Indianapolis Times, Volume 46, Number 149, Indianapolis, Marion County, 1 November 1934 — Page 25

NOV. 1, 1934

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INSTALLMENT ONE HUNDRED THIRTY-FIVE BARNABAS turned to the Window again and stood there awhile staring blindly out beyond the swaying green of trees; when at last he spoke his voice was hoarse and there was a bitter smile upon his lips. "Yes. Duchess.” said he slowly, "before such great happiness could be mine she must come to me. she must go down upon her knees—proud lady that she is—and beg this innkeeper's son to marry her. So you see. Duchess. I—shall never marry!” Now when at last Barnabas looked around, the Duchess had her back to him. nor did she turn even when ahe spoke. "Th n you are going back—to your father?” "Yes. madam.” “Today?” "Yes. ms dam.” "Then—good-by, Barnabas! And remember that even roses, like all things else, have a habit of fading, sooner or later.” And thus, without even glancing at him, the duchess went out of the room. Then Barnabas sank into a chair, like one that is very tired, and sat there lost :n frowning thought. And In a while being summoned by Petrrby, he sighed and. rising, went down to his solitary breakfast. U was a slender little shoe, and solitary, for fellow it had none, and it lay exactly in the middle of the window-seat; moreover, to the casual observer, it was quite an ordinary little shoe, ordinary, be It understood. in all but its size. Why. then, should Barnabrs. chancing to catch sight of so ordinary an object, start up from his breakfast and crossing the room with hasty step, pause to look down at this small and lonely object that lay so exactly in the middle of the lone, deep window-seat? But for this shoe. it. being something worn, yet preserved the mould of the little foot that had trodden it. a slender, coquettish little foot, a shapely, active little foot; a foot perchanre. to trip it gay and lightly to a melody, or hurry, swift, untiring. upon some t rrand of mercy. Now presently as Barnabas stood thus lost in contemplation of this shoe, he was aware of Peterby entering behind him. and instinctively

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; made as if to hide the shoe in his besom, but he checked the impulse, turned, ar.d glancing at Peterby. saw that his usually grave lips were i quivering oddly at the comers, and . that he kept his gaze fixed pertma- ' clously upon the coffee-pot; whereat the pale cheeks of Barnabas grew suffused again, ar.d stepping forward, he laid the little shoe upon the table. ■John,” sa:d he. pointing to It. "have you ever seen this before?” "Why. sir.” replied Peterby, regarding the little shoe with brow of frowning portent, “I think I have ” “And pray,” continued Barnabas < asking a perfectly unnecessary question), “whose is it, do you suppose?” • Sir,” answered John, atill grave of mouth and solemn of eye, “to the best of my belief it belongs to the Lady Cleone Meredith.” 'So she—really was here. John?” “Sir, she came here the same night that you—were shot, and she brought Her Grace of Camberhurst with her.”

"Yes. John?" "And they remained here until today—to nurse you, sir." "Did they. John?” "They took turns to be with you —day and night, sir. But it only mv Lady Cleone who could soothe your delirious ravings—she seemed to ha’-e a magic—” "And why,” demanded Barnabas frowning suddenly, "why was I never told of her presence?” "Sir. it was her earnest wish that you were not to know unless —” "Well. John?” "Unless you expressly asked for her, by name. And, sir—you never did.” "No,” sighed Barnabas, "I never did. But perhaps, after all, it was just as well, John? Under the—circumstances, John?” But >eeing Peterby only shook his head and sighed, Barnabas turned to stare out of the window. "And she—left this morning—with the Duchess, did she?” he inquired, without looking round. "Yes, sir.” "Where for?" "For—London, as I understood, sir.” an* HEREUPON Barnabas was silent for a time, during which Peterby watched him solicitously. "Is ’The Terror’ still here?” Barnabas inquired suddenly. "Yes, sir, and I took the liberty of sending for Gabriel Martin to look after him.” "Quite right, John. Tell Martin to have him saddled at once.” “You are—going out, sir?” "Yes. lam going—out.” Peterby bowed and crossed to the door, but paused there, hesitated, and finally spoke; "Sir. may I ask if you Intend to ride —Londonwards?” "No,” answered Barnabas, stifling a sigh, "my way lies in the opposite direction; lam going—back, to the ’Coursing Hound.’ And that reminds me—what of you, what are your plans for the future?" "Sir,” stammered Peterby, "I—l had ventured to —to hope that you mieht —take me with you. unless you wished to —to be rid of me—” "Rid of you. John!” cried Barnabas, turning at last, "no—never. Why, man I need you more than ever!” "Sir.” exclaimed Peterby, flushing suddenly, "do you—really mean that?” "Yes. John—a thousand times, yes! For look you, as I have proved you the best valet in the world—so have I proved you a man, and it is tjie man I need now, because —I am a failure.” “No, no!” (To Be Continued)

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TARZAN AND THE CITY OF GOLD

Ever since he had come to the City of Gold, Tarzan had often heard the term “grand hunt," and now he was about to experience one. Xerstle and Pindes awaited the ape-man near one of the city gates. “Do ypu hunt for pleasure in your own count ry?“ asked Pindes.

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“I hunt for food only or for my enemies," replied Tarzan; “I take no pleasure in killing." "You won’t have to kill today," eald Pindes, affably. "The lions will do our killing." Beyond the eastern gate four stalwart slaves, awaiting the party, held two lions in leash.

—By Ahem

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Squatting on the ground near by, Tarzan saw a huge, naked black man. Xerstle explained that the leashed beasts were his hunting lions. Then he spoke briefly to the giant black, who at once started off on a trot across the plain toward the distant forest.

—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

Every one watched the fellow’s progress. “Why is he running ahead?” asked Tarzan. “He will frighten away the quarry.” Pindes laughed and said, "He IS the quarry.” “You mean ...” demanded the ape-man. with a scowl. “That this is a grand hunt,” cried Xerstle; “we hunt man!"

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