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EDGAR RICE BURRO Y PTARZAN THE TERRIBLE f Copyright, 19t1, A (Continued From Yesterday) cwrae wanted the priests of Lu- that preceded me here?” de | Tarean, chancing a shrewd \y that the two he had seen pad ' #0 frantically to avoid a meet ‘with him had indeed come from high priest at A-lur. iy came upon an errand stmi- to yours,” replied Mowar; “to t the return of the woman) 4 Ludon thought I had stolen om him, thus wronging me as ly, © Dor-wlOtho, as have you.” would question the Tarsan. “Bring them hither.” and arrogant man- Veft Mo-sar in doubt as to wheth- Fito be*more incensed or terrified, ever as is the way with such as he concluded that the first con Begin Reading This Red-Blood Novel Today © MeCtere & Co, of Paluldon, t thus eo sure that the creature is an impostor as to stake his life on his judgment, then who are we to give credence to the claims of this stranger? No, Mowar, you need not fear him. He is only a warrior who may be overcome with the same weapons that subdue your own fighting men. Were it not for Lu-don's command that he be taken alive I would urge you to set your warriors upon him and slay him, but thé commands of Lodon are the commands of Jad-benOtho himself, and those we may not disobey.” But still the remnant of a doubt stirred within the cowardly breast of Moear, urging him to let ahother take the initiative against the stranger. “He is yours, then," he replied, ton was his own safety. If he ald transfer the attention and the ith of this terrible man from him- HE to Ludon's priests it would than satisfy him and if they i conspire to harm him, then Would be safe in the eyes of| O ft it finally developed the stranger was in reality the Of God. He felt uncomfortable | Tarsan’s presence and this fact! accentuated his doubt, for ns, indeed, would mortal feel in the maence of a god. Now he saw an to escape, at least tem- ‘will fetch them myself, Dor-al- * he said. and turning, left the | uN it. His burried = steps) it him quickly to the temple, palace grounds of Tu-lur, also included the temple as in the Hoxton cities, covered a smaller area than those of larger city of Aur. He found, Messengers with the high of his own temple and quick-) i to them the com of the * ® iid! ute i it Hille FFE i ae Hl i | i i ; 5 . i oR F : a York City alone from kid-| trouble last year. Don't allow, r to become a victim: “to do with as you will I have no quarre! with him. What you may command shall be the command of Lu-don, the hi priest, and further have nothing to do in the matter.” . The priests turned to him who guided the destinies of the temple at Tuolur, “Have you no plant they asked. “Fligh mdeed will he stand in the counsels of Ludon and in the eyes of JadbenOtho who finds the means to capture this tm- postor alive.” “There is the ten pit,” whispered the hich priest. “It ts now vacant and what will hold ja and jato wil! hold thie stranger if he ts not the Dor-ulhOtho.” “It wit! hold him," said Mo-ear, “doubtless, too, it would hold a gryf, but first you would have to get the gryf into it” The priests pondered this bit of wisdom thoughtfully and then one! of those from A-lur epoke, “It should not be difficult,” he said, “if we use the wits that Jad-benOtho gave us instead of the worklily muscles which were handed down to us from our fathers and our mothers and which have not even the power pos seased by those of the beasts that run about on four feet.” would arouse in his mind no clon were you to do the same, and the high priest should wish to show fim thru the temple aa aid Lu-don commanded | REEF 3 eves G2 against him should crystallize nto conviction on the part of Mo-sar and his followers that he would be no worse off in the temple than in the palace, the ape-man haughtily ac cepted the invitation of the high | priest. world’s standard remedy fc~ b!Aney, Bisdder and uric acid troubles.) ; "es national remedy since 1696.) 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There wag a bloody altar at the east end and the drowning basin TomM,NOW You BE CAREFUL WITH Him te Ter BETcus Sum Wik WSU ME DIDNT GO MOME ON TW TRAIN WHEN WE TELL Wim WE CANOED 62) a L— EVERETT TRUE THE SEATTLE STAR Olivia Disproves spit iT out! Youre ALLRIGHT! eee BY CONDO TAK AT MY COPMCS Song TING WHEY Yov'!s NOT PICKING Youe TeEeTH! at the west, and the grizly fringe was an active force in the rites of the temple. Thru the chambers and corridors beneath they led him, and finally, with torch bearers to light their steps, into.a damp and gloomy labyrinth at a level and here in a large chamber, the air of which was still heavy with the odor of lions, the crafty priests of Tu-lur encompassed their shrewd design. The torches were suddenly extin- guished. There were suddenly confu- across the stone floor. There was a loud crash as of a heavy weight of stone falling upon stone, and then surrounding the ape-man naught but |the darkness and the silence of the tomb. CHAPTER XIX Diana of the Jungle Jane had made her first kill and she was very proud of it. It was not a very formidable animal—only a hare; but it marked an epoch in her existence. Just as in the dim past the first hunter had shaped the | destinies of mankind, so it seemed that this event might shape hers in some new mold. No longer was she dependent upon the wild fruits and vegetables for sustenance. Now she might command meat, the giver of the strength and endurance she would require successfully to cope with the necessities of her prim- itive existence. ‘The next step was fire. She might learn to eat raw fiesh as had her lord and master; but she shrank from that. The thought even was repulsive. She had, however, a plan for fire, She bad given the matter thought, but had been too busy to put It into execution #0 long ag fire could be of no immediate use to her. Now it was diffarant—she sion of bare feet moving rapidly | haa ‘something to cook and her upon the headdress of the priests at-; mouth watered for the flesh of her tested the fact that the eastern altar kill, She would grill it above glow: jing embers. Jane hastened to her tree, Among the treasures she had gathered in the bed of the stream were several pices of volcanic glass, clear ag crystal. She sought until she had found the one in mind, which was convex. Then she hur- ried to the ground and gathered a ttle pile of powdered bark that was very dry, and some dead leaves and grasses that had lain long in the hot gun. Near at hand she arrang supply of dead twigs and branches— |small and large. Vibrant with suppreased excite- | ment she held the bit of glass above the tinder, moving it slowly until she had focused the sun's rays upon a Uny spot. She waited breathlessly. How slow it was! Were her high hopes to be dashed in epite of all her clever planning? No! A thin thread of smoke rose gracefully into the quiet air, Presently the tinder glowed and broke suddenly into flame. Jane clasped her hands be neath her chin with a little gurgling exclamation of delight. She had achieved firet She piled on twigs and then larg- er branches and at last dragged a small log to the flames and pushed an end of it into the fire, which was crackling merrily, It was the sweet- est sound that she had heard for many a month. But she could not wait for the mass of embers that would be required to cook her hare, As quickly as might be she skinned and cleaned her kill, burying the hide and entrails. It served two purposes, One was the necessity for keeping & sanitary camp, and the other the obliteration of the scent that most quickly attracts the man- eaters. ‘Then she ran a stick thru the car. case and held it above the flames. Phil Frog wrote to Pall Frog wrote to Mr. Sprinkle Blow! and this is what he said.| Nancy read the letter to the ‘Weatherman. “Dear Sir: “i take my pen tm hand to tefl) you that did you know about Old) Sizaly Dry Weather? Sizzly came three days ago and he’s bragging that he’s come to stay for a speil. He says that he has a right to, be cause the new moen has his corners up Please, sir, will you please to) turn Mr. Moon's corners down if that’s the reason Mr, Sizzly is here. | I've had to move four times in three days, and the last time I couldn't | bring my children along. It was) this way: Old Sizzly came along and huffed and puffed and blew ‘his | hot breath on our pool and first | thing you know the water was all gone. Nothing left but mud and a puddle or two. No frog could live there, much less tadpole children. “So we found a new place and By turning it often she prevented burning and at the same time per- mitted the meat to cook thoroly all the way thru. When it was done she scampered high into the safety of her tree to enjoy her meal in quiet and peace. Never, thought Lady Greystone, had aught more delicious passed her lips. She pat- ted her spear affectionately. It had brought her this toothsome dainty and with it a feeling of greater con fidence and safety than she had en- joyed since that frightful day that she and Obergatz had spent their last cartridge. She would never for get that day—it had seemed one hid eous succession of frightful beast after frightful beast. They had not been long in this strange country, yet they thought that they were hardened to dangers, for daily they had had encounters with ferocious creatures; but this day—she shud- dered when she thought of it. And with her last cartridge she had killed | a black and yellow striped lion-thing with great saber teeth just as it was about to spring upon Obergratz, who had futilely emptied his rifle into it —the last shot—his final cartridge. For another day they had carried the now useless rifles; but at last they had discarded them and thrown away the cumbersome handoleers, as well. How they had managed to sur- vive during the ensuing week she could never quite understand, and then the Hodon had come upon them and captured her, Obergatz had escaped—she was living it all over again, Doubtless he was dead unless he had been able to reach this | side of the valley, which was quite evidently less overrun with savage beasts, downs’ at once, Tom's Statement THATS SOMETHING THEY TIE BOATS To- DADDY, WHAT IS ‘THAT_ FLOATIN’ IN THE WATER ? WUAT OID You Do wit Mr. Sprinkle-Blow took the kiddies and set up house keeping all over aguin, but the same thing happened that time, too! And the next, and the next! “Last time, something extra ter rible happened, Mr. Sizzly blew his breath so hot and fast that ‘there wasn't enough water left for our children to swim from the old house to the new one, “Tadpoles can't im on mnd be- cause they have only tails and no feet. So now they are down in a crack In the mud with only about « teaspoonful and a half of water, and Old Sizaly says it won't be long un- til he dries that up, too. He's dread. fully meant! | “Please toll me what to do, please, | sir, I'l put a special stamp on this, | so please hurry. “Yours very hotly and dryty, “PHIL FROG.” “Nick,” said Sprinkle-Blow, “open the barrel marked ‘Regular Pour. Nancy, take this key and Iet out Howly Thunder and | Jumpy Lightning.” (To Be Con (Copyright, 1921, by Seattle Stary Confessions of a —— “AND “Mr. Himes,” begged Pessy, “could you tell me just one more story about something which did happen while you were crossing the plains when you were «a little boy? “Pessy,” nid Mr. Himes, “there is one picture?in my mifd as clear as if it Were painted there pasturage for the cattle, for which ‘we were most grateful. “My father had taken great care in the selection of his oxen for the long six months’ journey, and mother was more and more grateful for his care as the days ‘wore on and she realized what a terrific undertaking it was. - “Two of the oxen, Peggy, were called the ‘wheel oxen,’ and no matter how many of them were hitched to a wagon, whether it were four, or six, or eight, these wheel oxen were the ones we de- pended on. “Well, we made camp and the cattle were turned-out to graze. BOY NOTHIN” TS A GIRL: AW, HE WAS} FOOLIN’ ME Te il Hy ie steep river bank that I saw my _ mother cry. a “The oxen had been so faithful and so strong and she felt that | upon these two good beasts alone she depehded to get her little ones across the plains to the Oregon country. “But I've been here 68 years,” Mr. Himes added with his nice smile, “so you sce it was some. thing stronger than any oxen which got us across. God ted and strengthened the pioneers.” BRRSD (Copyright, 1921, by Seattle Star.) Husband 78—THE PASSING OF CYRIL As I was walking to the subway station on my way home that eve ning a man turned a corner sharply and bumped into me. “Hello, Tom!" he exclaimed as we both recoiled from the collision. For a moment I did not know him —he was so changed—the next in- stant I tried to make up for this by the warmth of my greeting. He was Cyril Sutherland, an old-time beau of Dot's. But it @as a different Cyril, no longer the dapper young chap who kept about six months ahead of the fashions, well groomed, happy-go- lucky, debonair. There was a hang: dog expression about his face, I could not help noticing that his el bows were shiny and his cuffs ragged. Poor Cyril! I had always—except for one spell of Jealousy—liked him; his good nature, in fact, had made him a favorite everywhere, Perhaps, as the saying is, he had been his own worst enemy. He was easy-going, affable—a little lazy, too, I knew that for the past few years he had drifted from job to job with- out staying very long in any one Position. Now, he told me, he was a book agent. It was Inte end I had to hurry into the subway, but I urged him to} come to see us, and he promised to | do 80. Yet I realized he would never come, | As he turned away ft struck me that, after all, I was not so very dif- ferent from Cyril. I, too, was some- what good-natured; I, too, was af- fable; I, too, was lazy, if the truth were told. What had made me fol- low a different course? There could | be only one answer. As I saw him walk away I said to myself: “There, but for the grace of Dot, go 1.” 1 knew that it was her influence that had kept me from that shiftless, listless, down-atthe-heel existence, When her influence had been with- drawn from Cyril the rest had fol- lowed. It was uptown that I felt some one brush past me as I left the subway, It might have been that fabled sixth sense which told me it was some one 1 knew. I turned, There was no mistaking her now, even if I had not recog: | nized the orange plumes on her bat. | without speaking. been to see Dot, What if she had? For the first time I realized that I was a free man, free because I no longer had anything to fear, free because I did not have to plan and plot and calcu: late, ¢ And even the fact that Edith did not speak to me. . . A week ago, or even a day ago, it would have been so important, Now it hardly seemed to matter at all, IT was nearly home now. not thinking of Edith, Nor were my thoughts merely upon the meeting with Dot that was coming and the goodnight kiss I would give to Bob- bie. I was looking ahead thru the long vista of years that stretched before me, ahead to the new life and the new joys that would be ours. (The Perhaps she had 1 was.