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_ Begin Reading This Red-Blood Novel Today Coprrtght, 1921, AC Mocters & Cs. (Continued From Yesterday) CHAPTER XIV ‘The Temple of Gryt might had fallen Tarzan the mask and the dead tail Priest he had slain in the beneath the temple. He that it would not do to at again to pass the guard, es. ‘80 late at night, as it would ly to arouse comment and and so he ewung into the overhung the garden wall from its branches dropped to i beyond. Avoiding too grave risk of appre the apeman passed thru to the court of the Approaching the*temple from ‘Opposite to that at which he ‘Ht at the time of his escape. ‘thus, it ts true, thra a por the grounds with which he ti r, but he preferred this @anger of following the beat pes aoe 2% Detween the palace apart: | ‘and those of the temple, Haw @efinite goal in mind and en- as he was with an almost sense of location he with great assurance thru of the temple yard. advantage of the denser a lose to the walls and of hat shrubs and trees there were Bt without mishap at last to ie building concerning the of which he had asked Lu- m to be put off with the as et ‘that it was forgotten—noth- ‘strange in itself, but given pos ie importance by the apparent " ‘of the priest to discuss its the at nm the ape-man the time that Lu-don | these apertures, since no one could * | room. Bd between its outspread paws. | oval windows, which were barred, flanked the door that the coast was clear, so fine that I'm person. For more than ‘years I suffered dreadfully with and by leading . — Advertise and ° ealthful Cattcure Leboretortes, Dept. ORTUNITY RWANTADS A and that they also were probably too strong to be broken even if he could bave risked the noise which would have resulted, Nothing waa visible | within the darkened interior and ao, |momentarily baffled, he sought the |windows, Here also the bars re |fused to yleld up their secret, but jagain Tarean was not dismayed |since he had counted upon pothing | different, | If the bars would not yield to his cunning they would yield to his/| |giant strength if there proved no other means of ingress, but first he would assure himself that this latter | was the case, Moving entirely | around the building he examined it) carefully, There were other windows | but they were similarly barred. He | stopped often to look and listen, but he saw no one and the sounds that he heard were too far away to cause him many apprehension. He glanced above him at the wall |of the building. Like so many of | the other walls of the city, palace, | and temple, it was ornately carved jand there were, too, the peculiar ledges that ran sometimes in a hort | zontal plane and aguin were tilted) at an angle, giving ofttimes an tm-| pression of irregularity and even crookedness to the buildings. It was) not a difficult wall to climb, at least not difficult for the ape-man. But he found the bulky and awk-| ward headdress a considerable handi- cap and so he laid it aside upon the ground at the foot of the wall. Nimbly he ascended to find the win- dows of the second floor not only |barred but curtained within. He did) not delay long at the second oor | since he had in mind an idea that he would find the easiest entrance thru) the roof, which he had noticed was | roughly dome shaped like the) throne-room of Kotan. Here there| were apertures. He had seen them from the ground, and if the con struction of the interior resembled even slightly that of the thronercom, bars would not be necessary upon reach them from the floar of the/ There was but a singie would they be large mit the broad shoulders of the ape- man? Ho paused again at the third floor, the voice of Lu-ion he could have sworn, demanding. And haughty and disdainful came the answering F that had first assured bim that his mate had been within this very room. And he bad heard her dear ‘otce combating the base demands the vile priest. Ah, if he had but with greater caution! If he had but continued to move with quiet wea ie now for idle self-reproach@. He stumbled blindly forward. grap- ing for he knew not what till sud. denly the floor beneath him tilted jana he shot downward into a dark- | hess even more utter than that above, He felt his body strike a smooth surface and he realized that | be was hurtling downw4rd as thru |& polished chute while from above there came the mocking tones of a taunting laugh and the voice of Lu don screamed after him: “Return to | thy father, O Dor-ul-Otho!” The apeman came to a rudden and painful stop upon a rock floor. Di- |rectly before him was an oval win- | dow crossed by many bars, and be- | yond he saw the moonlight playing jon the waters of the blue lake be- low. Simultaneously he was con. | scious of a familiar odor in the air of the chamber, which a quick glance | revealed in semi-darkness as of con- siderable proportion, It was the faint, but unmistak able odor of the gryf, and now Tar zan stood silently Ustening. At first he detected no sounds other | than those of the city that came up to him thru the windows overlook- jing the lake; but presently, faintly, as tho from a distance he heard the shuffling of padded feet along \a stone pavement,’ and as he listened he was aware that the | sound approached. Nearer and nearer ft came, and now even the breathing of the beast wag audible. Evidently at- | tracted by the noise of his descent into its cavernous retreat it was ap- proaching to investigate. He could not see it, but he knew that it was not far distant, and then, deafen- ingly there reverberated thru those gloomy corridears the mad bellow of the gryf Aware of the poor eyesight of the beast, and bis own eyes now grown accustomed to the darkness of the cavern, the ape-man sought to elude the infuriated charge which he well knew no living creature could with stand. Neither did he dare risk the chance of experimenting upon this strange gryf with the tactics of the Torodon that be bad found so ef. THE SEATTLE STAR DOINGS OF THE DUFFS WILBUR, WHY DID YOu BRING ‘THOSE EXPENSIVE GLASSES t WANT TO TRY "EM UNDER WATER AND SEE HOW OUT HERE? You'RE | “THINGS LOOK | ABLE TO Lose EVERETT TRUE gg AA EVERETT HERE GOES FOR AN INSPECTION OF PARTS OR COW OR DEER oR “TURKEY OR EACLE Gane IN HERG AND Ste iF Nou CAN SWat_ THIS PESKY PLY ficacious upon that other occasiontoward which Tarzan's when his life and liberty had been the stakes for which be cast. In many respects the conditions were dissimilar, Before, tn broad day: light, he had been able to approach the gryf under normal conditions in its natural state, and the gryf Itself was one that he had seen subjected to the authority of man, or at least of a,manlike creature; bat here he wag confronted by an imprisoned beast in the full swing of a furious charge and he had every reason to suspect that this gryf might never have felt the re- straining influence of authority, con- fined as it was tn this gloomy pit to serve likely but the single pur- pose that Tarzan had already seen «0 graphically portrayed in his own experience o& the past few mo ments. To elude the creature, then, upon the possibility of discovering some loophole of escape from his predica ment seemed to the ape-man the wisest course to pursue. Too much was at stake to risk an encounter that might be avolded—an encoun ter the outcome of which there was every reason to apprehend would seal the fate of the mate that he had just found, only to lose again so harrowingly. Yet high as his dis- appointment and chagrin ran, hope- less as his present estate now ap- peared, there tingled in the veing of the savage lord a warm glow of thanksgiving and elation. She lived! After all these weary months of hopelessness and fear he had found her. She lived. ‘To the opposite eide of the cham ber, silently as the wraith of @ dis embodied soul, the swift jungle creature moved from the path of charging Titan that, guided solely in the semidarkness by its keen ears, bore down upon the spot nolsy ¢n- trance into its lair had attracted it. Along the further wall the apeman hurried. Before bim now appeared the black opening of the corridor from which the beast had emerged int® the larger chamber. Without hesitation Tarzan plunged into it. Even here his eyes, long accustomed to darkness that would have seemed total to you or to me, saw dimly the floor and the walls within a radius of a few feet-—enough at least to prevent him plunging into any unguersed abyss, or dashing himself upon solid rock at a sudden turning. The corridor was beth wide and lofty, which indeed {t must be to accommoda the coloesal propor tions of the creature whose habitat it was, and so Tarzan encountered no difficulty in moving with reason- able speed along its winding trail. He was aware as he proceeded that the trend of the passage was down: ward, tho not steeply, but it seemed interminable and he wondered to what distant subterranean lair it might lead. There was a feeling that perhaps after all he might better have remained in the larger’ chamber and risked all on the chance of subduing the gryf where there was at least sufficient room and light to lend to the experiment some slight chance of success, To be overtaken here in the narrow confines of the black corridor where he was assured the gryf could not see him at all would spell almost certain death, and now he heard the thing approaching from behind. Its thunderous bellows fairly shook the cliff from which the cavernous chambers were excavated. To halt and meet this monstrous incarna. tion of fury witha futile wheeoo! seemed to Tarzan the height of tn- sanity, and so be continued along i OR LION OR SNAYE “There's something wp,” said Sprinkle-Blow to Nancy and Nick, “so suppose we go down to the earth and find out what Marty Mink and \Cob Coon want with Blackie Bass. | Blackie is an old friend of mine and |no matter how hot or how cold the weather Is, he never complains. He never minds a storm or @ flood, and Howly Thunder and Jumpy Light- ning have no terrors for him at all. | 1 like mice, patient Blackie, and if he is in danger, I think that we'd bet ter help him.” “Well,” said Nancy, very sensibly, |“if it isn't too late, I can go back to West Wind's house and tell him |not to blow any clouds over the | moon.” | “And I can tell South Wind not to make the water muddy,” sug | gested Nick. ———<—<<<<———<—K— the corridor, increasing his pace as he realized that the gryf was over hauling him. Presently the darkness lessened and at the final turning of the pas sage he saw before him an area of moonlight. With renewed hope he sprang rapidly forward and emers- ed from the mouth of the corridor to find himself in a large circular enclosure the towering white walls of which rose high upon every side —«mooth perpendicular walls upon the sheer face of which was no slightest foothold. To his left lay a pool of water, one side of which lapped the foot of the wall at this point. It was, doubtless, the wal- low and the drinking pool of the f. (aor now the creature emerged from the corridor and Tarzan re treated to the edge of the pool to make his last stand. There was no staff. with which to enforce the au thority of his voice, but yet he made his stand, for there seemed naught else to do. \ Just belond the entrance to the corridor the gryf paused, turning tts weak eyes in all directions, as tho searching for its prey. This then séemed the psycho logical moment for his attempt and mising his voice in peremptory com- mand the ape-man voiced the weird wheeoo! of the Torodon. Its ef fect upon the gryf was instantan- cous and complete—with a terrific bellow it lowered its three horns and. dashed madly in the direction of the sound. ‘To right nor to left was any ave nue of escape, for behihd him lay the placid waters of the pool, while down upon him from before thun- dered annihilation, The mighty body seemed already to tower above him the apeman turned and dove i the dark bier ed Down they went under Sprinkle-Blow’s magic umbrella “West Wind has already gone,” said Sprinkle-Blow. “I can hear him roaring. And South Wind, too. for | I see a cloud of dust down on the earth next to Ripple Creek now. She is Keeping her promine. Come on. ‘The best we can do now is to go at once and see what is happening.’ Down they went then under Sprinkle-Blow's magic umbrella to! the place where Blackie Bass lived in the pool under the willow-tree, But they couldn't, see Blackie at all, for the water, usually so clear and lim- pid, was as yellow as Davy Duck's bill, After while Mr. Moon started to come up, but he'd scarcely showed | the top of his bald head, when huff} puff! a black cloud pushed its way | jimpolitely over his face. After that | the world was very dark, for of course, Mr. Sun had gone to his over in the sky behind the hi h erything was as quiet church. “Come,” whispered Sprinkle-Blow. “Let's hide.” (To Be Continued) There was a half-moment of em- harrassment as Dot and George closed the door behind them, I was left alone in\my apartment with Edith. ‘When I was a boy such a situa- tion would have been unthinkable. But this was the 20th century, I re- flected a# I followed Edith into the living room. “We are left at home because we don't like violin playing,” I told her, “but we may be provided with muste of a different kind before the evening 1s over.” “What do you mean?” “Bobbie was fretful today. T hope he doesn't wake up and cry for his mother.” “Won't his father do? “No, I'm not nearly so skillful at handling him as Dot.” “I'm afraid I won't be able to be of much help; I love children, but they make me nervous when they ery.” \ ‘There was a rine «t the front door or A FRIEND OF MWE BY AHERN ROS CHES & WAL THATS WHAT 35 DRANK SOME HOME BREW, FELL DOWN, AND GOT A ® * Page 426 THE GHOST OF THE ENCHANTED PRAIRIB By the time the story had reached the point where The ‘Thing hurried forward to meet Enoch, Pegsy was al] a-tremble with excitement and David's mouth was open too far for safety. “Go on, Daddy,” David urged; “what happened then? afteP the ghost came to meet him?” “It tufned toward him,", Daddy repeated, “and again he saw the gieam of its awful eyes, and it seemed to him that he could see hate in them, and courage that was more than human. “But Enoch never wavered, he rode straight at tt and in a mo ment he grappled with it “He had thought that like other ‘ghosts,” when he came to it, tt would disappear, but when he grappled !t, cold arms enfold- ed him, its gauze-like garments covered his face in a death-cold swath, bound his -arms tn Its about from head to fect, “Sick with fear, chilled with dread and gasping for breath, Enoch sat a moment before he could get himself together for a fight Then, carefully raising @ hand, he tore the gauze from his face, looked at his bound body by the light of the moon and ex claimed, ‘By Jupiter! A spider web? “Yes, that was the ghost, for no telling how long the spiders had woven and woven that great web across the entrance to the trail, and the night wind had swayed the web and the oak branches on which it swung back and forth across the path. “Dew had gathered in ft and made it glisten. The eyes? I think Enoch’s imagination prob ably made the eyesp but I'm mighty giad Enoch finished that shost and not me I think it's a clinging folds and wrapped him ‘creepy story.” BREESE Confessions of a Husband sqrecigaiaaeiietninatapaiieesaimtal (Copyright, 1921, by Seattle Star.) 71.. AN INTERRUPTION “Who can that be?" Edith asked. “There's only one way to ,find out.” “Really, I do feel very peculiar about this. I'm afraid I'll be em barrassed if anyone comes in.” “Nonsense.” . “If you don't mind, Tl step into another rqom just until'you seeo——”" The doorbell rang again. “That would be foolish,” I argued. “If you do anything like that—well, people might think"—I stopped short. “I suppose you're right. Go ahead and find out who it is.” “It” proved to be Mrs, Maynard, a stout, busybodyish person who lived upstairs. ‘ “I just dropped in to see Dot for a moment,” was the way she greet- ed ma “I dare say It'll give you a chance to slip out for the evering. You men are all alike.” “But Dot isn’t home,” I told her. “Won't you come in anyway?” “No, I see you have company,” she replied stiffly. “Dot is out with a friend, and his wife has been good enough to sta: here and help me take cere of th child,” 1 explained, “That's very nice.” But I could see she did not approve, and that her tongue would wag about the in- cident for a long time. “Who was that dreadful person?* Edith asked me when I came back into the room. 1 explained as well as I could, but I did not think tt necessary -to add that Mrs. Maynard was one of the most virulent gossips in the neigh- borhood. Edith, however, guessed as much. “I suppose she'll tell this to all her friends and they'll tell their friends and they'll tell eve else and then people will start tn all over again telling each other,” she sighed. “It's terrible to be thought sp wicked, especially when—you aren't.” (To Be Continued) "(WALI © $1.00 at all Druggists 4