Indianapolis Times, Volume 46, Number 141, Indianapolis, Marion County, 23 October 1934 — Page 19

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The Amateur Gentleman -==By Jeffrey Farnol^^

tlfcUl.N ill HE XOUA I flirr.ata* Bartr. *en of Jor.n darty former Er.Riuh champion prlieftgntar. deinra'.r.M to become a gentleman after receiving an inheritance of 7C0.000 pound*. M 500.000 Against the *:ahea of hi* father and Kattf BIL alto a former pugilist. he leave* for London He change* hi* rurname to Beverley. On the aay to London he meets Lady Clec.ne Meredith with whom he fall* In love, and finally cuogmo* tn ainnln* her promise to marry him. Her hand t* aought also by Chichester, a rorue. and Sir M.-imer Carnaby Chichester has a etrn.- a influence over Ronaid Barrymaine. naif brother of Lady Cieone. Barrv.Tiair.e is hounded by Jasper Gaunt a money lender Beveney seek* to pay Oaunt in an eflort to *ecp a promise to Lady C.eone that he will help her klnatoan Oaunt refuses the offer. Beverley ours * nom# in ixmdon id which he Installs John Peterby a former poacher at a valet. Beverley. resorting to force to prevent being shot by Barrvrname. Is enterrupted by Lady C -or e. She declares her love Is dead John Burly appears at a banquet leaving Beverley The guests leave on learir.v ng of Beverley's lonlv origin. He quits 'he fashionable world and moves to humble Quarters. NOW no ON WITH TOE STOUT INSTALLMENT ONE HUNDRED TWENTY-EIGHT (Continued) “Get back into the chaise, my lady.” "No!” she answered, and, though her face was hidden now, he knew that she was weeping. “I'm going on. now—to Ashleydown, to save Ronaid. to redeem the promise I gave our mother; I must, I must, and oh—nothing matters to me—any more, so let me go!” “My lady,” said Barnabas, in the same weary tone, “you must get back into the chaise.” “And let Ronald die—and such a death! Never! oh never!” Barnabas sighed, slipped the pi tol into his pocket and dismounted. but, being upon his feet, staggered; then, or ever she knew, he had caught her in his arms, being minded to bear her to the chaise. But in that moment, he looked down and so stood there, bound by the spell of her beauty, forgetful of all else in the world, for the light of the lanterns was all about them, and Cleone's eyes were looking up into his. “Barnabas,” she whispered, “Barnabas, don't let me go!—save me from—that!” “Ah, Cieone,” he murmured, “oh, my lady, do you doubt me still? Can you think that I should fail you? Oh, my dear, my dear—l’ve found a way, and mine is a better way than yours. Be comforted then and trust me, Cieone.” an a INSTALLMENT ONE HUNDRED TWENTY-NINE THEN, she stirred in his embrace, and, sighing, hid her face close against him and, with her face thus hidden, spoke: “Yes. yes—l do trust you, Barnabas. utterly, utterly! Take me away with you—tonight, take me to Ronald and let us go away together, no matt t where so long as—we go—together. Barnabas.” "My lady.” said he heavily, “would you trust yourself to—a publican’s son?" •If he would not be—too proud to—take me. Barnabas.” “Oh. my lady—can't you see that if I—if I take you with me tonight, you must be with me—always?” Cieone sighed. ' And I am a discredited imposter, the the jest of every club in London!" Cleone's hand stole up, and she touched his grimly-set chin very gently with one white finger. “I am become a thing for the fashionable w orld to sharpen its wits upon. - ’ he continued, keeping his stem gaze perseveringly averted. “And so. my lady—because I can not any longer cheat folks into accepting me as a—gentleman, I shall in all ptobability become a farmer, some day.” Cieone sighed. “But you,” Barnabas continued, a little harshly, “you were bom for higher and greater fortune than to

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become the wife of a humble farming fellow, and consequently—” “But I can make excellent butter. Barnabas,” she sighed, stealing a glance up to him, “and I can cook —a little.” “It would be so—so very easy!” said he, lowly. “Yes. it will be very easy!” she whispered. “Too easy!” said he, beginning to frown, “you are so helpless and lonely, and I want you so bitterly, Cieone! Yes, it would be very easy. But you taught me once, that a man must ever choose the harder way, and this is the harder way, to love you, to long for you, and to bid you—good-by!” “Oh! Barnabas?” “Ah, Cieone, you could make the wretchedest hut a paradise for me, but for you, ah, for you it might some day become only a hut, and I, only a discredited Amateur Gentleman, after all.” Then Barnabas sighed and thereafter frowned, and so bore her to the chaise and setting her within, closed the door. “Turn!” he cried to the postilion. “Barnabas!” a a a BUT the word was lost in the creak of wheels and stamping of hoofs as the chaise swung round; then Barnabas remounted and, frowning still, trotted along beside it. Now in a while, lifting his somber gaze toward a certain place beside the way, he beheld the dim outline of a finger-post, a very ancient finger-post which (though it was too dark to read its inscription) stood, he knew, with widestretched arms pointing the traveller: TO LONDON. TO HAWKHURST. And being come opposite the fin-ger-post. he ordered the post-boy to stop, for, small with distance, he caught the twinkling lights of lanterns that swung to and fro, and, a moment later, heard a hail, faint and far, yet a stentorian bellow there was no mistaking. Therefore coming close beside the chaise, he stooped down and looked within, and thus saw that Cieone leaned in the further corner with her face hiden in her hands. “You are safe, now, my lady,” said he, “the bo'sun is coming, the captain will be here very soon.” But my lady never stirred. “You are safe now,” he repeated, “as for Ronald, if Chichester’s silence can save him, you need grieve no more, and—” “Ah!” sjie cried, glancing up suddenly, “what do you mean?” “That I must go, my lady, and—oh, my dear love, this harder way—is very' hard to tread. If—we should meet no more after tonight, remember that I loved you—as I always have done and always must, humble fellow r though I am. Yes, I think I love you as well as any fine gentleman of them all, and—Cieone —Good-by! ” “Barnabas,” she cried, "tell me what you mean to and Barnabas, where are you going?” And now she reached out her hands as though to stay him. But, even so, he drew’ her away, and, wheeling his horse, pointed toward the twinkling lights. “Drive on!” he cried to the postboy. “Barnabas, wait!” “Drive on!” he cried, “whip—spur!” “Barnabas, stay! Oh, Barnabas, listen —” But as Cieone strove desperately to open the door, the chaise lurched forward, the horses broke into a gallop, and Bamabas, sitting there beneath the ancient fingerpost, saw imploring hands stretched out towards him, heard a desolate cry, and—he was alone. (To be continued).

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FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS

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TARZAN AND THE CITY OF GOLD

“What javed whose life?” demanded a voice at the door. “Come in, Gemnon.” said the apeman. “Congratulations! You slept last night through an attempted assassination, the killing of the culprit. and the disposition of his body. Valthor saved my life. . . .

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By sleeping in my bed,” explained Tarzan. “If he had not, I would have been there, and dead this morning.” Briefly he told Gemnon the events of the attempt upon his life. Amazed. Gemnon said: “I shall have a look at the body and report the matter at once.”

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“The Queen is going to be furious when she hears this,” he added. “She may have instigated it herself,” suggested Tarzan; “she is half-mad.” “Hush!” cautioned the noble. “It is death even to whisper that thought. But I do not believe it was Nemone.”

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Lowering ills voice, Gemnon remarked: “But were you to accuse Erot, M’duze, or Tomo6, I could easily agree to that. Did you recognize the assassin?” “No.” said Tarzan. “but I saw he was not a noble—Just a common warrior.” Just then there came a knock on the door!

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