Indianapolis Times, Volume 46, Number 154, Indianapolis, Marion County, 7 November 1934 — Page 21

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The Amateur Gentleman " " By Jeffrey Farnol ~ , " T ? - r —■

INSTALLMENT ONE HUND ED THIRTY-EIGHT (Continued* So. side by side, they mounted the worn step* of the inn, and side by side they presently entered that long. panelled room where, once on a turn, they had fronted each other with clinched fists. Before the hearth stood John Barty's favorite arm chair and into this, after some iitlte demur. Barnabas sank, and stretched out his booted lefts to the fire. Why, father,” said he. lolling bark luxuriously, “I thought you never hked cushions?" No more-1 do. Barnabas. She put them there for you.” "She, father?” "One o’ the maids, lad, one o' the maids—and there y’ are.” ■ And now. father, you were telling me of the Lady Cleone ” • No. I weren’t, Barnabas.” answered his father hastily and turning to select a pipe from the sheaf or. the mantel-shelf, “not me. lad. not me!” • Why. yes, you spoke of her—ln the road.” "In the road? Oh. ah—l might ha’ spoke of her—in the road, lad.” "Well—do you—know her, father?” "Know her?” repeated John, as though asking himself the question, and staring very hard at the pipe in his hand. "Do I know her—why, yes —oh. yes. I know her. Barnabas. Ye aee—when you wits so—so near death ” But at this moment the door opened and two neat, mobcapped maids entered and began to spread a cloth upon the table, and j scarcely had they departed when in j came Natty Bell, his bright eyes brighter than ever. a a a INSTALLMENT ONE HUNDRED THIRTY-NINE *y"VH. Natty Bell!” exclaimed John, beckoning him near, \ "come to this lad of ours—do, he’s axing me questions, one a-top of t’other till I don’t know what! ‘Do I know Lady Cleon??’ says he: next! It’ll be ‘how’ and ‘what’ and ‘where’ i —tell him all about it. Natty Bell— | do.” "Why then—sit down and be sociable. John.” answered Natty Bell, drawing another chair to the fire and beginning to fill his pipe. "Right. Natty Bell.” nodded John, seating himself on the other side of Barnabas, ’fire away and tell our lad ’ow we came to know her. Natty Bell” • Why. then. Barnabas,” Natty Bell beg in, as soon as his pipe was in full blast, “when you was so ill, d’ye see. John and me used to drive over frequent to see how you was. d’ye see. But you. being so ill. we weren’t allowed to go up and see you, so she used to come down to us and—talk of you. Ah, and very sweet and gentle she was—eh. man Jack?” "Sweet!” echoed John, shaking his head, "a angel weren’t sweeter! Gentle? Ah. Natty Bell. I should say so— and that thoughtful of us—well, therey’ are!” "But one day, Barnabas,” Natty Bell continued, "arter we’d called a good many times, she did take us up to see you—didn nt she. John?” ‘‘Ah. that she did, Natty Bell, God bless her 1 " And you was a-lying there with shut eyes—very pale and still. Barnabas. But all at once you opened your eyes and—being out o’ your mind, and not seeing us—delirious, d’ ye see, Barnabas, you began to speak. ‘No,’ says you very fierce. ‘No!' I love you so much that I can never ask you to be the wife of Barnabas Barty. Mine must be the harder way. always. The harder way! The harder way!’ says you, over and over again. And so we left you. but your voice follered us down the stairs—ah. and out o’ the house, •the harrier way!’ says you, ‘the harder wav’ —over and over again.”

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“Ah! that you did, lad!” nodded John solemnly. man ”£O. now. Barnabas, we'd like the liberty to ax you. John and me. what you mean by it?” “Ah—that's the question, Barnabas!” said John, fixing his gaze on the bell-mouthed blunderbuss that hung over the mantel, “what might It all mean—that's the question lad.” “It means, father and Natty Bell, that I have been all the way to London to learn what you, being so much wiser than I. tried to teach me—that a sow’s ear is not a silk purse, nor ever can be.” “But.” said John, beginning to rasp at his chin again, “there’s Adam—what of Adam ? You’ll remember as you said—and very sensible. too. Natty Bell—you’ll remember a.< you said—” "Never mind what I said then, father. I was very young. Today, since I never can be a gentleman, I have come home so that you may teach me to be a man. And believe me." he continued more lightly as he glanced from the thoughtful brow of Natty Bell to the gloom on his father's handsome face, “oh, believe me—l have no regrets, none—none at all.” “Natty Bell.” said John ponderously, and with his gaze still fixed intently upon the blunderbuss, “what do you say to that?” ‘‘Why I say, John, as I believe as our lad aren't speaking the truth

for once.” “Indeed, I shall be very happy,” said Barnabas, hastily, ‘‘for I’ve done with dreaming, you see. I mean to be very busy, to—to devote my money to making us all happy. I have several ideas already, my head is full of schemes.” “Man Jack.” said Natty Bell, puffing thoughtfully at his pipe, “what do you say to that?” •Why,’’ answered John. "I say Natty Bell, as it be my belief as our dear lad's nob be full o’ only idee, and that idee is—a woman. Ah. and always will be and—there y’are. Natty Bell.” “For one thing.” Barnabas went on more hastily than before, “I’m going to carry out the improvements you suggested years ago for the dear old Hound, father—and you and I. Natty, might buy the farm next door, it’s for sale I know, and go in for raising horses. You often talked of it in the old days. Come, what do you say?” “Well.” answered Natty Bell, “I think. Barnabas, since you ax me so pointed-like, that you’d do much better in taking a wife and raising children.” "Ah—why not. lad?” nodded his father. “It be high time as you was thinking o’ settling down, so—why not get married and ha’ done with it?” "Because,” answered Barnabas, frowning at the fire. “I can love only one woman in this world, and she is altogether beyond my reach, and—never can be mine—never.” “Ha!” said Natty Bell getting up and staring down into the fire, “Hum! Remember this, Barnabas, when a woman sets her mind on anything. I’ve noticed as she generally manages to —get it, one way or t'other. So I wouldn't be too sure, if I was you.” Saying which, he nodded to John, above his son’s drooping head, winked, and went silently out of the room. a a a LEFT alone with his son, John Barty sat a while. At last, however, he rose also, hesitated, laid down his pipe upon the mantelshelf. glanced down at Barnabas, and finally spoke: (To Be Continued.)

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