Indianapolis Times, Volume 46, Number 148, Indianapolis, Marion County, 31 October 1934 — Page 17

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The Amateur Gentleman J e ff re y

HLL.IS BLKL 1004* Itrnibti Bart*, ton of Jo.*in tin:'.* former Ewrluh ehkmDlcn pruefigfcur. determine* to a cestuntan after receivic* as Inheritance of 1 Os. 000 pound*. 13 500.000 Azalntt the viibe* of hi* father and Natt* BeU. also a former Dur;l!t. ha leave* for London. He change* hi* rum ame to Bever.ev. On the wav to London he meet* Lady CVeoae Meredith with whom he fall* in lava, and Anally succeed* <n winning her prom'ne to marry him Her hand la aought alio by Chlcheiter no nag a ttrong influer.ee over lo,i,aid Barrymama, half Brother cf Lady Cieone. Barrrmalne I* hounded 0T Ja*oer Gaunt a money lender „ . . Beverley tee** to pay Gaunt in an effort to keep a prom :e to Lady C;eone. Gaunt refuses the offer Beveney ours * oome in London in which he install* John Peterov a former poacher a* a va.et. Bever.ey, retorting to force to prevent being shot by Brr>maire is enterrupted by Lady Cieon*. She declares her iove 1* dead John 8* ft* aDpears at a banquet honor.ng Beverley The gues's leave on learning cf Beverley* low.v origin Barrymlr.e s!y* Gaunt Chicarter and Barrvma.ne are sla.a In a duel. Bever.ey la wounded. NOW GO ON WITH THf. STOR INSTALLMENT ONE HUNDRED THIRTY-FOUR i Continued > "And to—that inn?" "Yes, Duchess. You see, there is not. there never was, there never shall be quite such another inn as the old 'Hound.' ” "And you—actually mean to—live there?” "Yes. for a time, but —” "Ha—a publican!" exclaimed the Duchess and positively sniffed, though only as a really great lady may. “—there Is a farm near by. I shall probably—’* •*Ha —a farmer!” snorted the Duchess. “ —raise horses, madam, and with Natty Bell’s assistance I hope—” "Horses!” cried the Duchess, and sniffed again. "Horses, indeed! Absurd! Preposterous! Quite ridiculous —hush, sir! I have some questions to ask you.” “Well, Duchess?” "Firstly, sir, what of your dreams? What of London? What of society?” "They were only dreams.” answered Barnabas; "in place of them I shall have —my father and Natty Bell.” "Secondly, sir—what of your fine ambitions?" “It will be my ambition, henceforth, to breed good horses. madam.” “Thirdly, sir—what of your money?" ”1 shall hope to spend it to much better purpose in the country than in the World of Fashion, Duchess.” “Oh Lud. Barnabas—what a selfish creature you are!” "Selfish, madam?” "A perfect—wretch!” "Wretch?” said Barnabas, staring. "Wretch!” nodded the Duchess, frowning, "and pray don t echo my w r ords. sir. I say you are a preposterously selfish wretch, and—so you are!" “But, madam, why? What do you mean?” a a a “T MEAN that you should try to A forget yourself occasionally and think of others—me, for instance; look at me—a solitary old woman— In a wig!” “You. Duchess?” “Me. Barnabas. And this brings Ae * to fourthly—what of me, sir?— •what of me?” “But, madam. I—” “And this brings me to fifthly and sixthly and seventhly—my hopes, and dreams, and plans, sir are they all to be broken, spoiled, ruined by your hatefully selfish whims, sir —hush, not a word!” “But, Duchess, indeed I don’t—” “Hush, sir, and listen to me. There are days when my wig rebukes me, sir, and my rouge-pot stares me out of countenance; yes, indeed, I sometimes begin to feel al-most—middle-aged and. at such times, I grow a little lonely. Heaven, sir. doubtless to some wise end. has always denied me that which is a

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woman’s abiding joy or shame —I mean a child, sir. and as the year* creep on, one is apt to be a little solitary, now and then, and at such times I feel the need of a son—so I have determined to adopt you, Barnabas—today! ” • But,” stammered Barnabas, “but, madam, I—l beg you to consider—- | my father—” “Is a publican and probably a sinner, Barnabas. I may be a sinner too, perhaps—y-e-s. I fear I am, occasionally. But then I am also a Duchess." ‘ But I, madam, what can I say? Dear Duchess, I— the honor you would do me—” floundered poor Barnabas, ‘ believe me if—if—” Not another word!” the Duchess j interposed, ‘it is quite settled. As my adopted son society shall receive i you on bended kr.ees, with open arms—l'll see to that! So no more | talk of horses, or farms, or inns, I Barnabas; my mind, as I say, is ! quite made up and —” 'But, madam,” said Barnabas gently, “so is mine.” ‘ Ha—indeed, sir—well?” ‘Well, madam, today I go to my father." "Ah!” sighed the Duchess. “Though indeed I thank you humbly for—your condescension.” “Hum!” said the Duchess. “And honor you most sincerely ! for—for —” “Oh!” said the Duchess, softly. “And most truly love and reverence you for your womanliness.” “Oh!” said the Duchess again, [ this time very softly indeed, and I with her bright eyes more youthful | than ever. a a a Nevertheless,” pursued Barnabas a little ponderously, “my father is my father, and I count it more honorable to be his son than to live an amateur gentleman and the friend of princes.” Quite so,” nodded the Duchess 'highly filial and very pious, oh, indeed, most righteous and laudable, but —there remains an eighthly Barnabas.” “And pray, madam, what may that be?” “What of Cieone?” Now when the Duchess said this, Barnabas turned away to the window and leaning his head in his hands, w-as silent awhile “Cieone!” he sighed at last, “ah, yes—Cieone!” “You love her, I suppose?” “So much—so very much that she shall never marry an innkeeper’s son, or a discredited —” “Bah!” exclaimed the Duchess. “Madam?” “Don’t be so hatefully proud, Barnabas.” “Proud, madam—l?” “Cruelly, wickedly, hatefully proud! Oh. dear me! what a superb virtuous, heroic fool you are, Barnabas. When you met her at the cross roads, for instance oh, I know all about it—when you had her there—in your arms, why didn't you—run off with her and marry her, as any ordinary human man would have done? Dear heaven, It would have been so deliciously ro-' mantle! And—such an easy way out of it!" “Yes,” said Barnabas, beginning to frown, “so easy that it was—wTong! ” “Quite so and fiddlesticks!” sniffed the Duchess. “Madam?” “Oh, sir, pray remember that one wrong may sometimes make two right! As it is, you will let your abominable pride yes, pride! wreck and ruin two lives. Bah!” cried the Duchess very fiercely as she rose and turned to the door, “I’ve no patience with you!” (To Be Continued)

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TARZAN AND THE CITY OF GOLD

“Pindes is not a bad fellow, though weak and easily influenced,” said Gemnon. ‘He must hate Erot, who had him dismissed from the Queen’s guard. So I think you have nothing to fear from him. Tarzan.” "I have nothing to fear from any one,” the ape-man retorted.

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“I am always on my guard; had I not been I should have been dead long ago,” “Your selfcomplacency may be your undoing,” growled Gemnon, testily. Tarzan smiled. “I appreciate both danger and' my own limitations,” he said, thinking grimly of the dangers in the jungle.

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“But I cannot let fear rob me of my liberty and the pleasures of life; fear is to be more dreaded than death. You are afraid, Erot is afraid; so is the Queen; and you are all unhappy. I prefer to be simply cautious. Speaking of caution, Nemone bid3 you take me from the palace.”

—By Edgar Rice Burrougha

“I really think that it’s M'duze who is after ma, ’ That old hag and Erot and Tomos,” said Gemnon. “There is a trio of greed, malice, and duplicity I should hate to have on my trail.” And in truth it was these three who were even now plottnig Tarzan’s undoing.

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