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AUGUST 1, 1921. § From Saturday) As the man fell forward doad, the “wo Women recognized Tarzan simul: ly. Pan-at-lee fell upon her ees and would have bowed her ad upon his feet had he not, with impatient gesture, commanded to rise. He had no time to listen their protestations of gratitude or the numerous questions he knew would soon be flow.) from those two feminine tongues. “Tell me,” he cried, “where is the . ‘of my own race whom Jadon drought here from the temple?” “She is but this moment sried O-loa. “Mo-sar, the father of F } thing here,” and she indicated e “That way,” cried Pan.at-lee, point to the doorway thru which Mo had “They would have the princess and the stranger n to Tu-lur, Mo-sar’s city by the Lake.” to find her,” he said to Pan “she is my mate. And if I I shall find means to liberate and return you to Om-at." “seized her and carried ber “ Phich way?” he cried. “Tell me iy. in what direction he took the girl could reply he bad) behind the hangings of ear the foot of the dais. corridor thru which he ran was and like nearty all the Hodon city, wound in .< } out and up and down. but at last ° ted in a sudden turn which him into a courtyard filled ‘warriors, a portion of the palace that had just been summoned ‘one of the lesser palace chiefs to/ the warriors of Ko-tan in the ‘that was raging in the banquet the sight of Tarzan, who In his forgotten to recover his u headdress, a great shout . “Blasphemer’’ “Defiler of the Durst hoarsely from savage and mingling with these who cried “Dor-ul-Otho,” fact that there were il some who clung te ts divinity. pourtyard armed only in, the face of this great T WALK WO BLOCKS ~|band of traitors, who a I had it, and just perfect. 1° wm strength and make them ¢ by Bar. Blend Coffee—the very A Ib. 40¢; 2 Ibs. 75e; ™me—Reet for Less. Service. .| voluntarily take a single step in the troduce our new which in the t plate known, root of the you can bite corn off the teed 16 years, Te K guaranteed for 15 year i testh same day: Wxaml e day. Exam and Bavice tree. c and See Sampics of Our Plate " @n@ Bridge Work. We stand the Test of Time. of our present patronage is by our early custom- One faction. " rT t 4 pied. satisfac hen 0 our offic ou igen the lah plac I O Cut-Rate Dentists is till Ask be sure , Bring A gone,” | Body of Bu-lot with a soornful its! $s THE SEA EDGAR RICE BURROUGHS’ GREATEST STORY i TARZAN THE TERRIBLE Begin Reading This Red-Blood Novel Today Stitt Cepyrtaht, 1921, AC. MeClurs & Ce. throng of savage fighting men, | seemed even to the giant apeman a | thing impossible of achievement, He must use his wits now, and quickly, too, for they were closing upon him. He might have turned and fied back thru the corridor, but flight now, even in the face of dire necessity, would but delay hinr in his pursuit of Mosar and his mate. “Stop!” he eried, raising his palm aguinst them. “I am the Dorul Otho, and I come to you with a word from Ja-don, who it is my father's| will shall be your king now that Ko. tan ts slain, La-don, the high priest has planned to seize the palace | estroy the loyal warriors, that Mo-| sar may be made king--Mo-sar, who | Will be the tool and creature of Lu don, Follow me. There is no time to lose if you would prevent the traitors whom Ludon has organized In the| city from entering the palace by a| seoret way and overpowering Jadon and the faithful band within.” For a moment they hesitated, At last one spoke, “What guarantee have we,” he demanded, “that it i» hot you who would betray us, and by leading us now away from the fight ing in the banquet hall, cause thone who fight Jadon's side to be de feated?” “My life will be your guarantee,” replied Tarzan. “If you find that I have not spokensthe truth, you are sufficient in numbers to execute WHO PULL TTLE ED ME UP ON FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS GEEWIZ, FRECKLES « T™ GETTIN Good AN’ WYGRY- JA S'PosE WE 6OT ANYTHING IN OUR “TENT “To EAT? YT DONT KNows> GbE~T wisn WE DID- TD eve ANYTHING FoR whatever penalty you ehoore, But come, there is no time to lose, Al-| ready are the lesser priests gathering | their warriors in the city below,” and | without waiting for any further par | ley, he strode directly toward them | in the direction of the gate upon the| opposite side of the courtyard, which | led toward the principal entrance to the palace ground Slower in wit than he, they were! swept away by his greater initiative and that compelling power which Is| inherent to ail natural leadera, And) 80 they followed bim, the giant ape: | |man with a dead tail dragging the | ground behind him—a demigod where | another would have been ridiculous, | Out into the city he led them and | down toward the unpretentious bulld- Jing that hid Ludon’s secret passage way from the city to the temple, and as they rounded the last turn they | saw before them a gathering of war-| riors which was being rapidly aug-! mented from all directions as the! traitors of A-lur mobilized at the call | of the priesthood. “You spoke the truth, stranger,” | said the chief who marched at Tar-| zan's side, “for there are the war: riors with the priests among them, even as you told us.” ” replied the ape-man, | “that I have fulfilled my promise, I/ will go my way after Movsar, who has done me a great wrong. Tell Ja don that Jad-ben-Otbo is upon his side, nor do you forget to tell him also that it was the Dor-ulOtho who thwarted La-don's plan to seize the palace.” “I will not forget.” replied the chief, “Go gour way. We are enough to overpower the traitors.” “Tell me,” asked Tarzan, “how J may know this city of Tulur?” “It lies upon the south shore of the second lake below A-lur,” replied the chief, “the lake that is called Jad-to-tul.”" They were now approaching the evidently thought that this was another con tingent of their own party, since they | made no effort either toward defonse | or retreat. Suddenly the chief raised his voice in a savage war cry that |was Immediately taken up by his | followers, and simultaneously, as tho the ery were a command, the entire party broke Into a mad charge upon the surprised rebels, Satisfied with the outcome of his suddenly conceived plan, and sure that it would work to the disadvan. tage of Lu-don, Tarzan turned into a search of the trail that fed southward toward Tu-lur. CHAPTER XVII. By Jad-Ben-Lal As Mosar carried Jane Clayton | from the palace of Ko-tan, the king, jthe woman struggled incessantly to regain her freedom. He tried to com pel her to walk, but despite his threats and his abuse, she would not direction in which he wished her to 50. In#tead she threw herself to the! ground each time be sought to place her upon her feet, and so of neceesity | he was compelied to earry her, tho at last he tied her hands and gagged her to save himself from further lacerations, for the beauty and slen- |derness of the woman belied her strength and courage. When he jcame at last to where bis men had| | ®athered he was glad indeed to turn | her over to @ couple of stalwart war- | riors, but these, too, were. forced to carry her, since Mo-sar’s fear of the |Yengeance of Ko-tan's retainers would brook no delays, And thus they came down out of the hills from which A-lur is carved | to the meadows that skirt the lower end of Jan-ben-lul, with Jane Clayton carried between two of Mo-sar’s men. At the edge of the take lay a fleet of | strong canoes, hollowed from the trunks of trees, their bows and sterns carved in the semblance of srotesque beasts or birds, and vividly colored by some master in that prim. itive school of art whieh fortunately |'8 not without its devotees today. Into the stern of one of these ca- noes the warriors tossed their captive at a sign from Mo-sar, who came and stood beside her as the warriors were| finding their placen in the canoes and solecting their paddies, | “Come, beautiful one,” he raid, “let us be friends and you shall not be | harmed. You will find Mo.sar a kind master if you do his bidding,” and| thinking to make # good impression on her, he removed the gag from her mouth and the thongs from her Wrists, knowing well that she could not escape, surroundéd as she was by his warriors, and presently, when they were out on the lake, she would be aa safely imprisoned as tho he held her behind bars, And #0 the fleet moved off to the accompaniment of the gentle splash ing of a hundred paddies, to follow | | the windings of the rivers and lakes |thru which the waters of the Walley of Jad-ben-Otho empty into the great morass to the south. The warriors, resting upon one knee, faced the bow, and in the last canoe Mo-sar, tiring of his fruitless attempts to win re- sponses from his sullen captive, squatted im the bottom of Lhe canoe : (te How TD REMEMBER To MAIL A LETTER: BUY A MAILMANS SurT AND AND DOW (T WHEN THE WIFE GIVES You & LETTER 7D MAIL * THEN AVOID ALL WOW "1D REMEMBER & DoE HUMBER: () LOOk UP PHONE NUMBER Wi BOOK (7) FILL BOTTLE wit BUCKSHOT EQUAL TD NUMBER G@ WHEN WUMBER SLPS MIND, CouNT SHor f-b-4 NW BOTTLE + EVERETT TRUE BY CONDO UKG THE IRISHMAN. HE SAID THIS Was A REAT COUNTRY BECAUSE HE S4W A MAN AT post Sana GSTA 1l0-DacaR MONEY For eonts. ov TOLD xXHaT WRONG, eveERorT. IT WAS A 25° DOLLAR MONGYT CRDER Foe 12 CONTS —- with his back toward her, and restingness of persistenos and ingenuity his head upon the gunwale, sought|that had resulted in a noticeable loss sleep. of morale in the sector he had chosen Thus they moved in atlence be-}for his operations, They had to tween the verdure-ciad banks of the charge against him the lives of cer- little river thru which the waters of |tain officers that he had deliberately Jad-ben-lul emptied—now in the|taken with his own hands, and one moonlight, now in dense shadow, /entire section of trench that had where great trees overhung the| made possible a disastrous turning stream, and at last out upon the} movement by the British, Tarzan waters of another lake, the biack|had outgeneraled them at every shores of which seemed far away| point. He had met cunning with under the weird influence of a moon-|cunning and cruelty with cruelties light night. . until they feared and loathed. his Jane Clayton sat alert in the stern| very name, The cunning trick that of the last canoe, For months she) they had played upon him in destroy- had been under constant surveillance ing his home, murdering his retain. the prisoner first of one ruthless race | ers and covering the abduction of his and now the prisoner of anothor.| wife in such @ way as to lead him to Since the long-gone day that Haupt-| believe she fiad been killed, they had, man Fritz Schneider and his band of| regretted a thousand times, for a native German troops had treacher-|thousandfold had they paid the price ously wrought the kaiser’s work of | for their senseless ruthlessness, and rapine and destruction on the Grey-| now, unable to wreak their vengeance stroke bungalow and carried her|direetly upon him, they had con. away to captivity, she had not drawn | ceived the idea of inflicting further a free breath. That she had sur-|suffernig upon his mate. vived unharmed the countless dan-| In sending her into the Interior to attributed solely to the beneficence | ish, they of a kind and watchful providence, | Lieut. Erich Obergatz, who had been At first she had been held on the! second in command of Schneider's orders of the German high command| company, and who alone of its of. with a view of her ultimate value as|ficers had escaped the consuming @ hostage, and during these months| vengeance of the ape-man. For a she had been subjected to neither | long-time Obergatz had held her in a hardship nor oppression, but when! native village, the chief of which the Germans had become hard | was still under the domination of his pressed toward the close of their un-|fear of the ruthless German oppres successful campaign in East Africa,| sors. ‘While here only hardships it had been determined to take her| and discomforts assailed her, Ober- further into the interior, and now|gatz himself being held in bh by there was an element of revenge in|the orders of his distant superior, thelr motives, since it must have| but as time went on tho life of the been apparent that she could no| village grew to be a veritable hell of longer be of any possible military|cruelties and oppressions practiced Jue. by the arrogant Prus#ian upon the , Bitter, Indeed, were the Germans| villagers and the members of his against that half-savage mate of| native command, for time hung heay: hers who had cunningly annoyed! ily upon the hands of the lieutenant, aod harassed them with a (endish' and wilh Wieness gombluing wilh ibe had chosen as her escort OU,T LNoWe THERES ‘TWo DIECES OF BACON W THAT MN cRacver ¢| THERE |, Box BACK OF MY = a4 2 is? \sTrer Sack, giing in the water and pummeling each other for dear life) rolled out on the ground at the very feet of Nancy and Nick and Sprinkle-Blow, who had been watching the whole thing. land Marty had a grip on Cob's ear. “You've spoiled all my fun!" cried Cob, giving Marty's tail a jerk. “And you've spoiled my dinner,” snarled Marty crossly, pulling Cob's ear so hard it nearly came off, and reaching for the other, “I've been, waiting to catch Blackie Bass for jyears and now you've gone and ruined everything.” “And I've been walting, too,” re plied Cob, punching Marty in the eye, and, I'm sorry to say, kicking him also in the ribs, which knocked the breath out of Marty so that he prose cit i toi deat AE ‘personal discomforts he was com: | pelied to endure, his none too agree lable temper found an outlet first in petty interference with the chiefs, jand later in the practice of absolute cruelties upon them. What the self-sufficient German | could not see was plain to Jane Clay fton, that the sympathies of Ober. |gatz’s native soldiers lay with the | villagers. | And at last came revenge, but from an unexpected source, in the form of a German native deserter |from the theatre of war, Footsore, weary and spent, he dragged himself linto the village late one afternoon, | and before Obergatz was even aware | of presence, the whole village Tiknew that the power of Germany in Africa was at an end. It did not take liong for the lieutenant’s native sol diers to realize that the authority that held them in service no longer Jexisted, and that with it had gone the power to pay them their miser. able wage, Or at least, so they rea- | gers thru which she had passed she | avoid the path of the victorious Brit-|soned. To thém Obergatz no longer represented aught else than a power: les and hated foreigner, and short {indeed would have been bis shrift had not a native woman who had conceived a doglike affection for | Jane Clayton burried to her with the word of the murdefous plan that was | brewing, for the fate of the innocent | white woman lay in the balance be- | side that of the guilty Teuton. |_ ‘Already they are quarreling as to which one shall possess you,” she told Jane, “When will they come for us?” jasked Jane, “Did, you hear them e “Tonight,” replied the woman, “for even now that he has none to fight for him, they still fear the white man, And so they will come at night and kill him while he “ (Continued in Next Lssue) vost. on ia = He hit Cob on the nose as hard as he could, Marty Mink and Cob Coon (strug: feo’ Cob had hold of Marty’s bushy tail | | WHO PUSHED ME OFF THE Dock P T WILENOW SING >) THE "DRINKING SONG PAGE 8 BY ALLMAN YEH © FULL OF HIGH BAWLS! WW TENOR! HOW REMEMBER FACES- IMAGINE YOU LOOK’ LIKE THE FACE You SEE AT WA, AND ft FORGE) ADVENTURES . OF ate Tw! PHIL CALLS TIME qr uldn’t answer. “Mr. Moon helped me by going away,” went on Cot, “and Sprinkle Blow muddied the water.” . “No, they helped me,” panted Marty, who'd found his breath by this Ume. “Oh, I do wish that you would keep out of my way. You are |® nuinanes.” And to show that he | meant it, he hit Cob on the nose as | hard as he could. 7 “Dear, dear! sald Sprinkle-Blow |to Nancy, “this has gone far enough. | I'l have to tell Phil Frog to call |time. That will stop them. Nick, you go over to Lily Pond and tell | | Phil toscroak as loud as he can.” In a minute there was a loud “Ker. chug! A-hunk! from Lily Pond, Marty and Cob let go and listened, then they were off like a streak to hunt Phil. They'd forgotten all about Blackie. Down under his lity-pad Phil laughed. He knew he was safely hidden, WILL SOCK You ONE, Blackie Bass, under his rock, was laughing, too. Solemnly, (To Be Continued.) (Copyright 1921 by Seattle Star) For two days Bobbie’s condition continued serious. When I came |home on the third I found him re- |markably improved. He was sitting in his bed sur- rounded by Jumbo, Sally Ann, Tom- my Tucker and Dr, Harris—all of them, including the last, do!ls—tlec- turing them at a great rate in a lan- guage of which I could understand jonly a word here and there, 1 was glad of the chance to talk to Dot. “Dear,” T began, atmost as T had planned for so long, “there is some- | thing I have to tell you. You will) |be surprised and I am afraid hurt, | but of | | “Why, ‘Tom, what's the matter?" |'There was an intonation in my voice that frightened her. “Tye been foolish——" “Quick! Tell me what you mean!” “Edith,” 1 answered, and was si- lent. “Oh, Tom! I cannot describe the tone of infinite reproach and infinite sorrow in which that was uttered, “I've been foolish,” I persisted. “On my, word of honor, Dot, I've ‘ t e AND Page 430 THE ORIGIN OF “Grandmother,” Pegey said, “do you remember that apple tree story you told us about how the apples first came to Wash- ington? I wish you knew how these big black cherries came.” Grandmother thought a minute before she said, “Peggy, 1 shouldn't be one bit surprised if " Mr, Himes could tell you a story about that, and he happens to be right here in Seattle today.” “Not that same little George?" cried Peggy, her eyes sparkling. “That same little George,” Grandmother replied. So that’s how Peggy came to be in the lobby of the Fairfield, and having shaken hands with Mr, Himes, sctlled down for the story. Mr. Himes ts tall and broad. shouldered now, and his hair has grown very grey, but he knows exactly the sort of things to re- member when he talks to little folks. “Awiy, way back tn the year 1809," he Began, “there lived a young man who was greatly in- terested in the art of grafting fruit trees. His father taught him all when he grew up to be @ man he knew about it and). THE BING he married and moved to Indians in 1829, “When he had been only a year in Indiana a little son was born to him and he looked at his Ms and dreamed dreams of making | @ great nurseryman of him. “When his son was 9 years old Mr. Luelling read a story about: the Lewis and Clark expedition to Oregon, and he said: “That's where I am going. KE will find a way to get the little ” trees across the plains. Yes, will surely find a way.’ “So he worked and worked and tried and tried, and alf"the time he kept the thought in his mind that he would graft a cherry fine. enough to be worth taking all the way across the plains; and he se lected his best apples and pears and peaches and plums and start ed wee trees, but he couldn't find a way to get the trees to live so tong, for the little growing things must have both earth and water, “In 1839 he moved to Iowa and there he kept on experimenting and grafting and working, and to — one black-heart cherry tree he gave especial care because it seemed to do just what he expect. ed and wanted it to do, “In 1845 he planted a seed from that black-heart tree and that is — really the beginning of my % ¥MESE, (Copyright, 1921, by Seattle Star.) 75. DOT IS SILENT deen foolish, but nothing more. I just have to tell you.” Then, while Dot listened without saying a word, I told her the whole story, excusing myself as little as possible, I had Just a bit too much pride left to put the blame on Edith and hide behind the old excuse of “the woman tempted me.” Force of cireumstances had thrown me with Edith, and she her self hady made the best of them (or the worst), but I knew that if there had not been a weak spot in me nothing would have happe! there had not been a faulty my armor Edith would never have meant any more to me than any oth- er of Dot's friends, As I told my story, as fully and |honestly as I knew how, I glanced every now and then at Dot, She was deathly pale. She did not interrupt. She did not offer any suggestion, in: | terpose any objection, ask any ques- tion. Only now, as T was telling of the night when she went out with ‘ge, leaving me alone with Edith, i thought 1 heard a half-stitled ex: Confessions of a Husband ’ clamation from her. I looked at her agnin, but she was silent, and I had to continue my nar rative without even the help that an angry protest would have af. forded. Dot heard me thru to the end without a word of reproach. I felt like a criminal telling my story bee fore a prosecutor and judge, only in this case one person exercised both those functions, As I concluded my story T turned to Dot with a plea to forgive me. So much depended upon what sha sai it promised so much for the future? If she would only forgive me we could begin again, upon a@ stronger, surer basis for the future, stronger because it would be founded on hon: _ esty and perfect frankness, But my wife was silent. (To Be Continued) We dye your rags and old carpets weave them into han