The Seattle Star Newspaper, August 13, 1921, Page 11

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(antinacd From Yesterday) | lied the priest, “there are warriors | familiar with the;!n the corridor approaching this vega very chamber, and they come trom | the direction of the secret passage which leads hither from the city.” “It may be even as he sayz,” ex- poset eon “It was from that/ ahead of the| “rection that Tarzan-jadguru was hee anaiety © coming when I discovered and and tn trapped him, He was leading his| the enemy, he gave to0/ warriors to the very holy of holies.” to those who were to) Tudon ran quickly to the door bm Nor is this strang®/way and looked out into the corr: ge from childhood the apemanidor, At a glance he saw that the ‘Been accustomed to fight the! tears of the frightened priest were suis of life single-handed, so that! wer founded. A dosen warriors were habitual for him to de! moving along the corridor toward | geisly upon bis own CUDNINE/ him put they seemert confused and far from sure of themselves. The Digh priest quemed that deprived of the leadership of Tarmn they were little better than fost in the unknown mazes of the subterrancan Precincts of the temple. 4 hype arp bere Into the apartment ¢ before him—« war.| he se a Jeathern thong that de r torah half dragging the| ended from the ceiling. He pulled pele n. Instantly Tarzan| Upon It sharply and thr the tenr the gusxed and fettered| Ble boomed the deep tones of a gre whom he had thought safe fr Five times the clang of Ja-don at Jalur, ing notes rang thru the corridors, with the woman had/then he turned toward the two ‘at the same instant that| Priests. “Bring the woman and fol- ad discovered him, He|/ow me," he directed. ‘the low, beastlike grow! that me fron the ape-man's lips as he forward to wrest his mate captor and wreak upon him that was in the Tar Se and having the advantage of # corridor from which open. of Lu-don and the priests far in advance of his . ‘and as he turned into this with its dim cressets Micker- wemeriy, he saw another enter lifting Jane Clayton from the floor and following him. Thru a narrow corridor and up a Might of steps they went, turning to right and left and doubling back thru a maze of winding passageways which ter. minated in a spiral staircase that gave forth at the surface of the Pehind came Tarzan of the] ground ‘within the largest of the | He had cast aside his torch] inner altar courts close beside the é the long knife that had/ eastern altar, father’s, With the impetu- a. charging bull, he rushed . in pursuit of Pan- pans to a smaller chamber. ‘he leaped, carrying the woman a could attack them at a time. But “their plane were frantrated and | possibly also thelr entire cause lost, so heavily. had Jadon banked upon HLELREUEE z g 28 z agi pe ? ft | it fy i £2 Ts 3 47 f | é i | f i A at 3 i fel j : ag e i i F i | li it > i ! | : H i j i te ‘| i #3 F 2B ‘ f tt HG i 3E HE ‘You P ays armed with weapons that require Fe-| great physical effort in thelr une, their foreheads against the floor, “Come,” cried Obergatz, planting a victous kick in the side of the slave girl. “Come! Would you wait here all day while the forces of darkness overwhelm the City of Light?” Thoroly frightened, as were afl those who were forced to serve the Great God, the two arose and fol- lowed Obergatz toward the palace. Above the shouting of the warriors rose constantly the cries of the tem- ple priests: “Jad-benOtho ia here and the false Dur-vl-Otho is a pris- oner in the temple.” The persistent cries reached even to the ears of the enemy, as it was intended that they should. ‘The sun rose to sec the forces of Jadon still held at the palace gate. lhe old warrior had seized the tall structure that stood just beyond the palace and at the summit of this he kept a warrior stationed to look to- ward the northern wall of the palace |where Taden was to make his at- \tack; but as the minutes wore into \hours no sign of the other force ap- and now in the full light of the new sun upon the roof of one of the palace buildings appeared Lu- don, the high priest, Mo-sar, the pre- tender, and the strange, naked fig- lure of a man, into whose long hair |and beard were woven fresh ferns and flowers, Behind them were i banked a score of lesser priests who }echanted in unison: “This is Jad- ‘ben-Otho. Lay down your arms and surrende This they repeated again and again, alternating it with the ery: “The false Dor-ulOtho is a | prisoner.” | In one of those lulls which are cofffmon in battles between forces nan u AP CIMAL \Le r (uticura Toilet Trio every want of the Tet Critical in cleansing, and beautifying n sweeter or for every-day voice suddenly arose from am the followers of Jadon; “Show us the DorailOtho. We do not believe your” “Walt,” cried Ludion. “If I do not produce him before the sun has moved his own width, the gates of the palace shall be opened to you and my warriors will lay down their arms.” He turned to one of his priests and issued brief instructions, ee ‘The ape-man paced the confines of his narrow cell. Bitterly he re- proached himself for the stupidity which had led him into this trap, and yet was it stupidity? What else might he have done other than rush to the succor of bia mate? He won dered how they had stolen her from Jatur, and then suddenly there flashed to his mind the features of the warrior whom he had just seen with her. He racked hia brain to re- call where he had seen the man be- fore, and then it came to him. He was the strange warrior that had joined Jadon's forces outside of Ja- lur the day that Tarzan had ridden upon the great gryf from the unin habited gorge next to the Kor-ul-ja down to the capital city of the chieftain of the north. But who could the man be? Tarzan knew that never before that Other day had he seen him. Presently he heard the clanging of a gong from the corridor without and very faintly the rush of feet, and shouts. He guessed that his warriors had been discovered and a fight was in progress. He fretted and chafed at the chance that had denied him participation in it. Again and again he tried the doors of his prison and the trap in the cen- ter of the floor, but none would give to his utmog endeavors. He strained DOINGS OF THE DUFFS MY, | WISH | COULD SWIM LIKE YOU CAN MRS, DUFF! DID YOUR HUSBAND TEACH! YES, AND HE'D BE GLAD To TEACH YOU MRS Grey! OH,1 DIDN?T, On, Tom! || SAY THAT! COME HERE 1, PLEASE! TOM, MEET MRS.GREY! SHE WouLD LIKE TO HAVE YoU TEACH HER HOW To swim! Now THERE'S No USE WN To DRY ONE LEARY | CRYING ‘TAG, PEMEMBER. Tom Has a Job Wished on Him OH, | HEARD You WERE A WONDERFUL SWIMMER! YouR WIFE TOLD ME! [ | OH, SHE WAS, KIDDING You" “We'll take you home,” said Nancy to the pollies “Yea,” nodded one of the green Birds. “That’s what they call us. Pofl-parrota. But where are all the rest of them?” “The rest of who? asked Nancy curiously. She hadn't got far enough tn achool to know that she should have sald “whom.” “Oh, the cockatoos and hornbills, and bitterns and the other birda. We're out of the Zoo, you know. Ol4 Whizzy Tornado blew down the bars and carried us all away. Greenie and I landed in the bushes; nd seeing this hole, crawled very dark, and bun- ery and we'd like to go home. Ren Bunny mopped his brow again VES] with his tittle red hanky. “You don't his eyes toward the aperture above, but he could see nothing, and then he continued his futile pacing to and fro like a caged lion behind its bars. The minutes dragged slowly into hours. Finally sounds came to him as of shouting men at @ great dis tance. The battle was in progress. He wondered if Ja-don would be vic- torlous and should he be, would his hidden chamber in the bowels of the | hill? He doubted it, And now ag he looked again to- thru its center. He came closer and strained his eyes to see. Yes, there be a rope. Tarzan wondered if it had been there all the time. It must have, he reasoned, since he had heard no sound from above and it was so dark within the chamber that he might easily have over. looked it. He raised his hand toward it. The ond of it was just within his reach. He bore his weight upon it to see if it would hold him. Then he released it and backed away, still watching it, as you have seen an animal do after investigating some unfamiliar object, one of the little traits that differentiated Tarzan from other men, accentuating his similarity to the savage beasts of his native jungle. Again and again he touched and tested the braided leather rope, and always he listened for any warning sound from above. He was very careful not to step upon the trap at any time and when finally he bore all hig weight upon the rope and took his feet from the floor he spread them wide apart so that if he fell he would fall astride the trap. The rope held him. There was no sound from above, nor any from the trap below, (Continued Monday) . |friends ever discover him in this) ward the aperture in the roof there) appeared to be something depending | was something there. It appeared to) wish it as much as I do,” he cried fervently. “I can't find you another sunflower seed! Do you happen to kow if any of my family found its way to the Zoo?” “Oh, nof answered the parrot haughtily. “There's nothing #0 com- mon as rab—, No, we're sure that your family isn’t there.” Ben looked relieved. “Then I'll have to start out in the world to bunt them,” he sald, “and I'm afraid that you'll have to hustle for your own sunflower seeds Good-bye, everybody, I'm off.” And away hopped Ben without once looking behind him. s “We'll take you home,” said Nancy to the poliies, and taking a bird apiece, the twins wished them- selves at the Zoo. In a few minutes they were there, but what a sight met their eyes! Doors were down, | bars were broken, roofs were torn jotf and destruction was everywhere. Not an animal or a bird was to be seen. Old Whizzy Tornado had done just what Sprinkle-Blow said he would do, “made two years’ work for some- “Where do you suppose everybody has gone?’ wondered Nick. “Dear knows!" sighed Naney. “We'll have to help Mr, Sprinkle- Blow to find them.” (To Be Continued) WHY ONLY LAST NIGHT You SAID 1 SHALL BE VERY GRATEFUL To You MR. DUFF! face. So when he stooped down to measure her foot, she jerked it away, and cried, ‘No, sir! you i . letymy foot alone,’ and, sick with shame because she thought he was just making fun of her, she ran half crying down the trail. “The bachelor scratched his head and thought, ‘Now that’s too bad, too bad! I've made her mad and I only wanted to help her. Well, I'll kill @ deer and tan the hide nice and soft and bide my time; maybe I'll get @ chance at her yet. to make shoes; sooner or later Tm going to make them for her.’ “Bo he killed a deer and got the akin all ready and waited. “It was early in October when the bachelor first saw thé bare footed girl and the’ weather was mild. But as November came in the rains were cold and the set- ters im thelr scanty clothes shiv ered with the cold. “And when the girl walked on the rough trails her barefeet were blue and she ‘mere than ever not having shoes to wear. “But it was not until one rainy day in early December that the kind bachelor got chanca, “At last he ‘There tn @ spot of sticky mud was a clear imprint of the girl's foot. “So he got his measure and hurried back. And the night be fore Christmas he stole softly to the door and asked for the girl's mother and gave her the shoes to present to her daughter on Christ mas morning. e “And then the girl was very erateful and happy.” SRNSD WHEN A WOMAN TELLS By RUTH AGNES ABELING (Copyright 1921 by Seattle Star) CHAPTER VIIi—I TASTE APPLES OF SODOM “Ah—Phil, you again, I see!” A tall, well-built, blond man of about 35 laid his hand on my com- panion’s shoulder and turned a broad smile on me. “Lucky cuss,” he continued; “you always have that triumvirate com- bination which ends with a beauti- ful girl.” “Oh, hello, Carrol.” Philip Ames was offering his hand to the man. “You've given the bunch the slip then this noon—well,” suggestively, “I might do the same thing under certain circumstances.” The intimacy ana suggestion of his eyes as he looked at me and talked to Ames troubled me. I felt as if I had been cataloged and placarded —and not in an altogether compli- mentary way, I felt soiled, for the eyes of this strange man were tell- ing me that he accepted me as one of the many girls with whom some married men lunch, chat and amuse themselves. I flushed under a scorching self- contempt and felt that I had not even the right to resent the knowing: ness of his eyes—for fault. In being seen with a man who was all too apparently a rounder, I vol- untarily put myself in.an awkward position and deprived myself of the right to rebel at being accepted at face value, It isn't that a girl actually ts doing wrong so much as it is that she is cheapening herself. Perhaps if I bad thought of it in just that way, the eyes of my landlady peering from behind the lace curtains would have drawn me back, T was eager to be thru the meal and glad when, finally, Philip's road- ster was moving toward my home again. I wanted to be alone and take myself into account, freshen up |mentally, as it were, before going into jthe bewildering presence of Lila Ames. Mrs. Ames confused and fascin- ated me, She put so much romance into kissing her brotherin-law and yet did it so naturally—for after all that is most of the time an ordinary, thrill-less thing, She strikes me as it was my a series of contradictions. Her lit- Ue thistledown voice, her endless store of lightsome chatter would per- suade one that she never had a more serious thought than the selection of |the right color to wear to the next | party. But her eyes, half closed, as she rests among her cushions, the com- suggest something sphinx-like and unfathomable. It was an hour full of doubt and jeven fear that I had alone after my luncheon, The thought of Mrs. Ames disturbed me. I wondered if after all I couldn't have been a stronger, better woman and a hap |pler woman if I had married ‘Tom | Bradford and had his help in solving the problem of my life. I was lonely-—desperately lonely. For we are never so lonely as just after something which we thought | would be pleasurable has, like the apples of Sodom, turned to ashes in our hands—and so my morning. I wondered, as I thought of Tom, just how manv homes are built on posed movements of her lovely body, | loneliness.. Perhaps more are built on loneliness than on love—and too late people find that it is better to be lonely alone than to live in the intimate loneliness of a loveless mar. riage. In justice to Tom, could I give him what is left after courage has failed? And I wonder if we could be happy —or would he feel a something miss- ing? (To Be Continued) RESINOL SOAP fe ideal fer the shie and heir, Ask pour dragpist fer thape predects.