Indianapolis Times, Volume 46, Number 153, Indianapolis, Marion County, 6 November 1934 — Page 19

NOV. 6. 193-f

The Amateur Gentleman ■ Jeffrey Farnol^

INSTALLMENT ONE HUNDRED THIRTY-EIGHT CONTENT!" exclaimed the pedler. lord, young sir, it's only fools as is ever content! A contented man never done anything much worth ’avtng. nor /aid anything much worth eating as ever I ’card. Never go tor to be content, young sir. or you’ll never do nothing at aiL” "Why. then," said Barnabas, smiling ruefully, "it Is certain that I shall achieve something yet, beraus'’—l never shall be content!” Trat's the spirit, young sir—aim ;eh. Jest look at me—bom ;n the gutter, but I wasn't content > * the gutter, .so I taught myself to r°ad and write. But I wasn't foment to read and write, so I took to the book trade, and ’ere I am today traveling the roads and a fairish connection, but I ain’t content—lord, no! I’d Ike to be a dnok a-roiling in a chariot, or a prince o’ the blood, or the prime minister a laying down the law. So If you can’t be a (look or a prince. you can alius be—a man—:f you try 'ard enough. What—are ye gmng. young sir?” “Ye ” anrwered Barnabas, leaning down from the saddle, “goodby. and thank you for your adv ice.” and he stretched out his hand. Hereupon the peddler of books rose to his feet and rather diffidently rla sped the proffered hand. So Barnabas smiled down on him. nodded and rode upon his way. but as for the peddler, he stood there, staring af’er him open-mouthed, and with the yellow coins shining upon his palm. Evening was falling as Barnabas came to the top of the hill and. drawing rein, paused there to look down at a certain inn. Purely, surely, nowhere in all broad England could there be found Just surh another inn as this, or one more full of that reposeful dignity which only age can bestow. And in ail its length of days never had The Coursing Hound looked more restful, more comfortable and home-like than upon this early autumn evening. And remembering those two cray-headed men, who waited within its hospitable walls, eager to give him welcome, who might, perchance, even now be talk- I ing of him one to another, what wonder if. as our Barnabas gazed down at it from worn steps to crooked chimney, from the faded sign before the door of it to the fragrant nek-yard that lay behind it. what wonder if it blurred all at once, and misty, or that Barnabas should sigh so deeply and sit with drooping head, while the old inn blinked its casements innocently in ! the level rays of the setting sun, j like the simple, gdileless old inn J that it was! m m m HI UT lo* all at once forth from its j weather-beaten porch issued two ' figures, clean-limbed, athletic fig-1 ores these—men who strode strong! and free, w ith shoulders squared and j upright of back, though the head of each was gmzled with years. On they came, shoulder to shoulder. the one a tall man with a mighty girth of chest, the other: • rtrr. but quick and active as a cat. and who already had gamed a good yard upon his companion: whereupon the big man lengthened his stride; whereupon the slighter man broke into a trot; whereupon the big man fell mto a run: wliercupon the slighter man followed suit and thus, neck and n*'ck, they raced together tip the hill and so. presently reaching the summit. very little breathed considering, pulled up on either side of Barnabas. "Father!” he cried. “Natjty Bell! Oh, it’s good to be home again!” “Man Jack, it’s all right!” said Natty Bell, nodding to John, but shaking away at the hand Barnabas

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; had reached down to him, “our lads come back to us. yes. Barnabas has come home. John, and—it is our Barnabas—London and Fashion •rent spiled him, John, thank God ” “No." answered John ponderously, •no. Natty B“U, London aren't spiled him. and—why, Barnabas, I'm giad to see ye' lad—yes. I m—glad, and—and—why. there y’ are, Barnabas.” ■ Looks a bit palish, though. John!” said Natty Bell, shaking his head. • but that’s only natural, arter all. ves— a bit palish, p’r aps, but, man Jack—what o’ that?” “And a bit thinnish. Natty Bell,” replied John, "but Lord! a few days : and well have him as right as—as 1 ever, yes. quite right, and th?re y’ i are. Natty Bell!” ‘ Pr aps you might be wishful to ! tell him. John, as you've had the old Hound brightened up a bit?” ’Why, yes. Barnabas.” nodded John, “in honor o’ this occasion—though, to be sure, the sign would look better for a touch o’ paint , here and there the poor old hound's only got three legs and a tail left, d'ye see—and the hare. Barnabas, the hare—ain’t!” “P’r aps we and better take and let him see for hisself, John?” Right, Natty Bell, so he shall.” Thus, presently, Barnabas rode on between them down the hill, looking from one to the other, but saying very little, because his heart was so full. “And this be the ’oss you wrote us about—hey, Barnabas lad?” in- j quired Natty Bell, stepping back and viewing The Terror’’ over with an eye that took in all his points. Ha—a fine action, lad. A leetle—leggy, pr aps. Barnabas, and yet—ha! Man Jack—you behold a oss as Is a 'oss—though, mark you, John, a leetle bit roundish in the barrel and fullish in the shoulder—still, a animal. John, as I’m burning to cock a leg over.” “Why. then. Natty Bell, so you shall,” said Barnabas, and forthwith down he swung himself and. being a little careless, wracked his injured shoulder and flinched a little, which the slow-spoken, quickeyed John was swift to notice and, almDst diffidently drew his son’s arm through his own. But. Natty Bell, joyful of eye. was already in the saddle: whereas The Terror, irsenting the change, immediately began to dance and to sidle, with much rearing up in front and lashing out behind, until, finding this all quite unavailing, he set off at a stretching gallop with Natty Bell sitting him like a centaur. a a a “ \ ND now, Barnabas,” said John slowly, “ ’ow might your shoulder be, now?” “Nearly well, father.” “Good.” nodded John, “very good! I thought as you was going to—die. Barnabas, lad. They all did—even the Duchess and Lady—the—the doctors, Barnabas.” “Were you going to say—Lady Cleone, father?” "Why,” answered John, more ponderously than ever, “I won’t go for to deny it, Barnabas, never 'aving been a liar—on principle as you know, and—and—there y’ are, my lad.” “Have you ever—seen her. then?” “Seen her,” repeated John, beginning to rasp at his great square chin, “seen her, Barnabas, why, as to that—l say, as to that—ah!— here we bo. Barnabas,” and John Bartv exhaled a deep breath, very like a sigh of relief, “you can see from here as the poor old ‘Hound’ will soon be only tail—not a leg to stand on. I'll have him painted back again next week—and the hare.” (To Be Continued)

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TARZAN AND THE CITY OF GOLD

“Quick! Come up." Taman called down to the fleeing slave. “They will not find you; I will 6ee to that.” “Why should you help me?” demanded the black; but he stopped now and looked up again, searching for the man whose voice came down to him in a familiar tongue.

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THE INDIANAPOLIS TIMES

“I have told you that I am an enemy of your master," replied the ape-man. Now the black saw the bronzed figure of the giant above him. "You are a white man!” he exclaimed. “You are trying to triek me. Why should a white man help me?”

—By Ahern

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“Hurry!” admonished Tarzan, “or it will be too late, and no one can help you.” For a moment the black hesitated; then he leaped for a low hanging branch and swung himself up into the tree, as Tarzan came down to meet him. “They will stone us both down,’ said the black, hopelessly.

—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

Through the trees toward the east the ape-maa carried the Galla slave who was to have been the victim of Xerstle’s day of sport. At first the man had demurred; but as the growling of th® hunting lions increased, denoting their close approach, he forgot his fears of Tarzan.

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