The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1934-11-03
The Amateur Gentleman
BY Jeffrey FarnoI

turned away 70 rebuckle a trace
under the anxious supervision Of
Master Milo.
Indeed, no. Barnabas." said
Clemency. smiling. Il can not ex-
plain. as Dick well knows. But this
I must tell you. while you lay here.
very near death. I came 70 see you
often with my dear father"
All" exclaimed Barnabas, then
you met-her7"
Yes. met Cleone. and I-loved
her. She was very tired and worn,
the first time I saw her; you were
delirious. and she had watched over
you all night. And then she cried,
and I took her in my arms and
kissed away her tears and comfort
ed her. So We learned to know and
love each other. you see"
4 am very glad" said Barnabas,
slowly. and with his gaze on the
distance, for her sake and yours"
Now as she looked at him, Glenn
ency sighed all at once. yet there
after smiled very tenderly. and so
smiling. gave him both her hands.
oh. Barnabas," said she, Il know
happiness will come to you. sooner
or later-when least expected. as 1t
came 70 me, so - dear Barnabas,
smilel"
Then Barnabas, looking from her
fearful. plying eyes to the hand
upon whose finger was a certain
plain gold ring that shone so very
bright and conspicuous because of
its newness, raised that slender
hand to his lips.
Thank you. Clemency." he an
swered. but why are you-so sure?"
"A Woman's intuition, perhaps,
Barnabas. or perhaps. because If
ever a man deserved to be happy
you do. dear brother"
Amen TO that" added the Wis
count. who had at length adjusted
the trace to his own liking and
Master NIilo's frowning approval.
"GOOd-by." Bev," he continued,
gripping the hand Barnabas ex-
tended. we are going down to
Devenham for a week or so-Clem-
ency's own wish, and when we come
back I have a feeling that the-the
shadows, yknow, will have passed
quite away. y'know-for good and
all. Good-by, dear fellow, good-byl"
So saying, the viscount turned,
rather hastily. sprang into the
phaeton and took up the reins.
Are you right there, Imp?"
"All right, mlud!" answers that
small person with one foot posed
negligently on the step, waiting till
the last possible moment ere he
mounts to his perch behind. SO,
with a last "good-by," the viscount
touches up his horses, the light We
hicle shoots forward with Master
Milo swinging suspended in mid
air, who turns to Barnabas, flashes
his eight buttons at him, touches
his hat TO him, folds his arms, and,
sitting very stiff in the back, is
presently whirled out of sight.
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INSTALLMENT ONE HUNDRED
THIRTY SEVEN
TT was well on in the afternoon
Il when Barnabas, booted and
spurred. stepped out into the sun
shine where old Gabriel Martin
walked the Terror to and fro before
the door.
Very glad to see you out and
about again, sir" said he, beaming
of face and with a finger at his
grizzled temple.
Thank you, Martin"
And so is the 'oSs, sir-look at
'iml" And indeed the great, black
horse had tossed up his lofty crest
and stood. one slender fore-leg ad-
vanced and with sensitive ears
pricked forward. snufing as he
came slowly down the steps.
He doesn't seem to have taken
any hurt from the last race we
had together" said Barnabas.
Arm. sir-lord. no-not a bit,
never betterl There's a eye for you,
there's a coatl I tell you, sir, e's
in the very pink, that e is"
He does you great credit, Mar
tin
Ito Be Continued)