The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1934-05-26
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Receiving an inheritance OF seven
hundred thousand pounds, Barnaoas
Barty, son Of John Barty, the former
champion prize fighter OF England ae-
f fbsn f 70 fRa ph6a aeme He bests
his father in duel of fists as the
CLIMAX of a quarrel over the sons
choice of a career. Natty Bell. announcer
former champion, has aided the father IN
training young Barty to use ms nstS;
After the night BarnabaSs changes en- b1e w nlS
to London meets among others tne
Cap'n, the Bosun and young Horatlo
BeIlasis, gentleman. ana 1rleho u
81 Fi ITYl Sir Mortimer, whom he did
not know at the time. leering over the
form OF young woman appfs oH from uA a
horse, young Barty knocks out the IN
truder in fight. and revives the Young
woman; He leaves ;cts w WitnG Suatnd lsf
which she, intrigued by her fescuet'
leaves on bush. ..,.,,o. with
The trip to London continues WIN
young Befasis as COMPANION
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Continued
Both men saw it and both stopped
to recover it, but the viScount, be-
ing nearer, picked it up, glanced at
it. looked at Barnabas with a know
ing smile, glanced at it again, was
arrested by certain initials emorol-
dered in one corner, stopped ms
head suddenly, inhaling its subtle
perfume, and so handed it back TO
Barnabas, who took it with Woro
of thanks and thrust it into an
inner pocket, while the viscount
stared at him under his drawn
broWS.
But Barnabas, all unconscious,
proceeded to cut himself another
slice of beef, offering to do the same
for the viscount.
"Thank you-no," said he.
"What-have you done, so soon?'
Eyes" said he, and thereafter sat
watching Barnabas ply knife and
fork, who, presently catching his
eye, smiled.
Pray" said the viscount after a
while, pray are you acquainted
with the Lady Cleone Meredith?"
NO." answered Barnabas. III
trouble you for the mustard, DICK.
INSTALLMENT TWENTY-FIVE.
"TTAVE you ever met Lady Cleone
L i Meredith"
Never" answered Barnabas, in
nocent of eye.
Hereupon the viscount rose up
out of the chair and leaned across
the table.
Sir" said he, you are most
consummate liar
Hereupon Barnabas helped himself
to the mustard with grave delibera-
ton, then, leaning back in his chair,
he smiled up into the viscounts
glowing eyes as politely and with
an engaging an air as might be.
MY lord" said he gently, give
me leave to remark that he who
says so, lies himself most foully."
Having said which Barnabas set
down the mustard, and bowed.
"Mr. Beverley" said the viscount,
regarding him calm-eyed across the
table, there is a place I know of
near by, very excellent place, be-
ing hidden by trees, smooth,
grassy pldC67SIld1 we SO'
Whenever you will, my lord"
said Barnabas, rising.
Mr.. Beverley" said the viscount,
'you will remember I sighed for
muff1es, but, sir, 1 count this more
fortunate, for to my mind there is
nothing like bare fists, after all, to
try a mans capabilities"
MY lord" said Barnabas, you
will also remember that when 1
told you I had boxed daily both with
Glorious John and Nathaniel Bell,
you doubted my word? 1 therefore
intend to try and convince you as
speedily as may be-"
"Egad!" exclaimed the viscount,
his blue eyes a-dance, this is pos
itively more than 1 had ventured to
hope, my dear fell All! Mr.. Bever~
ley, at your service, sir?"
And, after season, Barnabas
spoke, albeit pantingly and dabbing
at his bloody mouth the while.
Sir" said he, II trust-you are
not-incommoded at ALP" where
upon the viscount, coming slowly to
his elbow and gazing round about
him with an expression of some
wonder, made answer, albeit also
pantingly and short of breath:
"On the contrary, sir, am vastly