The Indianapolis times. [volume], August 09, 1934, Home Edition, Second Section, Image 19

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The Amateur Gentleman
“By Jeffrey Farnol 1
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Barnabas Bartr. aftfr rac:rtn an in
i',* rltac* of ***n hur.drtd thousar and
bounds **•* B‘:s for Lcr.don. H \ father
John Bar;*, f-srarr Er*;.h cF imp'on.
ship or. f.iiia- oobo* the aon. who.
trained br h: nar*r.; and Sa;-v JV-:’..
a'.ao a former rfrimruon. basts h.s lather
.r. a fight
Jssnr ln to linden, roune Birtr
'•"areer • • "o Berer’.-r He
meets the 'he Bosun, tmi
Viscount Horano He. a. Sir Mr*tmr
Carr.atv and Ladr C eon# Meredith
H fails —, r with Ladr Cl - r r.f and
ret-* 8; r m en in a fist and:. aa a
set’ire of brotrtson to the Ctrl
Berereir *o r o- Peterbr. a former
poa-hr as i -a-*, and burs s h'-tab
He e- - .--era C v 'Chester, a ro*-ie.
sho 1. t. inf -jer.ee over Ronald Barrv
mair.e brother of Ladv Cleone. who is
!r. •he clutches of Jasr.r a
nonrr lender
Be- rlr r-vm;te Ladv Cleor.e he will
The v. -n . - also in love with L*dr
C.*<--.* nr-.te - no.n-. g out that Barrr
ir.aines escacades h.s e caused him’ to
be ostracized bv London societr. Merer*
forces a conference
Ittt fhiur.t who refuse s hi* offer to par
Barrrmstr.e's debt
NOB t.O n\ WITH THE STOBV
INSTALLMENT SEVENTY-SIX
• Continued
Then.’’ >a:d Barnabas, somewhat .
taken aback, you'll know he de-1
served It. madam.''
Mm! Have you met him since?”
‘ No, indeed; nor have I any desire
to!”
“Oh. but you must." said the
duchess, and. catching Sir Morti
mer s sraze. -ho smiled and beckoned
to him. and next moment he was
lly dear Sir
*hink
you • tcquainl and with my friend,
Mr Beverley'*'’
No.’ answered Sir Mortimer with
a perfunctor*. slancp at Barnabas.
I ' Mr Beverley
—Sir Mortim r r Carnaby.’’
Honored sir said Sir Mortimer ;
as they bowed.
t believe, an op-'
:r Mortimer?”|
purstied the duches- with her placid ,
smile. |
l An opponent! indeed, your j
lid he, favoring Barnabas
with another careless glance.
“I mean—ln the raep. of course."
snu.-d the duchess. 'But oh, happy
man! So you have been blessed'
also?"
‘How. duchess?"
•y see yon vreaL favor —-
you've boon admitted to the Order
.of the Rose, like all the others."
And the duchess tittered.
* Others, your grace! What;
others?"
"Oil, sir. their name is legion, j
There's Jerninghnm. and young j
Denton, am! Snelgro.e, and Ensign i
D'Arcy. and hosts beside. Lud. Sir
Mortimer, where are your eyes?
Look there! and there! and there
again!" And. with little, darting
movements of her fan, she indicated \
certain young men. who strolled to i
and fro upon the lawn; now. in the
lapel of each of their coats was a
single, red rose.
a a a
SIR MORTIMER glanced from
those blooms to the flower in i
his own coat, and his cheek grew
: and his mouth took on
a cruel look.
"Ah. duchess." he smiled, “it'
Cleone has an orig
inal idea of humor—very quaint,!
upon my soul!" And so he laughed, j
and bowing, turned away.
‘ Now—watch!" said the duchess,
As she spoke. Sir Morti
paused. and with a sudden
fierce gesture tore the rose from his
coat and tossed it away.
• Now really,” said the duchess
leaning back and fanning herself
placidly. “I think that was vastly
f air-, you should be grate
ful. sir. and should Cleone—
fctuti! ’ die comes, at last."
inquired Barnabas,
glancing up hastily.
"S.-h! behind us—on the other;
sid of the hedge—clever minx!"
"Why then—•*
‘Sit still, sir—hush. I say!"
"So that is the reason.” said j
doom s clear voice, speaking with
in a yard of them, ‘that is why you ;
dislike Mr. Beverley?"
v s, and because of his presump
tion!" sc.id a second voice, at the i
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NEXT—What tree has been designated as Mother's Tree?
sound of which Barnabas flushed
ind started angrily, whereupon the
duchess instantly hooked him by
:he buttonhole again.
“His presumption In what, Mr.
Chichester?"
“In his determined pursuit of
you.”
“It he in pursuit of me?"
"Cleone—you know he is!’’
' But how do you happen to
know;?”
Prom his persecution of poor
Ronald, for one thing.’’
"Persecution, sir?"
"It amounted to that. He found
his way to Ronald's wretched lodg
ing. and tempted the poor fellow
w;*h his gold—indeed almost com
manded Ronald to let him pay off
his debts ”
But Ronald refused, of course?”
said Cleone quickly.
"Os course! I was there, you see.
and this Beverley is a stranger!”
“And yet. Cleone, when your un
fortunate brother refused his money
—this utter stranger, this Good Sa
maritan—actually went behind Ron
ald's back and offered to buy up his
debts! Such a thing might be done
by father for son, or brother for
brother, but why should any man
do so much for an utter stranger?"
"Either because he is very base, or
very—nobl®!” said Cleone.
“Noble! I tell you such a thing is
quite impossible—unheard of! No
man would part with a fortune to
benefit a stranger—unless he had a
powerful motive!"
‘'Well?’* said Cleone softly.
"Well. Cleone, I happen to know
that motive is—yourself!" Here the
duchess, alert as usual, caught Bar
nabas by the cravat, and only just
in time.
"Sit still—hush!” she whispered,
glancing up into his distorted face,
for Mr Chichester was going on in
his soft, deliberate voice.
INSTALLMENT SEVENTY-SEVEN
it is all very simple, Cleone,
and very clumsy—thus, see
you. In the guise of Good Samari
tan this stranger buys t-i- debts of
the brother, trusting to the grati
tude of the sister. He knows your
pride. Clpone, so he would buy
your brother and put you under
lasting obligation to himself. The
scheme is a little coarse, and very
clumsy—but then, he is young.
“And you say —he tried to
pay .these debts—without Ronald's
knowledge? Are you quite sure?”
"Quite! And I know, also, that
when Ronald's creditor refused, he
actually offered to double —to treble
the sum! But, indeed, you would
be cheap at sixty thousand pounds,
Cleone!”
“Oh—hateful!” she cried.
"Crude, yes. and very coarse, but,
as I said before, he is young—what,
are you going?”
"Yes—no. Pray find my guardian
and bring him to me.”
"First, tell me I may see you
again, Cleone, before I leave for
London?”
“Yes." said Cleone .after a mo
mentary hesitation.
Thereafter came the tread of
Mr. Chichester's feet upon the
gravel, soft and deliberate, like his
voice.
Then Barnabas sighed, a long,
bitter sigh, and looking up—saw
Cleone standing before him.
"Ah, dear godmother!” said she
lightly, “I hope your grace was able
to hear well?”
"Perfectly, my dear, thank you—
every word.” nodded the duchess,
“though twice Mr. Beverley nearly
spoilt it all. I had to hold him
dreadfully tight—see how I’ve
crumpled his beautiful cravat. Dear
me, how impetuous you are, sir! As
for you, Cleone. sit down, my dear—
that's it!—positively I’m proud of
you—kiss me—l mean about the
roses. It was vastly clever! You
are myself over again.”
(To Be Continued)
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TARZAN AND THE CITY OF GOLD
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was taken into a large room whose queer furnish
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upon the walls. The sight of them reminded Tar
zan of the weird stories Valthor had told him of
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but of ignorant and brutal appearance. Upon the
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Two warriors entered the room. They pre
sented a gorgeous picture against the background
of the grim room and soldiers. Gold and Ivory
comprised their headgear as well as the hilts and
scabbards of their short, dagger-like swords. The
officers seated themselves. “Why are you in On
thar?” demanded one.
—By Edgar Rice Burroughs
“Perhaps he was sent to Onthar to assassinate
the Queen ” said the other. “An accident brought
me here,” Tarzan explained. “I am not an enemy.
I have not come to kill your Queen or any other.”
With a sinister scowl, the older officer replied. “I
suspect you are an Athnean spy!”
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