The Seattle Star Newspaper, July 9, 1921, Page 11

"SATURDAY, JULY 9, 1921 THE F BY ALLMAN aenfitininncton 1 HAVE YOUR BAG ALL PACKED FOR You, CLEAN SHIRTS AND ——_———_ ALL! EDGAR RICE BURROUGHS’ GREATEST STORY DOINGS OF THE DUFFS ARZAN THE TERRIBLE Begin Reading This Red-Blood Novel Today Coprriebt, 1991, AG MeClure & Os BEGIN READING HERE TODAY WHO’S WHO IN THE STORY TARZAN OF THE APES, who goes into Africa in Search of his abducted wife. She has been sent across the border into the Congo Free State in charge of LIEUTENANT OBERGATZ and a, detachment of Ger- ‘Man native troops: Tarzan saves the life of ‘TA-DEN by killing a lion that is pursuing him, and later “ kills a tiger that is charging upon OM-AT. Thus Tarzan gains the friendship of the two m. Ta-den is hairless. He has white skin and a tail. at also has a tail and is covered with black hair. den has fled from his home after a quarrel with his ) °KO-TAN, over a love affair between Ta-den and O-lo-a, the king’s daughter. The king wants her to wed _ -LOT, son of rd tm a mighty chief. Om-at was driven from Mi . BS-SAT, also a chief. Om-at is in love with PAN-AT-LEE. Es-sat finds Pan-at-lee alone in a cave d seizes her. She knocks him unconscious and flees. tt reaches the cave a few minutes later. There is a ht in which-Om-at kills Es-sat, and thereby becomes f of his tribe. Then Om-at, accompanied by Tarzan, in Search of Pan-at-lee. Tarzan, by his keen senses, is her trail and discovers that she has leaped from a to escape a lion. A warring tribe attacks Tarzan his friends. After Tarzan has felled many of the lors, a hurled club renders the ape-man unconscious. nwhile, Pan-at-lee, despite her daring leap to escape lion, is alive, but alone, among the jungle terrors. GO ON WITH THE STORY | stil o little boy. Panatlee shud _ dered; but there were caves and in| (Continued From Yeaterday) | ) SUPPOSE You’RE ALL SET BUT HOW AM: GOING Ow A VACATION? | HAVEN'T GOT A CLEAN SHIRT OR ANYTHING AND MY BAG 1S Gone! 2d HELEN 15 DOWN SHOPPING! SHE HAD SOME THINGS ‘TO GET- iF WE STARTON OUR VACATION TOMORROW WE'LL HAVE To DO SOME FLYING AROUND: WELL,CAM You BEAT THAT! NOT A CLEAN SHIRT OR SUIT OF UNDERWEAR IN THE PLACE! IF WE WEREN'T GOING ANY PLACE “THESE DRAWERS WOULD BE STURFED Put! SHE THINKS | CAN LIVE IW A GUESS, I'Lt GO UP AND PACK MY THINGS AND HAVE "EM READY! NOW, WHERE HAS MY ‘TRAVELING BAG |B GONE TOP | ALWAYSIY KEPT IT IN THIS \SUPPOSE! closer! I HAVEN'T ANY THING ‘To PUT IM IT BUT (0 Like 4 i) | L ev 1 |them she would be safe even from | As Pan.atiece sat upon the bole of | the gryts. | fallen tree seeking some solution) She found @ place where the stone the problem of existence that con | pegs reached to the very summit of ¢, thete broke upon her|the cliff, left there no doubt in the \! ed os the gorge the volces | final exodus of the tribe when there shouting men THE.CRAZY QUILT ° sound that she} was no longer need of safeguarding C3 / Y 4 all too well. It was the! the deserted caves against invasion. | ery of the Korubklyl Closer Panatice clambered slowly down) Gloser it approached her hiding | toward the uppermost gave Sho | ‘Then, thru the veil of foliage | found the recess in front of the door. | ht glimpses of three figures | way almost identical with thowe of along the trail, and behind | her own tribe. The floor of it, tho, the shouting of the pursuers | was littered with twigs and old newts | FAY SVATTER MANUFACTURER- Jouder and louder as they neared | and the droppings of birds, until it Ber. Again she caught sight of ig Poa half choked. She moved along | oy KS i ea fugitives crossing the river below the | to another recess and still another, : gama Cae = | ; op and again they. were lost! but all were alike in the accumu s lame. And now the pursuers came | lated filth. Evidently there was no . A into view—shouting Korul-iul war-/need\in looking further. This one fierce and implacadin, Forty, | seemed larger and commodious. With ber kai she fell to work cleaning : but they did not swerve | away debris by the simple ex KT THE SUMMER RESORT AS S BARNES DOOR SON OF A WEALTHY FLY. ¢ VACATION AG PHOEBE VA Gtl-@oRDON) HEIRESS “D ME WICCOUGH WILUIONS® = oer OF “THE CALENDAR AS GUS LOPSIDE,. the tral! and passed her, un- a few yards of them. again she caught sight of the Wazdon warriors the cliff face at a point Ha sitet iy li bedahel 5 5 £ g i i i 3 I t Tie ete Fi Hi z Beat & E ate g it at rf HE il thes S2EEEz i i : : i 5 i - | Siways be as they were. d ‘her kin; before her, the fext ridge, was the Kor ryt, the Wir of the terrifying der that brought the chill of inhabitant of Pabul- in the valley, was the of the Hodon, where she pla only look for slavery, or death; ‘were thé Kor-ul-lul, the ancient of her people and every- were the wild beasts that eat flesh of man. but @ moment ane debated and turning her face toward the she set out across the of water toward the Kor-ul t least there were no men As it is now, so it was in the g. back to the primitive pro: or of man which is typified by t-lee and ber kind today, of all ters that woman fears, man Fesnost relentless, the most terri To the dangers of man she ed the dangers of the gryt. wing cautiously she reached the of the cliff at the far side of Liul and. here, toward noon, found & comparntively enay nt. Crossing the ridge she stood upon the brink of Kor-ul-gryt horror place of the folklore of race, Dank and mysterious the vegetation below; giant waved their plumed tops al- level with the summit of the } and over all brooded an omi- silen patlee lay upon her belly and hing over the edge scanned the face below her. She sould aee there and the stone pegs the ancients had fashioned so fously by hand. She had heard exe in the firelight tales of her d and of how the gryfs had the morasses across the fitains and of how at last the je had fled after many had been devoured by the hideous leaving their caves un- for no living man knew long. Some said that Jad-ben- : a bas lived forever, was be to every : he ~ ure: | pediont of pushing it over the edge, where lurked the fearsome creatures of Pal-uldon, And other eyes there were, eyes she did not sea, but that safe from all th@® more dangerous beasts, and this one from men, too, since it lay in the abjued Korul eryt. interior of her new home. The sun shollow in the jamb of a stone door »| “ay where many arms have touched her, or her kind. Things were as they had always been and would That these strange creatures havé existed thus for incalculable ages it ean scarce be doubted, so marked are the indications of antiquity about their Awellings—deep furrows worn |by naked feet in living rock; the in passing: the endless carvings tit cover, oftimes, the entire face of « great cliff and all the walls and catl- ings of every cave and each carving | Wrought by a different hand, for each is the coat of arms, one might sdy, of the adult male who traced it. And 90 Panatlee found this jancient cave home-like and familiar, | There was lens litter within than she had found without and what there was mostly an acoumulation of dust. Beside fe doorway was the niche in which wood and tinder were kept, but there remained nothing now other than mere dust. She had, | however, saved a little pile of twigs from the debris on the porch. In a short tie she had made a light by | firing a bundle of twigs and lighting |others from this fire she explored some of the inner rooms. Nor here |did she find aught that was new or strange nor any relic of the departed jowners other than a-few broken dishes’ She had been looking for something soft to sleep upon, but was doomed to disappointment as the former owners had evidently made & leisurely departure, carrying all |their belongings with them. Below, in the gorge, were lenves and gras@e and fragrant branches, but Pan-at- lee felt no stomach for descending into that horrid abyss for the grati fication of mere creature comfort— only the necessity for food would |drive her there. And #0, ag the shadows lengthened and night Rpproached she prepared to make as comfortable a bed as she |could by gathering the dust of ages linto a little pile and spreading it be- |tween her soft body and the hard floor—at best it was only better than nothing. But Pan-atlee was very |tired, She had not slept since two | nights Before and in the interval she iad experienced many dangers and hardships. What wonder then that despite the hard bed, ehe was asleep almost immediately whe had com posed herself for rest. She slept and the moon rose, cast- ing ite sliver light upon the clift's 5O WEEKS AS JASPER CRAMP, ACARPET SWEEPER SALESMAN Oy EVERETT TRUE Now she determined to tnapect the 5 You WERE NICE CNOUGH Yo HIM BEFORS Lost ALL MS white face and leesentng the gloom | ahatows of the warriors danced upon of the dark forest ‘and the dismal gorge. In the distance a lion roared. There wae a long silence, From the upper reaches of the gorge came a deep bellow. There was a movement in the trees at the cliff's foot. Again the bellow, low and ominous, It was| angwered from below the deserted village. Something dropped fromm the foliage of a tree directly below the | ca® in which Panatiee slept—it dropped to the ground among the dense shadows. Now it moved, cau. . It moved toward the foot cliff, taking form and shape in the moonlight. It moved like the creature of @ bad dream — slowly, sluggishly. It might have been a huge sioth—it might have been 4 man, with so grotesque a brush does the moon paint—master cubist. Slowly it moved up the face of tHe cliff—like a great grubworm it moved; but now the moon-brush touched it again and it had hands and feet and with them It clung to the stone pegs and raised itself la boriously aloft toward the cave where Panat-lee slept. From the lower reaches of the gorge came again the sound of bellowing and it was answered from above the vil- lage. Tarzan of the Apes opened his eyes, after having lain long uncon. solous from the blow of the war- rior’s club, He was conscious of a pain in his head, and at first that Was about all. A moment later gro- teaque shadows, rising and falling, focused his arousing pérceptions. Presently he saw that he was in a cave. A dozen Wazdon warriors squatted about, talking. A rude stone creaset containing burning oll lighted the interior and as the flame rose and fell the exaggerated | | the walls behind them. “We brought him to you alive, Gund, he heard one of them say- ing, “because never before was Hon- don like him seen. He has no talh— he was born without one, for there lg no scar to mark where a tail had been cut off. The thumbs upon his hands and feet are unlike thove of the races of Paluldon. He is more powerful than many men put to gether and he attacks with the fear lowmens of ja. We brought him alive, that you might see him be- fore he in slain.” , The chief rose and approached the ape-man, who closed his eyes and felgned unconsciousness, He felt hairy hands upon him as he was turned over, none too gently. The gund examined him from head to foot, making comments, especially upon the shape and gine of his thambs and great toes, “With these and with no tail,” he mid, “it cannot climb.” “No,” agreed one of the warrtors, “It would surely fall even from the/ in the cliff pegs. “I have never geen @ thing like it,” sald the chief, “It is neither Was-don nor Ho-don. I wonder from whence it came and what it is called.” Kor-ubja shouted aloud, “Tarzan-jad-guru! and wé» thoug! that they might be calling this one, said a warrior. “Shall we kill it now?" “No,” replied the chief, “we shall wait until its life returns into its head that I may question it. Re main here, In-tan, and watch It. When it can again hear and speak call me.” + Any day in early spring watch ‘Wil Woodpecker learned a lesson he never forgot when Howly Thun- der and Jumpy Lightning knocked him down in the maple tree, because he was just about to steal Chick Chickaree’s maple sirup mp. He vowed he would never do #0 again, an4 eaid that he would learn to do his own tapping, that ia that he would learn to drill his own holes in the bark for the aap to rum into. 80 now Will does two kinds @f tap- ping, you Any day“in earty spring, watch ‘Will, if he'll let you come near. He drills @ little hole, sitting on his tall in the rough tree bark and holding on with his claws, and then waits for the sweet sap to run in. Then he sticks in his bill and drinks it| up. When it's gone he moves over an inch or two and does t KEEP USE Without Lydia E.Pinkham’s Vegetable Com; Says Pitts of Newburgh a’ WEALT-BELT* Will if he'll let you come near. thing. Will ia @ good carpenter and hae an eye for measuring. The holes are exactly the same distante apart and go aréund the tree as evenly as @ necklace. Will has another name since then; he’s called Sippy Sap- wucker. But we are away off our story. The question was, what should poor Mr. Sprinkle-Blow @o (to get the Nuisance Fairies back home Jumpy Lightning can't do much with them but let 'em have their own merry way. They go roaring over the sky, jumping Howly Thunder beating his big base drum which he always carries, and Jumpy Lightning flashing his enor- mous flashlight down into folks’ eyes! Nanby couldn't think and Nick wouldn't think and Chick said he certainly couldn't think, and if no- body cared he'd go and have a sip of the sap that Will didn't get. “After, all.” said he, “the Nuisance Fairies did me a good turn.” (To Be Continued When I got upstairs Dr, Harris New! N. Y.—‘‘My troub wasa mer ta and Teould not walk two blocks with. lout being tired lout. I read of} Lydia BE. Pink-| lham’s Vegetable! Compound a aperand to give it ja trial. Now I can} ido my own work and ba with ee = table Compound house. It certainly is my best friend and I couldnot keep houre with-| out it. I have recommended it to! pon A and ay shall, You may! is letter if you wish.’’—Mrs, WARD Pitts, 2 High 8t., New- gh, N. Y. Tt has been eaid that ‘backache is! an invention of the Evil One to ti women’s sot ” but even so, it is more often a symptom of a female trouble which sooner or later declares itself. Day after day it drags a woman down and night after night prevents restful sete Such woman should follow Mrs. Pitt's advice and try Lydia EB. Pinkham’s Vegetable id. It contains a was in Bobbie's room, The little Tek low was badly frightened, but the physician was examining him just as calmly as though Bobbie's wild shrieks were gentle coos, The stethoscope seemed a special point of dread to the child; Dr. Har- ts, however, lingered over that part of the examination until it seemed to me he must be enjoying Bobbie's panic. Dot was pretending to be very lm too, but I knew it was all for my beff®fit and that she whs really just as alarmed as I. I could hardly walt for the doctor to remove the ends of the stetho- soope from; his ears, “In it @nything serious™ I de manded. “I hope not,” he responded grave- ly. “The child has a bad case of bronchi if we take good care of him I think we'll be able to keep it from becoming anything worse.” “Worse? I mentally repented. ‘That could mean only one thing. The Bonsoll's ttle girt had died of pheumonia the previous winter, It had begun just Uke this—with a case of bronchitis, “How much fever has he, doctor?” again, for once Howly Thunder and | grt “loose, you) from one black cloud to another. | | about that,” he replied. u Oo Boe no-. AICO Pesty listened wide-eyed t the Indian legend ef Docewallops and his trouble, and when motherdear said the waters which flowed tm from the ecean to cover the ruined valley ts Puget Bound, Pegsy exclaimed, “I @idn’t know Puget Sound ts an Indian name, motherdear. 1 did always think they called it Whulge.* “And go they aii, Peggy-love,” mother told her, “they always called it Whulge, and when white men came years, and years, and Jong after the days of doce-wal- jopa, they named this inland sea for an English sea captain, whose hame was ‘Puget’” “Well,” mother-dear again took up the story, “What bad been the sloping hills Which shut in the beautiful valley, became the steep side of this inland sea and were covered also with the salt water of the flowing tides. “Now, as Doce-wal-lops and Met-la-ko watched these changes which the Great Spirit caused to take place, they were afraid, and agreed to flee to another place. “Oh! my husband? criéd Met- In-ko,’ I did flee from your lodge, and the fire of your wigwam be- canse I feared for my Hite oom. I feared thy beautiful Tehoma, but Row, now fear ts come upon me that the Great Spirit ts dis” Pleased with me also, “Take your own son and bear Bim in your for my bardea of fish ts all I can bear’ “Bo they started out, and Do ce-wal-lops carried the baby easily, but as she ran Metinke stew very weary with her great burden,.and finally began to cast some of it away, a handful in « stream here, another there, some in a clear mountain lake, and so on until almost every bit of water contained some of her fish. “But the Great Spirit overtook het, and because she, too, had quarreled, he turned her into a smaller mountain known as Mount Solomon, close beside a lit- te mountain of granite was her son. And smaller than all the rest, so little that its orest has no snowcap, is the mountain which was Do-ce-wal-lops, made small because he was not even great enough to stop two women from quarreling. PEERBE ririneenik soatinininhinemaninsencnuce (Copyright, 1941, by Beattie Star.) Dot asked, “Oh, you mustn't get frightened “You know children run high temperatures very easily.” “But how much has he? “A hundred and three and three- fifths. Don’t think about that. It may go even higher before morning, but that’s not the important thing. ‘Some children have as high tem. perature aa that and there's nothing worse the matter with them than a bad cold. You can be’ much more help to your son if you don’t worry too much, but just take good care ef him.” I hurried to the drug store to got @ presoription filled. Dr. Harris re- mained behind to give Dot some more instructions, It waa no use now for me to try to find some way tp put the blame on Edith. I knew it was my own fault and that, if T hadn't been so interested in the company of a wom- an who wasn’t my wife and who should have meant nothing to me, this would never have happened. It was almost as bad as though I had done it wilfully—as though I had pureoesty exposed Bobbie to bronchitis and even to pneumonia Confessions of a Husband 56. A HUNDRED AND THREE AND THREE-FIFTHS and even to what was much worse than pneumonia, Neither the physician nor Dot not T had said anything about it, but + knew that third possibility was ia the back of our minds. If there were only some way to undo what I had done! I would have made any sacrifice to get back that Sunday afternoon and the chance to rectify my mistake. I gaw everything 80 clearly-—-Edith and I sitting on a bench and Bobbie, tured with his play, resting in his gocart, the sun sinking and a ohilly breeze springing up. Why hadn't I thought of bundling him up warmly? Could I ever have another chance? (To Be Continued) OPPORTUNITY STAB WAN rap