Indianapolis Times, Volume 46, Number 143, Indianapolis, Marion County, 25 October 1934 — Page 23

OCT. 23, 193!

The Amateur Gentleman

E By Jeffrey Farnol 5

HI KK iOUAt B*m*Fa* Bart* *on ot Joan Barty tirrr.rr E:,u .h champion pr.J*fihter, -r.’ne* to Decorr,<- a g*nt.m*n f'*r r.a at. !r.hr.tanc of 700.000 r‘ .'Os $7 ivo.rr . *,£;nat the wishes at h - isv.fr ar.O Situ B*U. a.sc former r ■*.. ’t. he lease* for U rxJon h" e s-jet h. mtnarr.e to Bererier. On th* a to London he meet* Lads C ' r.e Meredith with whom he Tali* in love, and flnxllv succeed* fn winning her pr t.us to marr* h:m. Her hand ft so .;ht a.so ftr Chichester, a ro* •. ar.-I S.r Mortimer Carnabv. Chiche 'er ha* a nr' s inPverrce over Ronald Barrvmatr.e half brother of Lad* Cieone. Barnmaine t* hounded br Jaaoer Gaunt a rnonev lender Beaerie* seeks to par Gaunt in an effort r 0 a prnrr.-e to Lady Cieone that he U 1 hetp her klntman Gaum refuse* the offer. p< it e s cvv* a nome tn London id *i :r.h r.e Install* John Peterbv. a for* r-- ■■ aor* and <0 force to prevent brine *hot bv Barr, name f* interrupted bv Lad? C a dee are her love l dead John Barlv aopears at a banauet lea- s Be-.erlev The g,*t* leave on Jar- ;r;j of Bever o'. lowly origin. Barrvmai: • s’.a-. s Oa -nt. NOW GO ON Will! 1H STORT

INSTALLMENT ONE HUNDRED THIRTY f Continued) “Come, sir,” *aid he. drawing another chair up to the table, “be sealed! raving which, Barnabas sat down, and, keeping one pistol leveled, laid the other within Mr. Chirhe.sters reach. “They are both loaded, nr,” he continued; “but pray assure yourself.” But Mr. Chichester stood where he wa his eyes roving swiftly from Barnabas to the unlatched window, from tha* to the door, and so back again to where Barnabas sat, pale, smiling, and with the heavy weapon levelled across the narrow table; and a- he stood thus Mr.Chichester lifted one white hand to his mouth and began to pull at his lips with twitching fingers. “Come, repeated Barnabas, “be seated, sir.”

BUT Mr. Chichester yet stood utterly still save for the petulant action of those nervous, twitching fingers. “Sir,” Barnabas persisted, “sit down, I beg!” “11l fight you—here—and now.” said Mr. Chichester, speaking in a strange, muffled tone, “yes—l'll fight you wherever or whenever you wish, but not—not across a table!” “I think you will,” nodded Barnabas grimly. Pray sit down.” “No!” “Why. then, we'll stand tip for it.” sighed Barnabas rising. “Now, sir, take up your pistol.” “No ” “Then,” said Barnabas, his teeth a gleam, “as God’s above. I'll shoot you where you stand—but first I'll count three!” And once more he leveled the pistol he held. Mr. Chichester sighed a fluttered sigh, the twitching fingers fell from his mouth and with his burning gaze upon Barnabas, he stepped forward and laid his hand upon the chair-bark, but, in the act of sitting down, paused. “The candles —a little more light—the candles.“ he muttered, and turning, crossed to the hearth and raised his hand to a branched silver 'andlestick that stood upon the nantel. But m the moment that lis left hand closed upon this, his rght had dartrd upon another objct that lay there, and. quirk as a fhsli, he had spun around and fired print-blank. Niiile the report yet rang on the air. Barnabas staggered, swayed, and. uttering a gasp, sank down yvrakly into his chair. But. as Mr. Chichester watched him, his eyes wide, lus lips parted, and the pistol yet smoking m his hand. Barnabas leaned forward, and steadying his elbow on tlie table, slowly, very slowly raised and leveled his weapon. And now. as he fronted that deadly barrel, Mr. Chichester’s face grew suddenly livid, and haggard, and old-looking, while upon his brow the sweat had started and rolled down, glistening upon his checks. The fire crackled upon the hearth, the clock ticked softly in the

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corner. the table creaked as Barnabas leaned his weight across it. nearer and nearer, but. save for this, the place was very quiet. Then, all at once, upon this silence broke another sound, a distant sound this, but *one that grew ever nearer and louder—the grind of wheels and the hoof-strokes of madly galloping horses. Mr. Chichester uttered a gasping cry and pointed toward the window—“Cieone!” he whispered. “It's Cieone! She s coming, in God’s name— wait,” The galloping hoofs drew rapidly nearer, stopped suddenly, and as Barnabas, hesitating, glanced toward the window, it was flung wide and somebody came leaping through —a wild, terrible figure; and as he turned in the light of the candles. Barnabas looked into the distorted face of Ronald Barrymaine. For a moment he stood, his arms dangling, his head bent, his glowing eyes staring at Mr. Chichester and as he stood thus fixing Mr. Chichester with that awful, unwavering stare, a smile twisted his pallid lips, and he spoke very softly: “It’s all r-right. Dig.” said he. ■‘the luck’s with me at 1-last—we're in time—l've g-got him! Come in, D-Dig. and bring the tools —I—l've g-got him!’’ INSTALLMENT ONE HUNDRED THIRTY-ONE T TEREUPON. Mr. Smivvle stepped into the room; haggard of eye he looked, and with cheeks that showed deadly pale by contrast with the blackness of his glossy whiskers, and beneath his qrm he carried a familiar oblong box: at sight of Barnabas he started, sighed and. crossing hastily, set the box upon the table and caught him by the arm: “Stop him. Beverley—stop him!” he whispered hurriedly. "Barry’s gone mad, I think, insisted on coming here. Devil of a time getting away, Bow Street Runners—hard behind us now. Means to fight! Stop him. Beverley, for the love of —Ah! bv God, w r hat's this? Barry, look—look here!” And he started back from Barnabas, staring at him with horrified eyes. “Barry, Barry, look here!” But Ronald Barrymaine never so much as turned his head; motionless he stood, his lips still contorted with their drawn smile, his burning gaze still fixed on Mr. Chichester—indeed he seemed oblivious to all else under heaven. “Come, Dig,” said he in the same soft voice, “get out the barkers, and quick about it. d’ you hear?” “But. Barrv—oh, m.v dear fellow, here's poor Beverley, look—look at him!” “G-give us the barkers, will you—quick! Oh. damnation. Dig, y-you know O-Oaunt and his hangman are hard on my heels!” So saying, Barrymaine crossed to the hearth and stood there, warming his hands at the blaze, but. even so. he must needs turn his head so that he could keep his gloating eyes always dirertcri tn Chichester's pale fare. “I'm w-warming my pistol-hand. Dig.” he continued, “mustn't be cold or s-stifT tonight, you see. Oh. I tell you the luck’s with me at last! He's b-heen so vastly clever. Dig! He's dragged me dow’n to hell, but —tonight I'm g-going to—take him with me.” Mr. Smivvle busied himself with the oblong box. “Weil g-give him first choire, eh. Dig?” said Barrymaine. “Ah—he’s chosen. I s-see Now' we’ll t-take opposite corner of the room and f-fire when ytou give the word, eh, Dig?” (To be continued).

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/"YES indeed! I’M GOING TO QUIT BEING \/ HOW about THE\ 'N /HE DID HIS DUTY. SUCH A SELFISH OLD FOOL. I'M GOIVJ6 | BRAHENTAN WHO HEAVENS FOR PEOPLE WHO TO DO GOOD WITH My MONEY, I'M GOING /V YOU OFF / DO THEIR DUTY. I'LL SEE TO TURN MY YACHTS AND CASTLES V THE TRAIN? y THAT HE GETS PROMOTED.

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"Besides,” he continued, slightly angry, "it is only the perversity of a spoiled woman that keeps me here, even though she is your Queen.” "You had better not tell HER that, nor let another than me hear you say it,” cautioned Gemnon. "I may tell her,” said Tarzan.

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"Am I to remain in this house, caged up like a pet dog, to run at the beck and call of a woman?” he exclaimed angTily. And while Tarzan remained rebellious over the Queen's imperious orders, Nemone waited impatiently for his presence in a palace ante-chamber.

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