “I—l’ve been hoping you would come!” a a a AND now. as he looked at her. he saw that her cheeks were suffused, all at once, with a warm and vivid color.

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Hoped?" said Barnabas, wondering “And—prayed!” she whispered. “Then, you expected me? You knew I shouid come?" "Yes, Barnabas. I—l hoped you would see my—letter to Ronald that was why I wrote it! And I ; prayed that you might come—” ’ Why?” “Because I—oh| Barnabas, I'm afraid.” “You were going to—Chichester?” “Yes, Barnabas.” ‘‘You don’t—love him. do you?” ‘Love him!” she repeated, “Oh, ! God'” Ar.d Barnabas saw her shudder i violently. ' Yet you were going to him.” “To save my brother. But now —God help me, I can't do it Oh, it's too hateful and— and I am afraid, Barnabas. I ought to have been at Ashleydown and hour ago, but oh. I—l touldn't. It was too horrible—l couldn't! So I came the long setway; I made the postboy drive slowly. I—l was waiting—for you. Barnabas, praying God that ! you would come to me—” “Because you—were afraid, my I lady.” “Yes, Barnabas.” "And behold, I am here!” said Barnabas. But now, seeing the quiv- ! er of her white hands, and the light in her eyes—a sudden glow that was I not of the lanterns. “I am here, my lady, to take you | home again,” he said. "Home?” she repeated. ”Ah, no, no—l have no home, now! Oh, Barnabas," she whispered, “take me, ! take me away—to my brother. Let j us go away from England tonight—anywhere, take me with you, Bar- | nabas.” Now, as she spoke, her hands j came out to him with a swift gesjture, full of passionate entreaty. And the lanterns made a shining glory of her hair, and showed him the deep wonder of hfcr eyes, the quick surge of her round, young bosom, the tender quiver of the parted lips as she waited his an- | swer. “My lady.” said he, his voice i hoarse and uncertain, "why do you I —tempt me? J am only an—an amateur gentleman—why do you I tempt me so?” As he spoke he wheeled his horse and motioned to j the flninching post-boy. ‘Turn!” he ! commanded. “No!” cried Cleone. “Turn!” said Barnabas, and, as the post-boy hesitated, leveled his pistol. a , a BUT now, even as the postilion chirruped to his horses, the chaise door was flung open and Cleone sprang down into the road; but even so, Barnabas barred her way. "Let me pass!” she cried. “To Chichester?” “Yes—God help me. Since you force me to it! Let me go!” "Get back into the chaise, my lady.” “No, no! Let me pass, I go to save my brother—” “Not this way!” “Oh!” she cried passionately, “you force it upon me, yes—you! you! If you won't help me, I must go to him! Dear heaven! there is no other way, let me go—you must —you shall!” “Go back into the chaise, my lady.” Barnabas spoke very gently, but, as she stared up at him, a movement of his horse brought him into the light of the lanterns and, in that moment, her breath caught, for now she beheld him as she had seen him once before, a wild, desperate figure, bare-headed, torn, and splashed with mud; grim of mouth, and in his eyes a look she had once dreamed of and never since forgotten. And. as she gazed, Barnabas spoke again and motioned with his pistol hand. (To Be Continued)

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