The Seattle Star Newspaper, July 12, 1921, Page 11

EDGAR Copyright, 19T, AC BEGIN READIN WHC TARZAN OF THE APES, of his abducted wife. into the Congo Free State in LIEUTENANT OBRE Native troops. Tarzan saves TA-DEN by killing a lion t Tarzan kills a tiger that is charging upon OM-AT. “men. Ta-den is hairles an gai He Yat also has a tail and is covered with black hair. fled from his home afte KO-TAN, over a love a’ the king's daughter. BU-LOT, son of MO-SAR, a mighty e by S-SAT, also a chief. PAN-AT-LEE. Es-sat izes her. She knocks him hes the cave 3 th Om-at kills Es-sat and RICE BURROUGHS"-GREATEST STORY TARZAN THE TERRIBLE Begin Reading This Red-Blood Novel Today WHO IN THE STORY She has been sent across the berder VATZ and a detac’ The king wants her to wed chief. Om- finds few minutes MeClure & Co G HERE TODAY who goes into Africa in search charge of as hment of German the life of hat is pursuing him, and later ns the friendship of the two has white skin and a tail, Om-/ ‘T-aden 1 quarrel with his king, r between Ta-den and O-lo-a,| Om-at was driven from at is in love with Pan-at-lee in a cave and) unconscious and flees, Om-at! ater, There is a fight in| thereby becomes chiéf of his! be. Then Om-at, accompanied by Tarsan, goes in search| Pan-at-lee. ds. Tarzan is rendered of the lower order that agging Pan-at-lee by the hal creature. | NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY) _ Continued From Yesterday) Patrat-lee hovered about, breath ° her dagger ready, but there NO opening that did not also meer Tarzan, #0 constantly the two duelists changing their Tarzan felt the tall of man-thing slowly but sure insinuating itself about his tho he had drawn his down between the muscles of shoulders in an effort to protect vulnerable part. The battle d to be going against him, for t beast against which he ove would have been a fair match weight and strength for Bolgani, the gorilla. And knowing this he! Giddenly exerted a single super | Duman effort, thrust far apart the giant hands and with the swiftness of a striking snake bu his fangs iy im the jugular of the Toro-don, At | Gthe same instant the creature's tail La ‘Sotled about bis own throat and then) [commenced 4 battle royal of turning | 2 twisting bodies as each sought | B dislodge the fatal hold of the| , but the acts of the ape-man/ guided by » human brain and | it was that the rolling bodies in the direction that Tarzan | toward the edge of the/ choking tail had shut the afr his lungs, he knew®@that his| lips were parted and his protruding: and now his Feeled and his sight grew dim: Mot before he reached his goal) @ quick hand shot out to seize knife that now lay within reach the two bodies tottered perilonsty the brink of the chagm. all his’ remaining strength man drove-home the blade | , twice, thrice, and then all| black ‘before him as he feit| if, still in the clutches of the on, topple from the recess. unate it was for Tarzan that yatlee had not obeyed his in ction to make good her escape, he engaged the Tor-odon, for | to this fact that he owed his) Close beside the struggling during the brief moments of | terrifi: clitfax she had realized | detail danger to Taran which emergency was sht and as saw the two roll- B over the outer edge of the niche ‘geized the ppe-man by the ankle, the same throwing herself ° upon rocky floor The of the, Tor-o-don relaxed in with thé last thrust of Tar- knife/an@ with its hold upon feleased it shot from ‘gorge delow. infinite difficulty that it. retained hor hold upon the het protector, but she did so then, slowly, she sought to drag dead back to the safety the niche, This, however, was be-/ d her strength she could but on tightly, ing that some would suggest itself before her of e ee failed. She won- | if, after all, the creature was dy dead, but that she could not herself to believe—and if not how long ft would be before he ined consciousness. If he aid not it soon he never would re- ft, shat she knew, for she felt fingers numbing to the strain them and slipping. slowly, wwiy, from tielr bold. It was then it Tarzan regained consciousness. d not know what. power up Tiim, but he felt that whatever it was glowly releasing Its hold his ankle. Within easy reach hands were two pegs and these i2 upon just as Panat-lee's slipped from theig hold. ft was he came near to being tated into the gorge-—only his strength saved him. He was cht now and his feet found other ‘Where was he? Waiting above to finish him? Tarzan looked an the frightened face of lee appeared over the thresh of the reves: y live?” she cried. * replied Tarzan. ‘Where is @ shaggy one?” natlee pointe? downward. “There,” she said, “dead.” /pe-ma: into was with ie Saaee weak? i” exclaimed the ape-man, ing to her side “You are un. ned?” he asked. “You came just in time,” replied Shatiee; “but who are you and did you know that I was here ind what do you know of Om-at and id you come from and what you mean’ by calling Om-at, me Y “Wait, walt,” cried Tarzan; “one Wg time. My, but you are all alike— shes of the @ibe of Kerchak, the of England, and their sisters ef Pal-ul-don. Have patience and I MI try to tell you alkthat you wish 9 know. Four of us set out with /Omat from Kor-ul-ja to search for mu, We were attacked by the Kor- Vie and separated. I was taken tv Baer, but escaped. Again I Ped upon your trail and fol ft, reaching the summit of this ft just as the hairy one was climb up after you. I was coming to rate when I heard you scream Fest you know,” we A warring tribe -beast and Tarzan are in a death struggle, while Pan-at-| ‘jee looks on watching for an oppértunity to stab the strange} \ exclaimed attacks Tarzan and his} unconscious, but escapés, A) greatly resembles an ape is ir when Tarzan appears. The! “Rut you called Omat, gund of | Kor-ul-ja,” she insisted. “Eeaat is und.” “Es-sat is dead.” explained the ape man. “Om-at slew bim and now Om- | at is gund. Om-at came back seek: | ing you. He found Eesat in your| cave and killed him.” . “You,” said the gir. “Eseat came to my cave and I struck him down with my golden breastplate and es- | caped. “And a Yon pursued you," con.) tinued Tarsan, “and you leaped from the cliff inte Kor-ultul, but why you were not killed is beyond peta “Is there anything beyond you?" Panatlee, “How could you know that a lion pursued me and that I leaped from the cliff and not know that it was the poo! of deep water below that saved me?" “I could have known that, too, had mot the Kor-ullul come then and prevented me continuing upon your trall, But now I would ask you a question—by what name do you call the thing with which I just fought?” “It was a Toro-don,” she replied “IT have seen but one before. They are terrible creatures with the cun-| ning of man and the ferocity of a/ beast. Great indeed must be the warrior who slays one single handed.” She gazed at him tm open admiration. “And now,” sala Taran, “you must sleep, for tomorrow we shal) return to Kor-ul-ja and Om-at, and I doubt that you have had much rest these two nights.” Panat-lea, lullea by a feeling of eccurity, slept peacefully morning while Tarzan self upon the hard floc cens just outside her cave, The sun was high in the heavens | when he awoke; for two hours {t had | looked down upon another figure miles away—the figure of a godlike man fighting his way thru the bid. | cous morass that ‘lies like a filthy) moat defending Pal-ul-don from the | creatures of the outer world. Now| waist deep’ inthe sucking cose, now | menaced by loathsome reptiles, the | man advanced only by virtue of Her. | culean efforts, gaining laboriously by inches along the devious way | that he was forced to choose in se- lacting the least precarious footing... Near the center of the morass was open water—slimy, green-hued wa- ter. He reached it at last after more than two hours of such effort | as would have lett an.ordinary man, spent and dying in the stieky mud, Pet he was leas than halfway across | the marsh. Greasy with slime and | mud was his xmooth, brown hide, | and greasy with slime and mud was his beloved Enfield that had shone | #0 brightly mm the firstdays of the| rising #un. | He paused a moment. upon the edge of the open water and then } throwing ‘himself forward struck out to swim across. He swam with! long; eaey, powerful strokes calculat 4 lens for speed than for endurance, | for his was, primarily, © text of the | latter, since beyond the open water was’ another two hours or more of grueling effort between jt and solid ground. He was, perhaps, halfway THAT REMINGS ME OF le XT Wee ON Tht j4croas and congratulating himself [upon the ease of the achievement of this portion of hie task when | there arose from the depths directly in big path @ hideous reptile, which, |t ask Pan-atdee thig morning what THEY MAKE So mUCcH FUSS ENOUGH , EVERETT.p-a For InsTANC GARTH I WEIGH CM I6> Pounwos, Sut PLANET JveITeR ---- with wide-distended jaws, bore down upon him, hissing shrilty. eee Tarzan arose and stretched, ex panded his great chest and drank tn deep draughts of the fresh morning air. His clear eyes scanned the wondrous beauties of the landscape spread out before them: Directly be low lay Kor-ul-gryf, a dense, somber green of gently moving tree tops. To Tarzan it was neither grim, nor forbidding—it was jungle, beloved jungle. To Kia right there spread a panorama of the lower reaches of the Valley of Jad-ben-Otho, with its winding streams and its blue lakes. Gleaming whitely in the sunlight were scattered groups of dweltings: the fuedal strongholds of the lesser chiefs of the Ho-don. A-lur, the City of Light, he could not see as it was hidden by the shoulder of the cliff in which the deserted village lay. For a moment Tarain gave himaelt over to that spiritual enjoyment of beauty that only the man-mind may jattain and then nature asserted her- self and the belly of the beast called aloud that It was hungry. Again Tar. zan looked down at Kor-ul-gryf There was the jungle! Grew there a jungle that would not feed Tarzan? The ape-man smiled and commenced the descent to the gorge. Was there danger there? Of course. Who knew it better than Tarzan?’In all jungles | lies death, for life and death go hand in hand, and, where life teemsa, death reaps big fullest harvest. Never had Tarzan met a creature of the jungle with which he could not cope sometimes by virtue of brute strength alone, again By combina tion of brute strength and the cun- ning of the man-mind; but Tarzan had never met a gryf. He had heard the bellowings in the gorge the night before after he had manner of beast so disturbed the |slumbers of its betters. He reached [the foot of the cliff and strode into | the jungle and here he halted, his keen eyes searching each shifting air jeurrent for the scent spoor of gaine. | Again he advanced deeper into the | wood, his light step giving forth no sound, his bow and arrows in read ness. A light morning breeze was blowing from up the gorge and in this direction he bent his stepa. Many jodors impinged upon his organs of Jacemt, Some of these he classified |without effort, but others were \atrange—the odors of beasts and of birds, of trees and shrubs and flow ers with which he was familiar, He sensed faintly the reptilian odor that he had learned to connect with th strange nocturnal forms that had loomed dim and bulky on several oc- casions since hig introduction to Pal-ul-don. And then, suddenly he caught plainly the strong, sweet odor of Bara, the @ger. Were the belly vooal. Tarzan's would have given alittle cry of joy, for it loved the flesh of Bara, The ape-man moved rapidly but cautiously forward, The prey was not far distant and as the hunt among the dense shadows of the night; but the odor was of such a faintness as suggests to the jungle bred the distance of absolute safety Ande now, moving noivelessly, Tar- zan came within sight of Bara drink ing at a pool where the stream th waters Kor-ubgryf crosses an open place in the jungle. ~The deer was too far from the nearest tree to risk a charge, so the apeman must de- pend upon the accuracy and force of er approached it, he took silently to || the trees and still in his nostrils was || the faint reptilian odor that spoke of |/% a great creature which he had never || yet seen except as a denser shadow || PLACE MOTM WW BOX AND TAKE IT TO A VAUDEVILLE SHOW RELEASE MOTH WHEM COMEDIAN CRACKS JOKE AND MOTH WILL MEET 1S EAD AMID APPLAUDING AUDIENCE - FLAME THIS CINSTGIN THOORY over. Tres. Steve SE, On THIS deer in its tracks or forfeit both deer Far pack came the right band and the bew, that you or I might pot move, bent easily beneath the lea of the forest god. There | was a singing twang and Bara, leap ing high in air, collapsed upon the ground, an arrow thru his heart. Taraan dropped to earth and ran to his kill, lest the animal might even yet rise and escape; but Bara was \uafely dead, As Tarzan stooped to Lift it to his shoulder there fell upd his ears a tremendous bellow that |seemed alfhost at his right elbow, }and as his eyes shot in the direction jof the sound, there broke upon his vision, such a creature as paleontolo- gists have dreamed as having posst bly existed in the dimmest vistas of arth’s infancy—a gigantic creature, vibrant with mad rage, that charged, bellowing, upon him (Continued Tomorrow) and shaft, FIRE* MOTH (S NATURALLY ATTRAGHES > AMD WILE RUSH HEADLONG RNG B | Nick was pretty smart ang his | brain was. busy while he and Nancy and Sprinkle-Blow stood crowded un- der the weatherman’s umbrella, . He was trying to think of some way to get Howly Thunder and Jumpy Lightning out of the way, Suddenly Sprinkle Blow’s words about “the big black clouds” jumped into his heed and they gave him an idea. “If those tWb Nuisance Fairtes hadn't anything’ to stand on, what would happen?” he asked. The fairy weatherman was so, as tenished that he fora@ to hold his | magic umbrélla straight and q lot of water dripped down Nancy's neck. |Why, 1 don't know,” said he. suppose they wouldn't go any place. At least they couldn't stay bere, could they?" “No,” said Nick. “If we could only chase these clouds away, every: | thing would be all right again.” “Hal T've got it!” cried Sprinkle Y Coord. PURE MALTED MILK Tr As lendid Summer Dessert! ti content Fa | juin down to sleep and he had meant! bis firwt arrow, which must drop the) teaspoon salt). Beat up two exgs, add one pint milk, one-half | Golden Egg Noodles Made with Golden Age Ei Hight In weight, golden in color, made of Durum Semoling with salt abi exgadded—they cook up beautifully in many delicious di Golden Age Egg Noodle Raisin Pudding 4 of one regular package of Golden Age to two quarts boiling salt water (on jofl vigorously ten minutes an i) ugar, — d bs ey and ‘one-fourth pac teed ral. Tate all fn uttered pan with one tal and a few, misins on top: Bake one-half hour. Cai be served plain or with marshmallow whipped Grea. Write for. Cleveland We Mi Cleveland, cook book 1 Co, ir Lp ¢, Vy ANS Away they sailed up thru the rain drops toward the black clouds. Blow. “We'll go to the house of the winds and ask Mr. West Wind to help us out. He's got a breath like an express train, and he'll send those clouds kiting. Come, let's be off at ance He closed his umbrella in spite of the torrents of rain, and got astride t at onee, “Come, kiddies,” he called, “we'd better keep together, © get on behind. An umbrella's bet- ter than shoes in a rain storm any | time, even Magic Green Shoes.” j ‘The twins Jumped on, and away | they all sailed up thru the rain drops toward the black clouds. Howly Thunder beat his drum louder than ever, and Jumpy Light. | ning flashed his light in their eyes, but they kept right on, Pretty seon they came to the black clouds, but the magic umbglla poked its, way thru. Out they came on the other side and were away aguin before the two rowdy fairies knew what had happened. Then they landed on Sprinkle-Blow’s star. (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1921, by Seattle Star) RP IN Le =e dN Sod Page 41 THE FIRST MAN AT-THE TOF Mother-dear smiled at Peggy's memory of the legend of the old man who dared go to the very top of the mountain. “Yes,” she said, “all the Indians knew that story, and Mra. Beach says that most of them say they are 4 from that same ‘wise old foolish man.’” “Who did really get to the top of the mountain first?” David asked. bi So mother-dear took up Mrs. Beach's narrative again: “In 1870, Hamrd Stevens and Mr. P. O. Van ‘Trump came to the Longmire home to ask fer a guide. “Mrs. Longmire tried to dis- courage them. ‘It is too hard « trip,’ she told them, ‘Mr. Long: mire tried it and came back look- ing as if he had had a long ill- ness. I beg of you, do not go; fo not ask my husband to go as your guide.’ “But as no one else knew the trail, Mr. Longmire did take them as far as Bear prairie, and then he fot Sluiskin, an Indian guide, to go with them. “Sluiskin was a tall, slender fel- tow, dressed in buckskin leggings and shirt, and he wore an old army helmit thickly studded with | nails “He did mot want the white mengo go, so he begged them in his nm language; ‘Listen to me, my good friends, what you plan to do is foolishness; no man can climb Mount Tahoma and live! “*At first the way seems easy, across broad snow fields, but, oh, my friends, at the top is the lake of fire, and about its shores are gue demons, Yea, and you reach it, great cre’ to swallow you up, your slip on the steep, you will go down, fleath. And people wi i “It's a long, long story,” mother continued, “of the making of trails, the great hardships, the finding of the silver ledge and the wonderful springs. “Mrs. Beach was only 7 years old when she went to live in that jfirst log house at ‘Lonsmire's.’ Not far away was a small lake which was the home of many |beavers. Mary (Mrs. Beach) used to go and sit on tep of the beav- er's houses and listen to them working Inside. “AN would be well and she would listen to the queer sounds they made and guess what they were doing till some big beaver would come out to take a look around and when he spied Mary, tail againat tl and there was noth+ o Mary but to climb er moth upper of ehick- and cream and ing left for down and g i indie Confessions of a Husband T was a little later than usual that evening. The hall was dark and be- fore I could reach the electric light I stumbled over something. I bent down to feel it. It was a metal eylinder, ie I was badly frightened. I rushed; to Dot. “What's that tn the hall?’ “Don't be worried, dear. “What? For heaven's sak “A tank of oxygen. Dr. Harris thought It best to have it here,” “Is it as bad as that It was a despairing wall which came from me rather than a question, I knew how serious things were when that was brought into use. * “Dear, Dr. Harris said not to worry.” But there were lines under yes and she belied her own It's—" “You're a good, brave wife,” I told her. I kissed her, but it seemed that I had no right to, for I had brought 50 much forrow on hor, Bobbie would probably never have fallon sick if I had not permitted myself to become interested in another woman. Even when Bobbie was well again ~if that time was ever to come—tI would sll bave my confession to ~“(Gopyright, 1931, by Beattie Bier) 58. THE TANK make to Dot. How would she take it? Would it end all the happiness we had had together, Just as Bob- bie's illness threatened to do 50 now? I was roused from my thoughts by Dot's voice. “Dr. Harris is com- ing back to see Bobbie tonight,” abe said, ‘Then I understood that tonight wes the crisis. It wag the great barrier in Bobbie's path. jf he pass- ed it successfully all would probably be right in the end; if he did not-— well, I would try not to think of that possibility, ° I ‘do not like to remember that night. Dr. Harris returned at about ® o'clock. From then on ft seem- ed more like gome horrible delirium than rel life, During most of the night Dr. Har. ris was in Bobbie's room, Sometimes both Det and I were there to help him; occasionally one or the other would snatch a moment's respite, Bobbie was gumely fighting for hia life, * * And all thru these long hours T had the knowledge that if I had not been aareless and negli. gent he would never have become iil. It was as if several months passed much Bobbie meant to me until it seemed that he might leave us for ever. By 4 o'clock the worst was over and Dr. Harris left the house. Be- fore he went he told us that Bobbie was almost out of danger, That was the message which we had been wait. ing for, ‘When the door closed behind the physician Dot fairly fell into my arms. Big tears were rolling down her cheeks; they represented not sor. row, but utter exhaustion. Her will power more than any: thing else had kept her going, and now there was no longer any need for her to make such demands upon ft. ‘A great wave of pity swept over mé. Perhaps from the world’s point of view I had not sinned against her, but in my heart I knew I had done her a heavy wrong. =‘ (To Bo Continued) (Copyright, 1921, by Seattle Star) Coffee down again, Highest prices, 40c and 38c. Lowest price, 20c, Lunch with me—Quick service, wholesome food. M. A. Hansen, 40 Economy Mar that night. 1 had never realized how ket,—Advertisement, y