Evening Star Newspaper, February 12, 1932, Page 33

“You say the stranger who son—escaped!” exclaimed O-lo-a. Then Pan-at-lee described Tarzan’s trial, and ended:) “Everywhere they are searching for him. O, b LA my princess, pray that they he is an impostor,” replied the princess; “the same ‘Tarzan-jad-guru of whom you told me, and not & He deserves death. But he was a won- god's son! derful man to look upon!” cess, that if he is not a god’s son, he is at least more than Ho-don or Waz-don,” “so brave and so strong is he.” OH BABY! I KNEW IF I HUNG AROUND HERE LONG ENOUGH I'D SEE HER {14RY- 12 1932. Tarzan, in his hiding place, smiled as he heard Pan-at-lee so stanchly defend him. Again the princess spoke: “Perhaps the high priest is mis- taken—perhaps he is a god.” “God or man, he is too wonderful to be killed” cried Pan-at-lee. “Would we might save him. If he lived he might even find a way to give you back your beloved. “Ah, if he only could,” sighed the princess, “but 1t is too late. Tomorrow I am to be given to Bu-lot.” “He who came with your father to see you yester- day?” asked the slave. “Even so,” answered O-lo-a, b"l'l: one with the awful round face and the big claimed to be the god's “Tell me about do not find him.” “So “I tell you, my prin- kes a Bad Investment. ' THINK OF IT! ALL YOU GOTTA DO IS LEND ME YOUR UNIFORM AND LET ME CARRY THAT GINGER ALE LP TO 919 AND THIS FIVE DOLLAR BILL IS VOURS, BUDDIE. SEND TWO BOTTLES OF GINGER ALE UP TO 9/9 PLEASE. By EDGAR RICE BURROUGHS e o “He thinks of nothing but eating and drinking,” exclaimed the princess disgustedly. After a mo- ment her mood changed, and she cmed gayly. “Come, let us live for today. We will gather flowers to deck my last unwed hours.” With little ex- clamations of pleasure, the two women had plucked several branches of the gorgeous blossoms when suddenly the princess discovered an especially lovely flower. It grew directly above Tarzan, and so sud- den was her approach he could not escape. Reach- ing to cut the fragrant blossom, O-lo-a looked straight into the face of Tarzan-jad-guru. up to the high priest? O-lo-a, fearfully, “and though & ess, will god's wrath.” she hesif WELL,IT’S ACGAINST THE RULES never know—unless you tell him yourself!” nflnculm the ape-man’s fate in her hands—and With a stifled scream she drew back as the ape- man rose and faced her. sured her, “it is the friend of Ta-den who salutes you,” and he raised her fingers to -his lips. at-lee now came excitedly forward. have found me,” queried “Have no fear,” he as- Pan- “Since you ‘Tarzan, “will you give me » “It T do not,” faltered he finds me out, I, even be sacrificed to appease the Pan-at-lee pleaded: “But Lu-don need The —————— — i B \ \ fl | Mary. she knew what it was all about! 47 {| | she was anxiously awaiting Stan's | visit now. She had the nurse comb her gee. In some magic way the glamour nn Forester ! | of the old love had returned. Ah, she = % and Sam had been foolish, but that Spite Wife A CHAPTER XLVIL Y TREMENDOUS effort, Judy opened her eves. The cream ceiling and blank green walls of a Yospital room. Memory swoop- ing down upon her .. . that ly void of pain—wild dreams when had heard her own voice crying pitifully—and now this sense of in- ble weakness. She moved slightly the effort spangled her forehead viith perspiration, A nurse’s face swam into her vision ore the ceiling se’s voice speaking with false heart- “Well. well, so we're awake are we! are we feeling now, a " Prob- ned as a gesture st now it irritated Judy out of all proportion. In a voice sounding absurdly thin to her own ears she managed “Feel . . . Totten. Where's my baby. . . ." “You had a darling little girl, Mrs. Carter. But you must be patient. You're still very weak. You had a pretty hard time.” “My baby—I want my baby."” ow, now! Don't excite yourself. Poctor said you must keep quiet. Later on—" A strength born of terror suddenly electrified Judy. elbows, eyes blazing My baby's dead ~—you won't tell me but it's dead!” ‘The nurse's square hands shoving her back against the pillow. “Tch, tch, tch!” Tongue clicking against her teeth. “Now there you go, all excited! No, indeed, it isn't dead. It's a fine live- 1y girl. But you mustn't exert yourself, Mrs. Carter.” You don't realize what Fou went through.” “You get my baby and bring it here or I'll get out of bed!™ “All right. Lie still and I'll have them bring the baby. Doctor Reeves said you must be very quiet.” Lying—looking up at the cream ceil- Ing while nurse's starched uniform mmoved about the room arranging flow- ers in vases. The strangeness of it all. Like a dream. She was a mother. Her body, so slim and so light. And tired » . . But blessedly free from pain, Another nurse coming into the room, B small bundle in her arms. “Oh . .."” said Judy. “Oh...." Little wizened face the blue-white of skimmed milk. Little new babies were remarkably like old women. Tiny head covered with a cap cf silky black hair— black hair, like Stan's, not brown like her own. She wanted it to be a girl. It seemed more her own this way. “So little!” It came in a fearful whisper from her white lips. “Isn't it *too little?” “Indeed not!” stoutly from the nurse. *Oh, of course, lots of babies are big- ger. This one’s only five pounds, but she'll take on weight. Don’t you worry, Mrs. Carter.’ Judy timidly touched the tiny cheek. Moist and soft and unhealthy feeling. *“Why doesn’t she open her eyes?” Ter- for lifting its sharp edge in her yoice: *]s there something wrong? Is she— blind.” “She’ goftly. “She’s a wee bit weak yet, but she’s a perfect baby.” sSilence, while Judy studied her baby. Her own, this little helpless mite. v of Nurse Gres- T we PINEOLEUM # AT ALL DRUG STORES A broad red face. | Mrs. | She struggled to her | But be quiet. | sleeping,” said the other nurse | was because they'd been like two chil- i . dren over indulged with sweets. Things Something that belonged to her more | were different now. This baby put than anything on earth. A deep rich | meaning in life. It had changed every- | wave of love and loyalty sweeping over | thing for her, surely it would for Stan. | Ler, and, as though in some occult Way | She was straining her ears for his foot- it felt this, the baby opened her eyes.|step. Eagerly watching the door. Eyes of a queer uncertain color covered | But after all Stan's visit was some- with that strange opaque film which o in the eyes of very young pup- pies. thing of an anti-climax, for they had just brought the baby to Judy when he 0 came, “Now, you lie quiet like a good girl | Stan, looking dark and handsome and | until after the doctor comes. He'll see | absurdly out of place in that neutral |if youre to have any visitors” —The | shaded hospital room. “Think Id de | nurse, going out—Ileaving her in blessed | serted you, dear?” He stooped and quietness. |kissed "her. Looked at the baby. Judy lay and stared at the ceiling |'Laughed uneasily. Much to think about. Everything was| “So, that's what all the fuss was changed now. She and Stan . . . much | about, eh?” His eyes went over the to talk about. They mustn’t fail this | puckered little face, the moist, clench- kelpless little thing. She and Stan— | ed fists. Stan, who worshiped beauty. must stand together now. Children did | “Homely _ little beggars, aren't they, unite parents. She would forgive Stan | nurse? I suppose they improve?” for the suffering of the past year. Never | The nurse snickered appreciatively, refer to it again. This was a fresh flustered as all women, despite their start. They would have their own home ' age, became flustered and self-conscious —for their own little daughter. | when near handsome Stan. Weak tears filled her eves, ran from | “Oh, my, Mr. Carter! Of course beneath the closed lids. Tears of hap- | they're all like this when they're real piness. Oh, | young. . . . Hot black hatred against the two of Stan’s love and her own | | home were worth fighting for now. The | them surged in Judy’s heart. She held the baby close to her breast with in- baby had changed everything. Her hurt pride, her jealousy of Eunice seemed very childish now. She could even feel a scornful pity for Eunice and her empty life. Eunice never had held her | own baby in her arms—a helpless little | mite with silky black hair. Flowers began to arrive. A great sheaf of waxy white roses. Lovely— | in their cool dark leaves. There had been white tissue paper roses pasted |on that absurd wedding bell under | which she and Stan had been married. Judy found herself remembering as she stretched out & languid hand for the card. | In Madame Carter's pointed shaded writing: “For my dear Judith and my | first great-grandchild.” Judy was to | learn that the determined old lady had | sat up all night awaiting news. More flowers in bowls and vases and | potted plants. Cards from half of Lockwood. (A box of spring blossoms 1y to that tiny You're beautiful From that moment the baby seemed more than ever solely her own. Days passed, but the baby failed to gain weight as it should. Two weeks of ofl rubs, special diets, weighty con- sultations. The baby specialist called in, shook his head and looked grave. And then, quietly, unobtrusively, in a manner radically different from its riot- | ous entrance into this world, the baby ue face: “Beautifull died. Something in Judy's heart died that night, as well. The nurse came back into the room to find her frantically holding the still little body in her arms. “She won't open her eyes. She won't look at me! And her breath . . . she isn't breathing , . .” A desperate phone call to the Carter The 1932 Radio | Sensation 7 -Tube Superhet- erodyne, equipped | with Micro Tone Con- | trol, Pentode and Super Control Radi- otrons. Open face, walnut-finished con- sole cabinet. Hear it at our nearest store. Model R-11 Another hit; 9 tube, screen- grid super "; both Pentode and Super Control Radiotrons; Walnut veneer cabinet. 51199 Thinie Sherman_Ave. N.W. and Q Sts. N.W. *Open Evenings 2350 *7th | from Mary Lockerbee. Judy clasped | house failed to locate Stan. Vera's voice | Stan. Like a little puff of wind. . . . | the friendly card in her hand. Dear |coming over the wire, sharp and har- | Babies die so easy.” hair, put on her daintiest blue negli- | finite tenderness. She whispered flerce- | | ried. Here, for once, was somethingstoo | “Oh, God,” Vera groaned, “if I could | big to be pigeonholed along with com- | only get him here. . . " | mittee meetings. | . But Stan was goe, ajl that njght. It “I'm sure I don’t know where he is! was not until the middle of the next Taking some customers to dinner up | morning that he knew his child had | in the city . . . But I can't reach him. | died and his wife was prostrate. } When he comes in, of course, youll| - - Tomorrow—Bitter Sweet. | send him right over . . .Oh, dear, what do I do now!" | | She went over to the hospital wita | MRS. LINDBERGH TO MAKE her mother—Mrs, Carter sniffing plain- | tively all the way. | ‘They saw a strange Judy there. Al | girl who sat and rocked, empty arms ST R e | folded across her breast. Her face white | Will Discuss Experiences in Flight | and strained, eyes that stared unseeln§ | guer China in Hook-up of | She spoke in a voice extremely gentle. 150 Stations. | in a pleasant, conversational tone, rather | drex;drdu‘le‘;mder the circumstances. " | By the Associated Press. ‘It , you know. So easy . . . In| NEW. YORK, .Frbruary . 12.—Mrs. | | my arms. ‘Sort of stiffened and that|cparies A. Lindbergh will men‘k wl?:: was all. Its eyes looked as if they could | Se¢ me even after that. So I dian't call | Tadio audience for 30 minnutes - the | any one—I just sat and rocked it. I afternoon of. February 2L . . knew it was dead, you see. There Was| ghe will relate the experiences she | no heed 10 @Il " arter said. And|and Col. Lindbergh had in their fight | she began to cry. | over- the- flooded -regions -of China last “Just like a candle goes out——" | Spring. 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