The Seattle Star Newspaper, August 16, 1921, Page 11

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ee eae Ee eg the Great G iD hots 4 TARZAN THE seretttt Conrrient ren, A From Yesterday) warriors and the people had ae 4 such an exhibition of as might have con gn even less superstitious wore tened people, and ot fy am had but lately petween the JadbenOtho ‘and the Dor-ulOtho of Ja difficult for them to} Betsy back to the latter, es in view of the unanswerable tn the hands of him whom | ee pad described as the Mossen- od. the warriors sprang for with alacrity and sur priests, and when they} ‘at the western wall of) ‘court they saw pouring great ffrce of warriors thing that startled and ap- ‘them was the fact that many qwere black and hairy Was ve Sed the eer head came the stranger he shiny weapon and on his ye wes Taden, the Hodon, and Omat, the black gund of Ee near the altar had: sel the J knife and cut | i ‘ponds and also those of Ja- } Clayton, and now the oe naged beside the altar qhe newcomers from the @xd of the temple court way toward them the woman went wide in amonishment, tneredulity, And the stranger, slinx © Meare & Oe cipal warrtore of Pal-ul-don gathered in the great throne room of the pal- ace at A-lur upon the lofty pyramid and placing the apex proclaimed him king. Upon one side of the old chieftain atood ‘Tarean of the Apes, worthy son of the mighty ape-man, And when the brief ceremony was over and the warriors with uprained clubs had aworn fealty to their new ruler, Jadon dispatched a trusted company to fetch O-loa and Panat- lee and the women of his own house hold from Ja-lur, And then the warriors discussed the future of Pabuldon and the question arose as to the administra. on of the temples and the fate of the prieeta, who practically without exception had been disloyal to the government of the king, seeking always only thelr own power and comfort and aggrandizement. And WILBUR, TAKE THAT PAIL AND START BAILING OUT THIS WATER | | then it was that Jadon turned to| Tarsan, “Let the Dorul-Otho trans mit to his people the wishes of his father,” he said. “Your problem ts a atmple one,” eg: Skew —- “it you but wish 0 do that which shall be pleasing in the eyes of God. Your priests, to increase thelr power, have taught you that Jad.ben Otho is a cruel god; that his eyes love to dwell upon blood | and upon suffering. But the falsity of their teachings has been demon- strated to you today tn the utter de feat of the priesthood, “Take then the temples from the men and give them instead to the women that they may be adminis tered in kindness and charity and love, Wash the blood from your eastern altar and drain forever the altars of your god. will bless them and the priestesses Jadden-Otho can distribute them ;jamong those who need them most.” 8 - H Ei fi the i ii 3 ; | b k f ie 8 ? 3 g tf fi f i i i i t i be i: of the old religious order without necessitating any change in the faith of the people they welcomed it. “And the priests," cried one, “We shall put them to death upon their own altars if it pleases the Dor-ul- te give the word.” HF if 5° ell iy dif i i 5 bi af i a8 i i i i E ge i sf if Fi : i i i i - $ | ® . | i $ E z z z E : i He i i Re F i 5 5 i ? Hi if i i i i ; ily | © ADVICS is: ec MS A Ve NY THING UNTIC MEMORIZED SPEECH Wer THE EATTL tA EG BECAUSE "THIS WATER DON’T BELONG TO * US AND We MusT PuT IT © pac Wu bran tae ITYEN BY Som BACK! MM-MeT SHOULD SAY="MWE BEST I EVER DRANK . WE'LL NEVER BE ABLE TO BEAT TELL ME, WHY DO You SELL YouRS FoR 3¢ A GLASS WHEN THE USUAL PRICE IS 5¢? q i f better, but-as fast as I, could I got thru with those chores and ‘was off thry the woods to my sup per party. “My mouth watered in antictpa- tion, for a shortcake made with the little wild strawberries which grew on the prairies was a rare BY BLOSSER WELL, You MUSTN'T TELL ANYBODY, BUT JUMBO FELL. IN MINE, AN’ T THOUGHT’ ie ath BY AHERN 3 ‘ | i i iE fi iy sTF2! of people accompanied them be- the limits of A-lur and after had bid them goodby and had invoked the blessings of upon them the three Europeans their simple, loyal friends pros trate in the dust behind them until the cavalcade had wound out of the city and disappeared among the trees of the nearby forest. They rested for a day among the Kor-ul-ja while Jane investigated the ancient caves of these strange pro- The WELL FROG {MEMBER the problem in the old Reso about the well - leaps it will take get out if he up four feet slips back two . and ahalf of ? Some /// folks are like the quite abit; rueacem tisky investment SECOND AND COLUMBIA Largest Bank in the State of Washington Established Thirty-one Years x@erT "ll TALK LIKE A. HUMAN BEING i$ “Did you catch old Whizzy Tornado?” they asked. After Nancy and Nick had taken, The monkey boys were found in the poor lizards back to their home |Cob Coon’s house in the trea, where by the barn door, they returned to|Whizzy had blown them. Cob Whispering Forest, where they met | couldn't imagine what or who they Mr..SprinkleBlow with his lasso|were and wouldn't go home, and iy it treat and J had all a normal boy’s Uking for good food. “I mat down to that table with a well-formed plan in my 10-year. old mind E f f i i g 4 ple and then they moved on, avoid ing the rugged shoulder of Pastar- ul-ved and winding down the oppo- site slope toward the great morass. They moved,in comfort and In safe- ty, surrounded by their escort of Ho-don and Waz-don. | §n the minds of many there was doubdtiess a question as to how the | three would cross the great morass, | but least of all wae Tarzan wor- | ried by the problem. In the course lof hig life he had been confronted | by many obstacles, only to learn that |he who will may always pass. In | his mind turked an easy solution of | the passage, but it was one which depended wholly upon chance. It was the morning of the last day that, as they were breaking camp to take up the march, a deep bellow thundered from a nearby \grove, The ape-man smiled. ‘The chance had come, Fittingly then uid the Dor-ul-Otho and his mate |and their son depart from unmapped | Pal-ul-don, | He still carried the spear that | Jane had made, which he had prized ‘40 highly because it was her handi- work that he had caused a search to be made for it thru the temple in A-lur after bis release, and it had been found and brought to him. He |had told her laughingly that it | should have the place of honor above their hearth as the ancient flintlock lof her Puritan grandsire had held ‘a similar place of honor above the fireplace of Professor Porter, her father. At the sound of the bellowing the Ho-don warriors, some of whom had accompanied ‘Tarzan from Ja-don's camp to Ja-lur, looked questioningly at the ape-man, while Om-at's Waz- don looked for trees, since the gryt was the one creature of Pal-ul-don which might not be safely encoun. tered even by a great multitude of warriors, Its tough, armored hide was impregnable to their knife thrusts, while their thrown clubs ratticd from it as futllely as if hurled at the rocky shoulder of Pas tar-ul-ved. “Wait,” anid the apeman, and with his spear in hand he advanced toward the «ryf, voicing the weird vry of the Torodon. The bellowing ceased and turned to low rumblings and presently the huge beast ap- peared. What followed was but a repetition of the ape-man’s previous experience with these huge and fo- rocious creatures. And so it was that Jane and Kor- ak and Tarzan rode thru the morass that hems Pal-ul-don, upon the back of a prehistoric triceratops, while the lesser reptiles of the swamp fled hissing in terror. Upon the oppo- site shore they turned and called back their farewells to Ta-den and Om-at and the brave warriors they had learned to admire and respect. And then Tarzan urged their titanic mount onward toward the north, abandoning him only when he was assured that the Waz-don and the Ho-don had had time to reach a point of comparative safety among the craggy ravines of the foothills, Turning the beast's head again toward Palul-don the three dis- mounted and a sharp blow upon the thick hide sent the creature lumber- ing majestically back in the direc: tion of its native haunts. For a time they stood looking back upon the land they had just quit—the land of Tor-o-don and gryf; of ja and Jato; of Wazdon and Hodon; a primitive land of terror and sudden death and peace and beauty; a land that they all had learned to love. And then they turned once more toward the north, and with light hearts and brave hearts took up their long journey toward the land that is best of all—-homa THE END waiting for them. “Did you catch Old Whizzy Tor nado?’ they asked, noticing how tired the Fairy Weatherman looked, Sprinkle-Blow shook his hend. “No,” he said, “the old fellow went too fast for me, My magic umbrella can only go & hupdred miles an hour, and he can go about two hundred. But he knew that I was after him, so he hurried across 40 states and a dozen rivers and two oceang and some mountains to his home in the Cave of the Winds at the End of the Earth, and slammed hig door. But I don't think he'll come out again for awhile, so the best thing we can do is to hunt up all these } lost creatures and take them home.” The three of them got busy. The poor Zoo animals wero scattered ail thru Whispering Forest, some of them with homes, but more with- out. slept two nights in the sugar-bush, Mr, and Mrs. Pelican landed on the edge of Ripple Creek, near the Wil- low-Tree Pool, and as Blackie Bass and his friends said afterwards, never had they seen such appetites. They vowed they'd never complain of Cob Coon and Marty Mink again. ‘The lion scared everybody to death |with his mighty roar, and when he) |wandered up and down the forest | paths, never was there such aj |scurrying. The tiger and the ele-| |phant, the lama and the moose, all were wandering ‘round with no place | to go. Whispering Forest had tarned ‘into a perfect jungle, (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1921, by Seattle Star) From 1886 to 1918 the annual pro- ductivity of one coal miner in Eng: land fell frem 312 to 226 tons, In an instant I had checked the impulse to speak to Mr. John Ames, and rushed out into the night. What right had I to sympathize with another woman's husband? My sleep that night was troubled by the sound of @ tired voice and the vision of a yellow-haired woman who once was there and then sud- donty vanished, leaving behind her a laugh which tinkled emptlly. I awakened almost before tt was light, with the sound of that tired voice in my ears. Just then I hated Lila Ames, She was doing just what I would have done to Tom, thought; only she was lovelier than I and had greater means at her dis- posal—so I supposed she was making a better job, of it than I could have. I wondered why the sound of that tired voice didn’t awaken her to ber own loss. Perhaps because her heart was not tuned to catch its tiredness —for it seems that unless we love them beyond expression the people with whom we live day in and day out are the ones we know the least bout. Their very nearness prevents (Copyright 1921 by Seattle Star) us from taking the trouble to know why they are getting prematurely gray, why they are losing their buoy- jancy and why their voice sounds tired. But of the two, Lila Ames was losing the most. Her husband was missing what she should have been jto him. But Lila was feeding upon an artificial diet and thus robbing herself of the ability to appreciate the genuine. I lagged about my dressing. At half past eight, just as IT was going out for breakfast, the tele- phone rang. “I didn’t want to get you from bed, but I'd like to see you for a minute to make some explanations and apologies." Philip Ames’ voice was serious, “I'm afraid I don't want to hear either explanations or apologies this morning,” I said. “You're not angry, are you?” with |eoncern, “I haven't any reason to be, have iI, Mr. Ames?” I said. { “You're not going to be nasty “I was hungry as a wolf, but I ate very little of the meat and gravy, mashed potatoes and fluffy ‘hot biscuits which were of- fered me, keeping my eyes and my mind firmly on the glory of the desert, “There it was, a double decker, with a rich brown crust of flaky pastry and little rivers of the ruby-colored juice running down Its sides. “Moreover, it was extremely large, big enough to look like plenty even to a hungry small mother, she said quietly, ‘Yea, I knew it would be like that I've eaten shortcake there. That ts why I didn’t want you to go, ““Go to bed, George, and re member that you were a guest in that house. Never mention that to anyone. If you can't say a nice thing about a neighbor or friend, say nothing.’ “And it is to point that advice of mother’s that I tell the story now for the first time, more than boy. “1 waited with what patience 50 years after it happened.” BERSED WHEN A WOMAN TELLS By RUTH AGNES ABELING CHAPTER X—PHILIP AMES MAKES AN APOLOGY about it, are you?” “Just what are you talking about?” I parried. “Well, if you don’t know, my dear,” all of his usual suavity had returned, “let me tell you about it— only I should have to see you to tell you; it would be so much more im- pressive, don’t you know.” “I don't want to be impressed this | morning!" My voice was ragged. It) broke as I tried to go on, so I re placed the receiver and.spent the next few minutes in jerky, nervous crying, As soon as the traces of my emo- tional spree had vanished, I hurried} out, fearing that if I stayed Philip | Ames might come. \ Promptly at 10 o'clock, and for the third time in as many days, I was standing at the door of the John Ames home, My trunks and trap- pings were to follow by truck. The maid who answered my ring told me to go right to Mrs, Ames’ rooms. I walked slowly thru the shadowy hall in which a few hours before 1 bad heard that haunting; | tired voice of John Amea At the head of the stairs in a lit: ue passageway, just before the turn toward the door of Mrs. Ames rooms, an arm caught my shoulders. “I'm so sorry; I was worried about you and have watched for you.” Philip Ames’ face was close te mine. His voice was so soft that if was @ caress. “Miss Sorensen!—I was waiting for your" Mrs. Ames had opened the door of her sitting room. Had she seen? Would she suspect more than she had seen? How much did she care for Philip Ames! (To Be Continued) Thoroughness Characterizes our methods in ‘ansaction, and our cw®- accorded every cour- tesy consistent with sound busi- ness judgment. 4% Pata on Savings Accounts Accounts Subject to Check Are Cordially Invited Peoples Savings Bank SECOND AVE. AND PIKE 5T.

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