The Seattle Star Newspaper, August 2, 1921, Page 11

SDAY, AUGUST 2, 1921, EDGAR RICE BURROUGHS 7 TARZAN THE TERRIBLE Begin Reading This Red-Blood Novel Today i Ceprrieht, lem, a C {Continued From Yesterday) thanked the woman and sent Away lest the suspicions of her be aroused against her when @iscovered that the two whites iad learned of their intentions. The went at once to the hut oc by Obergats. She had never there before and the German Up in surprise as be saw who Visitor was, ‘Briefly ashe told him what she bad At first he was tnclined to arrogantly, with a great dis of bravado, but she silenced im peremptorily “Su talk is useless,” she said ly. “You have brought upon the just hatred of these peo Regardiess of the truth or fulsi @f the report which has been 4 ) to them, they believe in it there is nothing now between And your Maker other than We shall both be dead before if we are unable to escape the village unseen. If you go Row with your silly p of authority you will be sooner, that's all.” think it te as bad as that’ & noticeable alteration in and manner. te precisely as I have told “They will come jon and we will pretend that into the jungle to hunt. That Gone often. Perhaps it suspicion that I accom- you, but that we must chance. be sure, my dear Herr Lieuten- to bluster and curse and abuse servants unless they note a im your manner and realts your fear know that you sus their intention. If all goes then we can go out into the to hunt and we need not re first and now you must Rever to harm me, or other. ‘it would be better that I called ehief and turned you over to and then for put a bullet into my head, unless you swear as asked I were no better alon | the jumgie with you than here ——. of these degraded swear,” he replied solemnity. Rhames of my God and my that no harm shall befau) my hands, Lady Greystoke.” Well,” she said. “we will a *“ Faire LS! LEMONS “BLEACH FRECKLES the fulce ef two lemons bottle containing three ounces White, which any érug ‘Will supply for a few cents; and you have @ quarter : and delightful lem Massage this sweetly lotion into the face, neck, hands each day, then “mote the beauty and’ white. akin. stage beauties use this Totion to bleach and bring clear, rosy-white com also as a freckle, sunburn me Savings Bank AVE. AND PIKE 5ST. Telief as sooo as it touches that itehi rash or patch of ecrema. Save yourself hours of torture by keeping a jar on hand. Cool, soothing, healing and om nearly flesh color it bardly shows atall. You drogaiat vata i. Ask for it. "| The ce gl 7 }tion of elation and relief he exceptionally flavor of Hilvilla rable tea to use in preparation of the iced drink ) a ’ GREATEST STO! RY MeChure & Co Jmake this pact to assist each other to return to clviligation, but let it be understood that there is and nev er can be any semblance even of respect for you upon my part I am drowning and you are the straw Carry that always in your mind, German | If Obergats had held to the sincerity any doubt of her word it/ would have been wholly dissipated | the scathing contempt of her | And so Obergats, without fur: | ther parley, got pistols and an ex by tone. HAVING A FINE TIME AREN'T You? WELL, You GET RIGHT UP To THE Hore ! tra rifle for Jane, as well as ban doleers of cartridges, In his usual arrogant and disagreeable manner | he called his servants, telling them that he and the white kali were go ing out Into the brush to hunt. The beaters would go north as far as the little hill and then cirele back to the east and in toward the vik lage. The gun carriers he directed | to take the extra pieoes and precede himself and Jane slowly toward the | cast, waiting for ‘them at the ford| about half a mile distant. The | Dlacks responded with greater alac jrity than usual and It was notice able to both Jane and Obergats that/| they left the village whispering and laughing. | “The swine think ft is a great) joke,” growled Obergats, “that the| afternoon before I die I go out and hunt meat for them.” | As soon as the gun bearers dis. appeared in the jungle beyond the Village the two Europeans followed | along the same trail, nor was there any attempt upon the part of Ober | gate's native soldiers, or the war| riors of the chief to detain them, for | |they, too, doubtless were more than| | willing that the whites should bring | them in one more mess of meat be- fore they killed them. A quarter of a mile from the vil lage, Obergatz turned toward the south from the trail that led to the ford and hurrying onward the two put a9 great & distance as possible between them and the villuge before night fell. They knew from the habits of their erstwhile hosts that| there was little danger of pursuit by night, since the villagers held Nu ma, the lion, in too great respect to venture needieasty beyond their stockade during the hours that the king of beasts was prone to choose | for hunting. And thus began a seemingty end- legs sequence of frightful days and/| horrorladen nights as the two! |fought their way toward the south | im the face of almost inconceivable | hardships! privations and dangers. |The east coast was nearer, but Ob ergutz positively refused to chance throwing himself into the hands of the British by returning to the ter ritery which they now controlled, insisting instead upon attempting to make his way thru an unknown wilderness to South Africa where, among the Boers, he was convinced he would find willing sympathizers who could find some way to return him in safety to Germany, and the woman was perforce compelled to accompany him, at last to the edge of the mornas be- fore Paluldon. They had reached thie point just before the rainy sea son when the waters of the morass were at their lowest ebb. At this time a bard crust is baked upon the! dried surface of the marsh, and| there is only the open water at the center to materially impede prog ress. It is a condition that exists perhaps not more than a few week: or even days at the termination of long periods of drouth, and so the | two crossed the otherwise almost tm passable barrier without realizing ite latent terrors. Even the open water in the center chanced to be deserted at the time by its frightful denizens, which the drouth and the regeding waters had driven south- ward toward the mouth of Pal-ul- don’s largest river, which carries the | waters out of the Valley of Jad ben-Otho, Their wanderings carried them across the mountains and into the Valley of Jad-benOtho at the source | of one of-the larger streams which bears the mountain waters down the valley to empty them into the main |fiver Just below the Great Lake, on whose northern shore les A-lur. As jthey had come down out of the |mountains they had been surprised by a party of Ho-don hunters | Obergatza had escaped, while Jane had been taken prisoner and brought to A-lur. She had neither seen nor | heard aught of the German since that time, and she did not know whether he had perished in this strange land, or succeeded in suc-| cessfully eliding its savage denizens and making his way at last into South Africa. For her part, she bad been incar. cerated alternately in the palace and | the temple as either Ko-tan or Lu don succeeded in wresting her tem porarily from the other by various | strokes of cunning and imtrigue. And now at last she was in the power of | &@ new captor, one who she knew from the gossip of the temple and/ }the palace to be cruel and degraded. | And she was in the stern of the last | canoe, and every enemy back was! toward her, while almost at her feet Mo-sar's loud snores gave ample evi- | dence of his unconsciousness to bis| immediate surroundings j dark shore loomed closer to the south as Jane Clayton, Lady | Greystroke, «lid quietly over the} stern of the canoe into the chill wa-| ters of the lake. She scarcely moved other than to keep her nostrils above |the surface until the canoe was but | famtly discernible in the last rays of the declining moon. Then she struck out toward the southern shore ‘Alone, unarmed, all but naked, in| a country overrun by savage beasts {and hostile men, she yet felt for the} first time in many months a sense | She was |freet! What if the next moment brought death, she knew again at lleast a brief instant of absolute free |dom. Her blood tingled to the al-| glad triumphant cry as she clam |bered from the quiet waters and| stood upon the silent beach. Before her loomed a forest, darkly, and from its depths came those} nameless sounds that are @ part of the night life of the jungle-—the rus- ting of leaves in the wind, the rub: | |bing together of contiguous branch- | magnified by the darkness to «inister | and awe-mapiring proportions; the hoot of an owl, the distant scream|wait for the end as patiently as|of a spear of @ great cal, the barking of wild! THE SEATTLE STAR ROOM AND N= IM GONNA WAIT “TILL THIS’ AFTERNOON To LOTLe GO IN uM A COME HOME AT ONCE — IMPORTANT. t Got Yue Tee Sram, HR. TRYE WHAT'S UP # THAT'S GOOD, NEIGHBOR | EITHER TAKE YOUR CAT ALONG ON Your VACATION OR MAKE ARRANGEM TO HAVE e€. Trvs. A .: i CNY. It Feo ty af dogs attested the presence of the myriad life, the free life of which | she was now a part. And then there came to her, possibly for the first time «ince the giant apeman had come into her life, a fuller realiza tion of what the jungle meant to him, for tho alone and unprotected from its hideous dangers she yet felt its lure upon her and an exaltation that she had not dared hope to fee) again. Ah, if that mighty were but by her «ide! joy and bliss would be longed for no more With careful eye she scrutin- inized the ground, and with at tentive ear she listened for any warning sound that might suggest the near presence of enemies, either man or beast. She was sativfied at last that there was nothing close of which she need have fear. She wished to bathe, but the lake was too) exposed and just a bit too far from the safety of the trees for her to riak it until she became more familiar with her surroundings. She wan dered aimlessly thru the forest searching for food which she found in abundance. She ate and rested, for she had no objective as yet. Her freedom was too new to be spoiled by plannings for the future. The} mate of hers What utter hers! She than this. i | most forgotten sensation and it was) haunts of civilized man seemed to S| with difficutty that she restrained a her now as vague and unattainable as the half-forgotten substance of a dream. If she could but live on here in peace, walting, waiting for— him. It was the old hope revived. She knew that he would come some day, if he lived. She had always known that, tho recently she had be lieved that he would come too late. | If he lived! Yes, he would come if ies, the scurrying of a rodent, all/ he lived, and If he did not live she| sawed until she could break it off were as well off here as elsewhere, | for then nothing mattered, only to might be, | asleep. jand Her wanderings brought, her to a) crystal brook and there she drank and bathed beneath an overhanging | tree that offered ber quick asylum | in the event of danger. It was a| quiet and beautiful spot and she) loved it from the first. The bottom | ot the brook was paved with pretty stones and bits of giassy obsidian, As she gathered a handful of the) pebbles and held them up to look at them she noticed that one of her fingers was bleeding from a clean, straight cut She fell to searching for the cause and presently discov- ered it in one of the fragments of | volcanic glass which revealed | edge that was almost ragorlike. Jane Clayton was elated. Here, @od given to ber hands, was the first beginning with which she might| eventually arrive at both weapons and tools—a cutting edge. Every-| thing was possible to him who pos-| sesaed it—nothing without, She sought until she had collected many of the precious bits of stone—/| until the pouch that hung at her right side was almost filled, Then | she climbed into the great tree to examine them at leisure. There were some that looked like knife blades, and some that could easily be fash joned into spear heads, and many smaller ones that nature seemed to have intended for the Ups of savage arrows. The spear she woula essay first, that would be easiest. There was a} hollow in the bole of the tree in a great croteh high above the ground, Here she cached allot her treasure except a single knife-like silver, With this she descended to the ground and searching out a slender sapling that grew arrow-straight she hacked and without splitting the wood, It was just the right diameter for the shaft a hunting spear such as her beloved Waziri had liked best. Husbands UP TO YouR STAY JOKE ON FRECKLES AN’ 6INE DUCKIN' ADVENTURES OF THE Twi NS Out he marched down the road. There was one Nuisance Fry who had given very little trouble. All the time that Jack Frost was cutting up hix antics in the spring and Old Man Flood was out tearing laround, he dored and nodded and didn’t take an interest In anything. And when .Howly Thunder and Jumpy Lightning got out the bass drum and flashlight and started off on a grand pmrade, dumping over Sprinkle-Blow's barrel marked “Hard Storms” and pouring rain down on the earth, this fellow went sound You'd have thought he'd never wake up. But after the biossoms had come and gone on the trees and little hard |groen balls appeared in their places |(which would one day be apples, peaches, pears, cherries after Farmer Smith's patch garden had a good start, after all the whitey, blue speckled eggs in the —_—_———— ane an How often had she watched them fashioning them, and they had taught her how to use them, too— them and the heavy war spears— laughing and clapping their hands jas her proficiency increased. She knew the arborescent grasses that yielded the longest and toughest fibers and these she sought and car ried to her tree with the spear shaft that w&s to be, Clambering to her crotch she bent to her work, hum ming softly a little tune, She caught herself and smiled—it was the first time in all these bitter months that song had passed her lips or such a ile. “I feel” she sighed, “I almost feel! that Johg is near—my John—my ‘Varzan.” She cut proper length and removed the twigs and branches and the bark, whit- Wing and scraping at the nubs until the surface was all smooth and straight. Then she split one end and inserted a spear point, shaping the wood until it fitted perfectly. This done she Iaid the shaft aside and féll to splitting the thick grass stems and pounding and twisting them until she had separated and partially cleaned the fibers, These she took down to the brook and washed and brought back again and wound tightly around the cleft end of the shaft, which she had notehed to receive them, and the upper part of the spear head which she had ajso notebed slightly with a bit of stone. It wns a crude spear, but the best that she could attain in so short a time, Later, she promised herself, she should have others—many of them—and they would be spears of which even the greatest of the Wa- zirl spear-men might be proud. (Continued T or plums) | Little pinky, greeny, | the spear shaft to tire) Are an Awful Care MRS. DUFF, 01D You ~~ EVER CATCH Your. HUSBAND FLIRTING? nests had cracked open to let out all) sorts of fuzzy youngsters (screaming | their heads off for worms) this old | | fairy stirred. | | He got up out of his big easy | [chair and stretched and yawned and blew bie hot breath out in great! |puffs and said he believed that he'd | |take his turn getting some exercise. | The other Nuisance Fairies crowd. ed Into a corner when he passed and no one interfered. Out he marched jand down the road and past the house of Sprinkle Blow, the Weather- man { Nancy and Nick were looking out of the window and saw him. What a funny looking old man,” exclaimed Nancy, pointing. “He's all dried up looking.” Sprinkle-Blow came and | too. looked, My land o’ gracious? he erted. It's Old Sizzly Dry Weather. Now we are in for it. He's the harde: one of all to manage, because he's | as stubborn as 40 mules and insists on having his own way.” (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1921, by Seattle Star) VES, once! cule e BY ALLMAN WHAT DID You Do To Him ? Watt Yi THE ORIGIN OF THE BING Mr. Himes matched his fingers Up to tip and looked across at Peggy. “Want the rest of the story? You aren't a very big girl to listen to such a long story all about one tree.” Then Peggy showed her dimples and her most Peggyish expression and replied, “Oh! But don't you see, that tree did be a pioneer tree, and that makes it a be-eautiful story.” “In that case,” Mr. Himes smiled back at her, “we will go on, “As I told you, in the year 1845, before Seattle was here at all, black-heart seed back in Iowa, and while that seed and all the other seeds he had started were taking root and sending up their little green shoots, he was busy get ting two queer long-bedded wag- ons made. “He had these wagons built a certain way to suit his purpose, then he filled them with rich earth and powdered charcoal, be- cause he had learned that the charcoal would hold moisture longer than anything else. And in those wagons he planted his little trees, 400 trees in each wagon, and started off. “He had trouble on.the way, of course, but he finally reached — Polk county, Oregon, with bis fruit trees in good shape. ' “It was interesting work to get the little trees set out and started” in the new country, and some ¥ people discouraged<fim and said |” such and such trees cotldn’t grow here, but he worked away and be | Neved. And always that one cherry tree seemed to thrive on and do its best, “Finally, it was big enough to a % & Mr. Luelling planted that} e sold, and it found its way into an orchard in Olympia. “There an old Chinaman tended it for his master, and he loved it, and when it bore fruit, the China- man said: “‘Him velly fine tlee. No thee — so fine. * Him velly sweetly Muits.” “And his master said, ‘You think so much of that tree, Bing, I'll name it for you. That cherry shall always be called ‘Bing’ ~herry.” “And so it has, but that isn’t the end of the story.” (To Be Continued) BRNSD Dot did not answer when I made my plea for forgiveness. I was dismayed. Was this to be |the reward of my honesty? After jal, I had been under no compulsion to tell her, She might not have found It out for 20 years—might never have known about it, I felt the way a little boy does when his mother kisses the spot where he has bumped his head angry because the pain does not im- mediately stop. “Dot, haven't you me?” I asked lamety. She turned towards me, but her |Ups did not move. Bobbie had been observing us with interest. He stood up in his bed and lataggered across the creaking springs to Dot. “Mummy,” he sald, holing out his arms, Dot took him into her lap. “Daddy, too,” he demanded, and was not content with grasping my }hand, insisting that I put my cheek down next to his I was on one knee beside Dot. 1 |mlanced up at her, She lopked down any word for (Copyright, 1991, by Seattle Star.) 76. BOBBIE AGAIN upon us as tho we were two chil- dren. Then she kissed us both— first Bobbie and then me, I knew that I was forgiven, tho no word had been spoken. It was later in the evening that the real reconciliation came. Dot had what she called a good ery upon my shoulder and: tried to take a share of the blame for the near- tragedy, but I would not let her. “Once I half suspected it,” she told me, “but it seemed so ridicu- lous that I would not permit myself to think about it. Not my Tom! ——" and the tears came again, but they were on the whole fairly happy, tears, and T knew that our path lay smooth before us. Perhaps we even understood each other better and would be more con- siderate in the future because of what had happgned. Now we wert talking about that future, making so many rosy plans | for the goéd times we would have when Bobbie was completely well. But suddenly Dot exclaimed: “1 don't care how much he pays you, I won't let you work for Edith’s father!” “Lve thought of that,” T told her, as indeed J had “I baven't now | \ the least idea of taking that posh tion.” “But what can we do?” asked Dot almost in despair. “We owe 80 much money and your salary is so small. It just seems that there ill be any end to our “Cheer up, sweetheart,” I said re assuringly. “Things will come out all right tn the end.” “But how?" “I don't know, but I'm so happy now that I know they will.”” Yet in my heart of hearts I knew that any sensible person would have decided that the future looked pretty dark for us. If it wasn't exactly jet black, it was at least a sullen, | murky gray. (To Be Continued) After the show, we'll go to Boldtis, Advertisement, 81.00—CHOTCR ROOWS—81.00 Rew Dolington Ho! First and Spring. in 2769 200 Roome—150 at 81.00 STRICTLY FIRST CLASS J. J. Ryan R. P. Kelly