The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1934-06-06
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Receiving an inheritance OF seven
hundred thousand pounds Barnana s
Barty, son of John Barty, the former
champion prize fighter Of England r:t6 6er
than follow the lighting game. He beSts
his father in duel of fists as tne
c cIax o 81 qearreN aty Bell another
former champion. has aided the IatHn lts III
training young. Barty to use MS nstSi
surname Hns9n 'n to new Beverley and on his way
to london meets among others the
Cap n, the Bosun and yoSSng{ r, aoTaV of
Be- BsliSMS art,m,r geen arnaby anu -''
Finding Sir Mortimer, whom he e did
not know at the tie e ieeFihS a INga
" unconscious as a result OF IAN Ir0nl
a horse. young Barty khnocks out the IN
woman. :, .,,,,,ad with
Young Bellasis as a companion BeVeery
tests his companion IN a pat!4e "a H ths
after the lie had been pa son The Ive COM
batants remain friends. Both love Lazy
CIeone Bellasis quits the trip to press
his courtship. Barnabas, however con-
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But in that same instant, swift
and 1.-the as a panther, Barnaoas
leaped and, dropping his stick,
caught that slender, jeweled hand,
bent it, twisted it, and wrenched the
weapon from its grasp. Mr.. Chi
chester stood motionless, white
Tipped and silent, but devil looked
out of his eyes.
"Ah!" said Barnabas, glancing
down at the pistol he held, L
Judged you would not venture into
these wilds without something OF
the sort. The path, you will no.
tice, lies to your left; it is a wind
ing path; will go with you there
fore. to see that you do not lose
your way, and wander-back here
again"
Without q word Mr. Chichester
turned. and coming to the path fol-
lowed it, walking neither fast nor
slow. never once looking to where
Barnabas strobe behind, and heed
less of briar or bramble that dragged
at him as he passed. On they went,
until the path lost itself in a grassy
lane. until the lane ended in five
barred gate.
Now. having opened the gate, Mr..
Chichester passed through into the
high road, and then, for one mo-
ment he looked at Barnabas, a long,
burning look that took in face,
form and feature, and SO, still with
out uttering a word, he went upon
his way, walking neither fast nor
slow, and swinging his tasseled
cane as he went, while BarnabaS,
leaning upon the gate, watched him
until his tall, slender figure had
merged into the dusk, and was gone.
Then Barnabas sighed, and be-
coming aware of the pistol in his
hand, smiled contemptuously, and
was greatly minded to throw it
away, but slipped it into his pocket
instead, for he remembered the
devil in the eyes of Mr.. Chichester.
It was dark among the trees, but,
away to his left, though as yet low
down, the moon was rising, filling
the woods with mystery, a radiant
glow wherein objects seemed to
start forth with a new significance;
here the ragged bole of a tree,
gnarled, misshapen; there a wide
flung branch, weirdly contorted, and
there again tangle of twigs and
strange, leafy shapes that moved
not. And over all was deep and
brooding quietude.
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IVES, it was dark among the
i trees, yet not so black as the
frown that clouded the face of
Barnabas as he STROBE on through
the wood, and so betimes reached
again the ancient barn of Oakshott.
and lol even as he came there, it
was night, and because the trees
grew tall and close together, the
shadows lay thicker than ever save
only in one place where the moon,
finding some rift among the leaves,
sent down a shaft of silvery light
that made a pool of radiance amid
the gloom.
Now, as Barnabas gazed at this,
he stopped all at once, for, just
within this patch of light, he saw a
foot. 1t was a small foot, proudly
arched, a shapely foot and slender,
like the ankle above; indeed, a