Evening Star Newspaper, May 5, 1932, Page 34

THE EVENING STAR, WASHINGTON, D. C., THURSDAY, MAY 1932. TANGLED LIVES By ANN FORESTER Auther of * CHAPTER XXITL. ANOTHER REBEL. NBELIEVABLE that it should be Roger Cameron lying there on that hospital bed! In Joyce’s mind, Roger Cam- eron was bound up in the life of Riverton. With the big Cameron house on the Crest—with the paper mill he owned—with the bank. Even the shadowy dining room of the Com- mercial House, where he had talked to ‘Spite Wife.” | know 1t fan't this—" Her hand swept the bare, clean room. “Grayness—and | rain and cold. I want color! Lots of | beautiful, bright color! Sun instead of rain! | learn—and amount to something. | " color and sun. . . . The old man closed his eyes. Oon- sclence-stricken lest she had tired him, 1Jayce picked up the empty glass and left. [ Color. . . . Strange thoughts drifting through the old man’s mind. Wistful, The patient struggled to sit upright as the girl approached. “Why—why—I know her that hot afternoon and advised her o go to the But that Rog here in the Cent Kitty's “crabby old de unbelievable! Cameron should be pital—No. 302— own amazement reflected on the face of the old man. Forgetting for a mo- ment the illness which chained him, the girl approached. why—I know you! You're ou're Mr. Cameron! e in I recognized you. jea—no idea at all. . . . dreadfully sorry—" g welll These to kill you off before your t move when I came me now! All right You working here?” Almost. since I— ce and ran away, ‘The old man stared at our leav- than a But I eamed—because I told you that, 0Old Roger looked wor- upsettin had acted so liter- He eved the girl rred again in Rebe young thing—he sympathy for her, He'd P imself a lot of his life—but he never shrewdly his h knew a secl wanted to times during hed When he looked got ou have you foun k the orange juice huckled. “Well, you ou satisfied? What ) yee held up & hoi water auntily back. “I ex- owel for this!” shrewd old eyes ! ir exchange. But not what you W o find, I take it?" were watching her curiously. rey saw the shadow that fell on the girl’s face. Saw the bitter little’ curve to her smile “I'm not sure I w what I'm look- ing for,” Joyce replied slowly. “Once she could have by difting the from the hook and calling Jeff d. “Now—I don't know—I only FATHER'S FAVORITE BREAKFAST I aLways begins with a bowl of the crispiest, crunchiest ce- real in the world. And of course, that's Kellogg's Rice Krispics. Toasted rice bubbles that actuslly snap, crackle and pop in the milk or cream! Appetites, young or old, can't resist this tempting cereal. And every delicious mouthful is so nourishing and easy to digest. Extra good with fresh or canned fruits. Serve Kellogg's Rice Kris- pies for lunch— for the chil- dren’s supper. Great for a late snack. No trouble or cooking. Ready to enjoy from the red- and-green package. Sold by all grocers. Always oven-fresh in the sealed wax- ire inside bag. Made by Kellogg in Battle Creek. Quality guaranteed. | oddly boyish thoughts. | his own. you!” tures in far lands . . . forgotten cities in impenetrable jungles . ..Once he had dreamed been when he first left college. Then Riverton had chained him. The paper |to the house as the bride of hi the patient struggled to sit upright as|mill—the cannery—the bank—a narrow ! brother. Do I want to travel, I guess—and | ND THE ANT ME Edgar Rice Burrough, Ine. All rights reserved. That he had courage Tarzan well knew from the manner in which he had faced what must have been, to so diminutive a people, a most deadly and ferocious beast. Indeed, the entire party’s hope- ! tack upon the Alalus woman had proved ere all courageous, and the ape-man : ected courage. He still found it difficult at times to accept them as a reality accustomed is man to doubt the existenc form of life with which he is not they had been traveling for about six hours acr the plain Already Tarzan liked these little Ant Men. Every- thing they did was accomplished with great effi- clency. Never was there lost motion, not co Never did one worker get in anot 10 minutes had elapsed from the m encountered the wild cat before the de moving again. The head of the beast fastened to one warrior's saddle and that of another’s. The officer who com: party was a young fellow and very cour Wwas now skin to anded this ze0Us. round which held him until age crept | been the only ones left of the Cameron | tune into her own greedy hands. i on _him unawares. family then; it had seemed natural that | Cora and Natalie were visiiing [riends Work—that was all life had held for hould continue to live together— |in Honolulu just now. Roger had ¢ him. For contrast, there was the home natural that Cora should make & home |to the city on a business trip when on the Crest. The house presided over | for them both had been stricken. He had been ta Daring adven- | rebellion . . the shadow | | of palm trees “on desert sands . —why, it was | flaming sunsets over Oriental rice p | dies. . | But if Joyce was amazed, she saw her | this_had plarined to make the world | futile dislike of his sister-in-law flood- e year of travel there had | ing his heart. a -‘hnuse was Cora's all | by Cora, his sister-in-law. After Gilbert’s death Cora had stayed |85 & matter of course, to the Central Even that was not his own, Roger ging the house, making a Hospital. Much time fo think the old found himself thinking with a flash of Roger and Natalie, There |man had had in the past two weeks He had his own suvite of s been antagonism between | 1ying here alone in the bare, white room rooms—they were dull and and Cora—but whet, con'? f Stripped of his work, he fum\’lllhnl life stuffy, for they had not been e old m fully was empty. He had not had time to since the late 80s. The rest AR A b D o et Tiends. He had not had time t to make a scene and as: fill his own empty heart as master of the house. C Empty hours, lying here listening to side of his business, Roger knew that he | the beating of the rain A handsome, haughty | was completely dominated by the de-| Knowing that when the door opened | woman she had been when she came | signing woman. Knew that she was|it would be only another strange face— | younger | eagerly awaiting the day when his |some hospital attendant whom his death would deliver the Cameron for- |money was hiring to look aft m the old At the thought, er felt Roger and his brot you inhale? 0. K. AMERICA | he was soung . o y EDGAR RICE BURROUGHS By this time Tarzan was very hungry, then the wind, veering to another direction, brought to his nostrils the scent of Bara, the deer. Striding ahead, he made known to the tiny officer both facts and 4 sk it for him until he pro- he pygmy readily agreed. pe-man moved they wr hed every with tness sweeping his soul, just as the | had broken up the budding romance bleak wWind was sweeping the gray |And he had left her. He hadn't really reets outside, Loneliness flooding in | cared after all. Not enough to combat on him as rain was flooding the gut- | Cora—who wanted the Cameron money ters for herself And so he had come the weary way alone—to lie here at the last, alone on this narrow hospital bed. . . . He was getting well. The doctors Ihad told him that. There would be a short space of life still left ther stroke—it might come tomor it ght come in a year—maybe not so And then, astonishingly This sltm girl with the cop- s young thing—voicing otly been nurs- a face that | ...To travel— learr about this world be- icre one eave it I Suppose he ha et this girl scom. . . . g "o ‘Would not be| What was he going to do with th lying here alone and forgotten, now | extended lease of life? that he was old. There had been a | Color and sun? He found himself remembering the hunger in Joyr‘:ie‘n eyes ir! in his life once—never very deeply 1 en to that. Cora |as she said that. Beautiful ung ‘The pygmies knew nothing of bows and arrows and keen until he had bro interest the ape-man's down a buck. Their ad so easily was as ¢ been to led, and ly with & and rebellious. Pleasant to turn from his own gray thoughts to think of her vivid beauty. And she had come here because he had advised her to do so. Sudden interest kindling in Roger Cameron’s chilly old heart—warming it. He rang the bell. He wanted to see that vivid young figure moving abou* the quiet room. (Tomorrow—Roger Cameron’s Idea.) at the recent in London indicated that the most popular show breeds of large dogs this season are Cocker Spaniels, Labradors and Alsatians, and among the smaller breeds Pekingese, Cairg terriers, wire haired fox terriers and Sealyhams. Exhibits big bench —the cigarette trade asks! OR years there has been generally a striking avoidance of the word “inhale” in cigarette advertising. Why? Goodness only knows! For everybody inhales— knowingly or unknowingly! 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