The Seattle Star Newspaper, August 8, 1921, Page 9

MONDAY, AUGUST 8, 1921 EDGAR RICE BURROUGHS’ GREATEST STORY ARZAN THE TERRIBLE Begin Reading This Red-Blood Novel Today Copretght, 1921, AC MoCtare & Co, (Continued From Saturday) oner, They would take no chances, Bach day food and water were/for the stories that had circulated | wught Tarsan and slipped quickly |in Aur had been brought to Tu-tur | tb the amailer door which was |—stories of the great strength and | d sufficiently to allow the stone | wonderful prowess of Tarsan.jad.gu- | Ptacles to pass in, The prisoner|ru that caused the sweat to stand mm to believe that he was being | upon the brows of the warriors, tho! d for something bdoeside| it was cool in the damp corridor and i However, that was immate-| they were 12 to one, Tiel. If they would but hold off for And then the high priest gave the few more days they might select | signal—the door shot upward and iat fate they would—he would not) 10 warriors leaped Into the chamber there when they arrived to an-|with polxed clubs. Three of the! noe it. | heavy weapons flew across the room | And then one day came Pansat, | toward a darker shadow that lay tn sdon"s chief tool, to the city of the shadow of the opposite wall, Putur. He came ostensibly with a/ then the flare of the torch iA the Message for Mosar from the | priest's hand lighted the interior and he invited Mowar to come at) pile of skins torn from the windows to Alur, and then Panv-sat, hav.|and that except for themselves the | | MOM'S CALLIN’ |chamBer was vacant, } p One of them hastened to a win-| You, TAG . iF and pray, and there he sought! dow, All but a single bar was gone igh priest of Tu-lur to whom/and to this was ted one end of all | braided rope fashioned from strips || | eut from the leather window hang: | In a@ little chamber and Pan. | ings. into the ear of the BY ALLMAN THATS THE ONLY ONE IN THIS SPOT! J KNOW WHERE THERE ARE A COUPLE MORE UP HERE A LITTLE You HAVEN'T GOT Your LINE WHERE \TOLD You! BRING IT OVER “THIS WAY ABOUT TWO INCHES! } THOUGHT You SAID You KNEW EVERY FISH IN THIS LAKE? WE'VE BEEN HERE OVER AN HOUR AND} HAVEN'T HAD A NIBBLE! wy DO You WANT _TO LEAVE HERE? LETS TRY 17 AGAIN! NOW “THAT WAS. “he RIGHT PLACE! BIG ONES LIE 1M WAIT To priest at A-lur. Lu-don had de-|they siw that the thing at which that Mowsar should be king.|/they had flung their clubs was al @elivered the message, asked he might go to the temple of} the true message that Ludon went, The two were closeted _—————— oo aa To the ordinary dangers of Jane | Clayton's existence was now added | the menace of Obergate’s knowledge | of her whereabouts, The lion and| the panther had given her leas cause | for anxiety than did the return of he unscrupulous German, whom jshe had always distrusted and fear | ed, and whose repulsiveness was | now immeasurably augmented by | his unkempt and filthy appearance, | his strange and mirthiess laughter, | and his unnatural demeanor, She Was visibly affected. To be | feared him now with a new fear as priest at A-lur! That was al-|tho he had suddenly become the per- | Ss good as being king of all | sonification of some nameless hor-| uldon, for great were the pow-/ror. The wholesome, outdoor life! of him who conducted the sacri-/that she had been Yeading had ces wpon the altars at A-lur. |strengthened and rebuilt her ner | ee OWT” Whispered the high priest.| vous system, yet it seemed to her | may I become high priest at y as she thought of him that if thi | Again Pansat leaned close: “Ry man should ever touch her she | should serea a the one and bringing the vig Ae peeing > a abe to A-lur,” replied he. Then he wishes to be king,” he “And Lu-don wishes to bi Mo-sar wishes to retain th: Who claims to be the Dor- and Ludon wishes to kill} and now,” he leaned even) to the ear of the high priest Tutur, “if you would. be, high at A-lur it fs within your pow- ” Paneat ceased speaking and wait: for the other's reply. The high BY AHERN TUE MUT BROS=CHES 6 WAL] | (TTAKES ALOT YOU SAID [T= ; OF MONEY To GET MATRI-MONEY'!)| faint. Again and again during the| | day following their unexpected meet. | ing the woman reproached herself | the bait and/for not havin i killed him as she) be depended upon to do what-| would Ja or jato or any other preda was juired to win him the /tory beast that menaced her exist ence or her safety. | attempt at self justification for these in one trivial consideration. | sinister reflections. > | high priest would indeed com: justification The standards | murder and treason to attain which the acts of such as you ‘ext high office at A-iur; but he had may be judged could not apply to| Hood which of his victims | hers. We have recourse to the pro- to be killed and which to be) tection of friends and relatives and to Lu-don. Pan-sat, know: the civil sold! ry that upholds the! himself all the details of the| majesty of the law and which ma: of Ludom. bad made the be invoked to protect the righteou: natural error of assuming that! weak against the unrighteous strong; other was perfectly aware that, but Jane Clayton comprised within! publicly sacrificing the false herself not only the righteous weak, could the high priest at! but all the various agencies for the | if bolster his waning power and) protection of the weak. To her, ‘the assassination of Mo-sar, the |then, Lieutenant Erich Obergats | f, would remove from Lu-| presented no different problem than camp the only obstacle to his did-ja, the lion, other than she con ing the offices of high priest | sidered the former the more danger. The high priest at Tu-/ous animal, And so she determined | | that should he ignore her warning | be no temporizing upon the eccasion of their next meeting— the same swift spear that would meet ja's advances would meet his. That night her enug little | | Nor was Pansat mistaken other! WHO'S THaT BLOWING THGIR HORN our in PRonT THeee, MRs. TRvuG Ft - perched high in the great ‘tree seemed less the sanctuary that it had before. What might resist the| sanguinary intentions of a prowling | panther would prove no great bar. | rier to man, and influenced by this | thought she slept less well than be- | to murder him within the he arrived at A-lur, nor he know that a secret grave had ) prepared for him in the floor '& subterranean chamber in the temple he dreamed of con- THE PROMISED STORY You do not wonder, do you,! and bore great golden ears furnished food in plenty. poh wo the temple to slay Tar- “the Hon pit. Night had fall torch guided the foot- Of the murderers as they crept i upon their evil way, for they were doing the chief did not want consciences his cell the ape- ia seemingly end- His scraping. that approached the door, Always before they had to the smaller door—the foot- of @ single slave who brought there were More than one and their com- at this time of night carried a euggestion. food. This time » He heard them stop the door. All sought to explain it. Mass.—‘‘I bad ane the time I was sixteen years old pease il ny house cleanin; Fogg further sound. from the mena nde After creature were relief indeed. your text- lor wamen. eas book ( took Lydia He s 0 when he should have been Tarzan con- to work at his scraping and was silence, only by the scrape, scrape, tof the apeman's tireless © Those without heard it and litten. They d in low tones making thelr Two would raise the door ly and the others would rush and hurl their clubs at the pris- iq! thru limbs and foliage. the monotonous hum of the noc turnal jungle startied her into alert wakefulness to lie with straining ears in an attempt to classify the origin of the disturbance, and once she was awakened thus by a sound thing’ moving in her own tree. She listened intently—ascarce breathing. Yes, there it was again. A scuffing of something soft agamst the hard bark of the tree. The woman reached out in the darkness and grasped her | spear. Now she felt a alight sag-| ging of one of the limbs that sup- ported her shelter as tho the thing, whatever it was, was slowly raining its weight to the branch, It came nearer, Now she thought that she could detect its breathing. It was at the door. She could hear it fumbling with the frail barrier. What could it be? It made no sound by which she might identify it. She raised herself upon her bands and knees and crept stealthily the little distance to the doorway, her spear clutehed tightly in her hand. What ever the thing was, it was evidently be- awakening her. It was just beyond the pitiful little contraption slender boughs that she had bound together with grasses and called a door—only a few inches lay between the thing and her. Rising to her hand and felt untll she found a place where a crooked branch had left an opening a couple of inches wide near the center of the barrier, Into this she inserted the point of her spear. The thing must have-heard her move within for suddenly it aban doned its efforts for stealth and tore angrily at the obstacle. At the same moment Jane thrust her spear for ward with all her strength. She felt it enter flesh. There was a scream and @ curse from without, followed by a crashing of a body Her spear was almost dragged from her grasp, fr-| DUt she held to it until it broke free did from the thing it had plerced. | It was Obergatz: the curse had told her that. From below came no Had whe, then, killed She prayed so—with all her it. To be freed of this loathsome During Jail the balance of the night she lay J there awake, listening. Below her, E,| she imagined, she could see the dead | bir? Jheart she prayed Vege-| an with his hideous face bathed in the cold light of the moon—lying i ac in t ;andhave there upon his back staring up @ her. She prayed that ja might come and drag it away, but all during the never have children— remainder of the night she heard weak—but after takin; dit stren; irth to an ei all never another sound above the drowsy hum of the jungle. She was glad that he was dead,, but she ea Hire dreaded the grewsome ordeal that to the last day, and u Bearyboly who what made me stron; Lydia E. Use this testimonial at had @, awaited her on the morrow, for she knew must bury the thing that had been ‘was surprised, and when they ask rich Obergatz and li on there tell above the shallow grave of the man Pinkham’s Vegetable’ she had slain. Sho reproached herself for her —Mrs. ELIZABETH SMART, weakness, repeating over and over ‘Sixth St., Lowell, Mase. ex] strong recommendation Pinkham’s Ve; It is only one ote great many casca, rs [that she had- killed in adif-dfense, of Mrs. Smart is that her act was justified; but she fot; was stil! a woman of today, and strong upon her were the iron man- dates of the social order from which she had sprung, ils interdiclions and that seemed to come from some-| attempting to gain entrance without | of | knees she reached out with her left | | ANN Kcce Rigur ON PAIR: visit WE HAD TO HAVE THE FUKNISHINGS RG AND REFINISNED AFTER YouR CAST ON YOUR WAY, OR t i SON “ Zz ) SOHN SON f Ss e SEND You + |its superstitions. At last came the tardy dawn, Slowly the sun topped the distant | mountains beyond Jadin-lul. And lyet she hesitated to loosen the fas |tenings of her door and look out |upon the thing below. But it must be done. She stecled herself and un- the barrier, She looked down and only the grass and flowers looked lup at her. She came from her shel- the oppgsite side of the tree—the was no Mead man there, where as far ax she could see. Slow ly she descended, keeping a wary eye and an alert ear ready for the fir intimation of danger At the foot of the tree was a pool of blood and a lit@e trall of crimon drops upon tee grass, leading away parallel with the shore of Jgd-bal lul. Then she had not slaif him! She was vagu@y aware of a pe cullar, double sensation of relief and regret. Now she would be always |in doubt. He might return; but at least she would not have to live above his grave, She thought some of following the bloody spoor on the chance that he might have crawled away to die later, but she gave up the idea for |fear that she might find him dead rby, or, worse yet, badly wounded | What then could she do? She could Inot finish him with her spear—no, she knew that she could not do that, nor could she bring him back and nurse him, nor could she leave him there to die of hunger or of thirst or to become the prey of some prow! ing beast. It were better then not to search for him for fear that she might find him, That day was one of nervous starting to every sudden sound The day before she would have said that her nerves were of iron; but not today. She knew now the shock that she had suffered and that this tied the rawhide thong that secured! ter and examined the ground upon) nor any: | was the reaction, Tomorrow it might be different, but something told her that never again would her little shelter and the patch of forest and jungle that she called her own be the same, There would hang over |}them always the menace of this | man. No longer would she pase rest- ful nights of deep slumber. The} ace of her little world was shattered forever. That night she made her door doubly secure with additional thongs of rawhide cut from the peit of the |buck she had slain the day that she | |met Obergatz, She was Very. tired |for she had lost much gleep the night before; but for a long time she lay with wide-open eyes staring into |the darkness. What saw she there? | Visions that brought tears to those | brave and beautiful eyes—visions of 4 rambling bungalow that had been |home to-her and that was no more, |destroyed by the same cruel force | that haunted her even now in this |remote, uncharted corner of the! | earth; visions of a strong man whose protecting arm would never press her close again: visions of a tall, straight son who looked at her adoringly out of brave, smiling eyes that were like his father’s, Al ways the vision of the crude simple | bungalow rather than of the stately halls that had been as much a part of her life as the other. But he had loved the bungalow and the broad, free acres best and #0 she had come to love them best, too, At last she slept, the sleep of utter Jexhaustion. How long it lasted she did not know, but suddenly she was wide awake and once again ahe heard the scuffling of a body against the bark of her tree and again the! limb bent to a heavy weight. He had returned! She went cold, trem- bling as with ague. Was it he, or, O God! had she killed him then and was this? She tried to drive the [the daylight for Just now. “Oh!” cried Scramble holding For all it was so dark that Scram ble Squirrel could scarcely wee the Up of his nose, it wasn't dark for him to notice the queer grayish- brown color of the sky. “It can't be night after all,” he said, “for nights are either black or dark blue, This iu different. It may be daylight say- ling, but if it is, it's in.théd middie of |the day instead of at the end. I wonder what Sprinkle-Blow is saving I don't that I like it so dark. I'm sure cannot see to get home, and I'm quite as certain that the children cap't either, wherever they are. As for Samantha and her sewing, she'll certainly have to give it up unless she puts on her specks.” amble stopped his chatterin: this way, she knew, lay madness. And once again she crept to the door, for the thing was outelde just as it had been last night. Her hands trembled as she placed the point of her weapon to the opening. She wondered if it would scream as it fell, {Continued Tomorrow) still tighter to his twisty vine, for suddenly @ queer sound came thru the trees, a sound something like the roaring of the ocean and the mewing of @ cat and the sighing of pine trees all roiled into one, It was the qheerest sound that Scramble had ever heard in all his life. “Huraph!" he said, taking a firm- er hold of his wild grape vine swing. “I feel queer. I feel as though | things were going to happen. Such ‘a funny light, and such a ‘sound ‘n’ all! I do hope the family \is safer No sooner had the words left his j}mouth than a great black object, bigger than a dozen barns, wide at the top and little at the bottom, and spinning ‘round all the time ‘as diz- | zily as a top, came at him with a great roar. “Oh! cried Scramble holding still |tighter to his twisty. vine. “Oh! On?" | The big, roary, spinning thing | gathered Scramble up as though he |were paper and sent him whirling {. thru the sky! (Copyright, 1921, by Seattle Star) funny | fore. The slightest noise that broke | 1 3 , || that David and Peggy were eager to get the stories which the In- dians had told to Mrs, Bartlett in their own language and which the children had never heard from any book of legends. There wege two of them, the first one, the story of bow the American Indian came to be on the earth, and the other the story of the maiden who was very beautiful and all good. In the time that is long past, and far gone, no people lived on the earth on this side of the world. The red men never cross Big ‘Water, so only there lived the Sun, the Moon and the raven, the bluejay, some beaver and the deer. After a time came the elk and buffalo and horses and many other things and salmon which ran in the streams, but there were no men on this side of the earth. However, far down, down, down deep in the center of the earth there dwelt many red men in tribes, And these red men planted and ate much corn, corn which grew eRe One day an old squaw a grain of the golden corn almost at once it sprouted quite at once after that it to grow. It grew and grew and grew she stood beside it until it was tall as her knee, as tall as waist, as tall as her chin, her brow, then she had to bend head far back to see It, and it grew, up and up and up; and stronger, till the top was. this?’ the old squaw asked her | self. “Always have I seen corn, always have I watched it grow, but never in my long life have I seen a stalk so tall, nor so strong, 9 nor thick, and never have I | known a grain of corn to grow 9” to a full sized stalk while one 9. watched. : “No doubt there is for me a” meaning, a call from the Great | Spirit.” Saying which she began to climb. (To Be Continued) eee (To Be Continued) | WHEN A WOMAN TELLS By RUTH AGNES ABELING CHAPTER III—I HAVE A TALK WITH TOM BEGIN HERE TODAY tga Sorenson with the for money, » with the leh. Mrs social secretary. Inehientally, she meets the idle Philip Ames, who escorts her from te house GO ON WITH STORY The fingling of the telephone awakened me this morning. Tom's voice came over the wire. “Helga—have you gone crazy?” was his decidedly characteristic greeting. And then, not waiting for an answer, the words came tum- bling. “I'm so sorry, dear, I knew that you had it in you to wake up—to the big possibilities-—some day, but I had hoped it wouldn't come until after you were my wife.” His voiee_was very gentle; perhans { only imagined a thrill of emotion in it. You have been artificial, but no more so than the rest of the girls, 1 ks employment John Amen ax ner (Copyright 1921 by Seattle Star) fore you wrote it, but I know, too, that you are gold at heart—and I jWant you, I'm coming out,” he | snapped, “But you don't know where I am! My words were pitifully inadequate. “Did you think that a man who has loved even the little badnesses of a girl, could let her slip away from him? I know just where you are and just whet you did all day yesterday-+I wasn't more than 20 steps behind you all along. Now I'm coming.” “But Tom? I shrieked as I feared disconnection. “Yes—dear?” the sweet compas- sion of his voice made me fear more than ever, meeting him, I knew I couldn't see him and go on with my resolution because I recognized my own limitations, my own weakness— gentle caresses, soft voices have al- wo lured me, "louse don't come,” piteously, you want to keep me at all—please idon't, for I'll run away altogether if you do, “Tom” T had myself better in you that letter, Aelga Sorenson ceased to exist as a love parasite. She became a working factor. For the past two years—since before we met—I have been getting by mostly because someone loved me, or rather loved what they thought I was. I {haven't been any of the things these people loved--I have merely been able to create an illusion and some- how keep them believing in me, “And now,” I continued, not heed jing Tom's interruption, “I want to come out of it fair and square, I want to stand on my own feet and be accepted for just what Iam. If I can’t do it here, 1 shall have to go somewhere else.” Tom was silent so long that,I feared he had gone, Then: ‘ou mean what you say,” the words came slowly; “I'm not going to interfere. But I am going to ask you to let me do just one more little thing for you. “Some of the men whose offices jyou visited yesterday were not just the kind of men I'd feel safe in your work without a personal element, “I want you to escape that, Helga, |I happen to know of a woman who needs @ social secretary, one thoroly — capable of meeting any emergency gracefully—you can do that—won’'t | You see her and accept the place if |she likes you?* A | I realized that much that Tom — said was true. I knew finding work, with no especial training, would be difficult, so my answer was a grudge ing, “Yes,” I wrote the address as Tom dic tated it and as the receiver snapped jafter his “Goodby, dear,” I felt a vague unrest. This afternoon T shall visit Mrs. Jobn Ames-in-need-of-a-social-seere- tary. I've heard of per and her beauti- jful home and magnet husband. I ree jmember seeing her at some of the big parties mother used to give when I was just a girl and Mrs, Ames was a bride. I wonder how Tom happened to know so much of her? 3 Tomorrow Helga Sorenson meets a lady of leisure—and a man of the same sort! And sees a kiss am) makes an engagement, EDWIN J, BROWN, 106 Columbian St. For over twenty years Seattle's Leading Dentiat knowing, and with no business back- | Read omy article in horrid thought from hex mind, for ,knew all that yous letter told me be hund—"pn We aight before 4 wrote ground, you'll find it hasd ta got i "eat Saturday's Star,