Indianapolis Times, Volume 46, Number 155, Indianapolis, Marion County, 8 November 1934 — Page 27

NOV. 8, 1934

The Amateur Gentleman - ---=By Jeffrey Farnol

INSTALLMENT ONE HUNDRED THIRTY-MNE < Continued • Ai.d remember this, Barnabas, rour—your—mother, God bless her neet as a great lady, but I n trried i. r. and I don't think as he ever —regretted it. lad. Ye see. Barnabas, a hen a good woman really lov * a man—that man is the only man in the world lor her, and—nothing else matters to her, because r.er love, being a good love, and ye see —mak*s him—almost worthy. Haung said this, the longest pvech Barnabas ever heard his lather utter. John Barty laid his great hand lightly upon his son's bent 1. id and •.reading very softly, lor a man ol his inches, followed Natty Beil out ol the room. But now as Barnabas sat there .'taring into the lire and lost in thought, he berame. all at once, a prey to doubt and fear once again, if.ufc: i himself and learof the furor. bethinking him of his lather s last wortL. it seemed to him that he had Indeed chosen the harder c arse, since his days, henceforth, must neds stretch away—a dismal prospect wherein no woman’s form m. ht go beside him. no soft voice cheer him. no tender hand be stretched out to sooth his griefs; truly lit- had chosen the harder way, a very desolate way where no light : fail of a woman's loot might banish lor him his loneliness. And presently, being full ol such | despondent thoughts, Barnabas! looked up and found himself alone! amid the gathering shadows. And straightway tie hit aggrieved and wondered why his lather and Natty: Beil must needs go oil and leave; him m th. dark hour just when he most needed them. Therefore he would have risen to i k ti. ni out but. in the act of doing one of his spure in the rug. and . 'rove vainly to release himself, for try how he would he muht not reach down so far because f . wounded shoulder. And now. all at once, perhaps be- I cause he found himself so helpless, | or became of his loneliness and bod- , Uy weakness, the sudden tears 1 to his and scalding. and covering his face, he groaned. But lo' in that moment of his ; need there came one. borne on fly-j ing feet, to kneel beside him in the fire-glow, and with swift, dexterous fingers to do for him that which he could not do for himself. But when it was done and he was tree, she still knelt there with head bent, and her face hidden beneath the frill of her mob-cap. "Thank you!” he said, very humbly, "I fear I am very awkward, but my shoulder is a little stiff.” a a a INSTALLMENT ONE HUNDRED FORTY BUT this strange serving-maid never moved, or spoke. And now, looking down at her shapely, drooping figure. Barnabas began to tr mbl*. all at once, and his fingers Ives upon his chairarms. "Speak!” he whispered, hoarsely. Tit* a the great inob-cap was shaken off, yet the face of this maid was still hid from him by reason of her hair that, escaping its fastenings, fell down, over bowed neck and white shoulders, rippling to the floor—a golden glory. And the shining splendor - breath caught, and ti , one entranced, he gazed down at her. tearing to move. "Cleone!” he breathed, at last. So Cleone raided her head and look* ,; him ; .1 little, blush--111: a little, trembling a little, with eyes shy yet unashamed, the eyes of a maid. "Oh. Barnabas.” she murmured, ‘ I m here—on my knees. You wanted me—on my knees, didn't you. Barnabas? So I am here to ask you—" But now her dark lashes fluttered and fell, hiding her eyes from him, “ to beg you to

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marry me. Because I love you, Barnabas. and because, whatever else you may be. I know you are a man. .So—if you really— want me. dear Barnabas, why—takp me because I am Just—your woman.” ‘Want you!” he repeated, "want you—oh my Cleone!” and, with a broken, inarticulate cry. he leaned down and would have caught her fiercely against his heart; but she, ever mindful of his wound, stayed him with gentle hand. "Oh, my dear—your shoulder!” she whispered; and so. clasping tender arms about him. she drew hi' weary head to her bosom and, holding him thu-. covered him with the silken curiam of her hair, and in this sweet shade, stooped and kissed him—his brow, his tearful eyes, and, last of all, his mouth. “Oh. Barnabas,” she murmured, “was there ever. I wonder, a man so foolish and so very dear as you, or a woman quite so proud and happy as I?” “Proud?” he answered, "but you are a great lady, and I am only ” "My dear, dear—man.” sighed Cleone, clasping him a little more closely, "so—when will you marry me? For, oh, my Barnabas, if you must always choose to go the harder way—you must let me tread it with you, to the very end, my dear, brave, honorable man.” b a a A ND thus did our Barnabas know, a\. at last, that deep and utter content which can come only to those who, forgetful of soul-clogging self and its petty vanities and shams, may rise above the cynical commonplace and walk with gods. Now, in a while, as they sat together in the soft glow of the fire, talking very little since happiness is beyond speech, the door opened and closed and. glancing up, Barnabas was aware of the duchess standing in the shadows. "No, no—sit still, dear children,” she cried, with a hand outstretched to each. "I only peeped in to tell you that dinner was almost ready—that is, no, I didn't. I came here to look for happiness and, thank God. I've found it! You will be married from my house In Berkeley Square, of course. He is a great fool, Cleone, this Barnabas of ours—give him a horse and armor and he would have been a very—knightly fool. And then—he is such a doubting Jonah—no, I mean Thomas.” a a b SO. looking from one to the other, the duchess turned away and left them together. And, in a while, looking down at Cleone where she knelt in his embrace, beholding all the charm and witchery of her, the high, proud carriage of her head, the grace and beauty of her shapely body, soft and warm with life and youth, and love, Barnabas sighed for very happiness; whereupon she, glancing up and meeting this look, must needs droop her lashes at him. and blush, and tremble, all in a moment. "But—you are mine,” said Barnabas, answering the blush. "Mine, at last, for ever and always.” "For ever and always, dear Barnabas.” "And yet.” said he. his clasp tightening, "I am so unworthy, it almost seems that it can not possibly be true —almost as if it were a dream.” “Ah no, Barnabas, surely the dream is over and we are awake at last to joy and the fullness of life. And life has given me my heart's desire, and for you. my brave, strong, honorable man—the future lies all before you.” "Yes.” said Barnabas, looking deep into her radiant eyes, "for me there is the future and—you.” And thus did happiness come to our Barnabas, when least expected, as may it come to each of us when we shall have proved orselves, in some way, fit and worthy. TIIE END,

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TARZAN AND THE CITY OF GOLD

Determined that his plot to kill Tarzan should not fail. Xerstle said: “A thousand drachmas that my lions still catch the slave!” "Being a stranger who came naked into your country. I have no money.” said the ape-man, “but perhaps Gemnon will cover your bet.”

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Turning his face from his two enemies, Tarzan gave his friend Gemnon the wink. Understanding, the young noble exclaimed: “Done!” "But I demand the right to conduct the hunt in my own way,” Xerstle added. "Agreed,” replied Gemnon. “We shall separate.” Xerstle said.

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"You and Tarzan are betting agaftist me: so it’s fair for him to go with Pindes,” explained Xerstle, "while you, Gemnon, accompany me.” “Agreed,” said Tarzan. "But I am responsible to the Queen for the safe return of Tarzan,” objected Gemnon. “I should not leave him.”

—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

“I promise I shall not try to escape,’ the apeman assured him. “It was not alone that of which I was thinking,” explained Gemnon, who did not like the looks of the situation. "And I assure you I can take care of myself, if you fear for my safety,” added Tarzan. _____

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