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ii + F ERE sel e i SUCRE ESEUTPEVUECEAI] ESET 55 presi ey g% the moonlight (watehed unseen by hed by @ lion, Nu burls his E CHAPTER V. (Continued. ) The Zebra-Killer. E dead body of a huge lion lay ecarce twenty feet from Victoria Custer, but a bur- ried examination of the girl brought unutterable relief to them all, for she was uninjured. Barney lifted her in his arms and carried her to her room, while the others examined the dead beast. From the centre of the breast a wooden shaft protruded, and when they had drawn this out—and it re- quired the united efforts of four strong men to do it—they found that @ stone-tipped spear had passed straight through the savage brute's heart, ‘The zebra-killer,’ Greystoke. said Brown to The latter nodded his head, “We must find him,” he sald, “He has rendered us a great service, But for him Miss Custer would not be alive now.” But though twenty men scoured the grounds and the plain beyond for eeveral hours, no trace of the killer ef Old Raffles could be found, and the reason that they did not find him abroad was because he lay directly beneath their noses in a little clump of low, flowering shrubs, with a bul- Jet wound in his head, CHAPTER VI. The Ancient Trail. HE next morning the men were examining the stone- headed spear upon the ve- randa just outside the breakfast rcom. “It'a the oddest thing of its kind I ever saw,” said Greystoke. “I can al- most swear that It was never made by any of the tribesmen of present day Africa. IT once saw similar heads, though, in the British Museum, They had been taken from the debris of a prehistoric cave dwelling.” From the window of the breakfast room just behind them a wide-eyed girl was staring in breathless won- derment at the! ude weapon, which to her present#§” concrete evidence of the reality of the thing she had thought but another hallucination— the leaping figure of the naked man that had sprung past her into the face of the charging lion an instant before she had swooned. One of the men turned and saw her standing there. “Ab, Miss Custer!" he exclaimed; “no worse this morning, I see, for your little adventure of last night. Here's a memento that your rescuer left behind him in the heart of Old Raffles, Would you like it?” ‘The girl stepped forward, hiding her true emotions behind the mask of a gay smile, Sho took the spear of Nu, the son of Nu, in her hands, and her heart leaped in half savage pride us she felt the weight of the great missile, “What a man he must be who wields such a mighty weapon!” she exclaimed, Burney Custer was watching his sister closely, for with the discovery of the spear in the lion's body had come the sudden recollection of Vic- toria’s description of her dream-man: ‘He carries a great spear, stone- tipped. 1 should know it the moment that I saw it.” The young man stepped to his sister's side, putting an arm about her shoulders, She looked up into his face, and then In a low voice that was not audible to the othera she whispered: “It is his, Barney, 1 knew that I should know it.” For some time the young man had been harassed by fears as to his sis- ter’s sanity, Now he was forced to entertain fears of an even more sinister nature, or else admit that he, too, had gone mad, If he were sane, then it was the truth that somewhere in this savage land a savage white man roamed in search of Victoria, Now that he had found her, would he not claim per? * Barney Custer shuddered at the thought. He must do something to avert a tragedy, and he must act at once. He drew Tarzan to one sid “Victoria and I must leave at once,’ he said, “The nervous strain of the arthquake and this last adventure have told upon her to such an extent that I fear we may have a very sick girl upon our hands, if I do not get her back to civilization and home as quickly as possible.” Tarzan did not attempt to offer ony remonatrance. He, too, felt that it would be best for Miss Custer to go home. He had noted her growing nervousness with Increasing appre- hension. It wae decided that they should leave on the morrow. fifty black carriers anxious to return to the coast, and Butzow and Curtiss readily signified their willingness to accompany the Nebraskan and his sinter, As ho was explaining his decision to Victoria a black servant came excitedly to Lord Greystoke. He wid of the finding of a dead ewe in the impound, The animal's neck had been broken, the man said, and several strips of meat cut from its haunches with a knife, Hestde it in the soft mud of the inclosure the prints of an unshod human foot were plainly in evidence. Tarzan smiled. “The sgebra-kilier avain!” he sald, “Well, he is welcome to all he can eat.” Before he had finished speaking, Brown, who had been nosing round in the garden, called to him from a little clump of bushes beside the spot where the lion’a body had lain. “Look here, Clayton,” he called— “here's something we overlooked in the darkness last night.” ‘The men upon the veranda followed Greystoke to the garden. Behind them came Victoria Custer, drawn as though by a magnet to the spot where they had gathered. In the bushes was a little pool of dried blood, and where the earth near the roots was free from sod there Were several impressions of a bare foot. “He must have been wounded," ex- plained Brown, “by Curtiss's shot. [ doubt if the lion touched him. The beast must have died instantly the Spear entered his heart. But where can he have disappeared to?" Victoria Custer was examining the Everyday Perplexities A Simple Manual of Etiquette Geen Fork ire, Publlehing Oo, fo ) No. 2—“What Shall I Wear: HEN @ woman ts invited W question she asks of herself is, “What shall I wear?" seems, Even if the wardrobe contains several pretty frocks their possessor would be the most suitable for the occasion. Many people do not realize clothes as there is of manners, They know of course that a wrapper or the dollar or @ little more is intended only for morning and that a regulation the evening, But any other costume, as soon as it ceases to be a “best where, I have even seen women wear elaborate finery to market in the other day I met a woman I know at the butcher's ordering chops for velvet frock and a very dressy hat. ‘Are you going to @ morning What made you think so?” she said. And when I smilingly point- I had it for best last winter, And this year I 1 was strongly tempted to ash her if her husband wore his dress sult to freshness, The etiquette of clothes would have been the same, stands the art of dress wears com- paratively simple clothes in the tail-red suit of cloth or a cloth coat over a simple frock, Reserve your hats for the afternoon, and never wear much jewelry in the morning. or at least with a handsome after- noon frock. silk suit and your very best hat. For an afternoon tea the costume should gloves when making a formal call or attending an afternoon reception, in full evening costume if she is to sit in a box or in the orchestra; but dresses are usually worn, At dinner parties the proper dress of an affair itis to be. At large and formal dinner evening dreas for wo- small dinner among people of moder- ate means, afternoon reception gowns gown of cloth or silk, such as would wear to an afternoon bridge. small, where women are present, the costume of the men should be the dress suit, by she P York brening Wo anywhere, the very first The answer is not as easy as it does not always know just which one that there is as strict an etiquette of kind of house gown one can buy for a evening dress must be worn only in dress,” they will wear almost any- the morning. Soon after breakfast luncheon, She had on an elaborate bridge?” I asked. ed to her frock, she explained. am trying to get it worn out.” business when it had lost its first Now, a woman who really under- morning; for the street a well cut elaborate gowns and richly trimmed Jewels are meant for evening wear For calling wear your new cloth or be the same, Always wear white At the opera, a woman should dress in the other parts of the house, high depends very much on just what sort men is the proper thing, but at a are often worn, That is a pretty But at any dinner, no matter how eame—the There were begg CV's E0DGAR RICE BURROUGHS ‘me Yo grass a little distance beyond the bushes: She saw what the others falled to see—a drop of blood now and then leading away in the direction of the mountains to the south. At the sight of It a great compas- sion welled in her heart for the lone- ly, wounded man who had saved her life, and then staggered, bleeding, toward the savage wilderness from which he had come. It seemed to her that somewhere out there ho was calling to her now, and that she must go. She did not call the attention of the others to her discovery, and presently they all returned to the veranda, where Barney again took up the discussion of their plans for the morrow's departure. The girl interposed no objections. Barney was delighted to seo that she was apparently as anxious to return home as he was to have her; he had feared a flat refusal. Barney had wanted to get a buffalo bull before he left, and when one of the Waziri warriors brought word that morning that there was a splen- did herd a few miles north of the ranch Victoria urged him to accom- pany the other men upon the hunt. “I'll attend to the balance of the packing,” she safd. “There's not the slightest reason in the world why you shouldn't go.” And so he went, and Victoria busied herself in the gathering together of the odds and ends of their personal belongings. All morning the household was alive with its numerous duties; but after luncheon, while the heat of the day wan greatest, the bungalow might A COMPLETE NOVEL EACH WEEK IN THE EV The Eternal Lover # ANOTHER TARZAN STORY havé been entirely deserted for any sign of life that there was about it. Lady Greystoke was taking her siesta wore practically all of the servants, Victoria Custer had paused in her work to gaze out of her window to- ward the distant hills far the south. At her side, nosing his into her palm, stood one of 1 Lord Greystoke's great wolf-hounds, ‘Terkoz. He had taken a great fancy to Vie~ torla Custer from the first, and when- ever permitted ta do so remained close beside her. ‘The girl's heart filled with a grav longing as she looked wiatfully out toward the hills that she had «# feared before. She feared them still, yet something called to her, She tried to Aight againat the mad desire with every ounce of her rea- won, but #he was fighting against an unreasoning instinct that was far stronger than any argument she could bring to bear against it. Presently the hound's cold muzzle brought forth an idea in her mind, and with it she cast aside the last semblance of attempted restraint upon her mad desire, Seizing her ri and munit belt, ahe moved noiselessly into the veranda, ‘There she found a number of leashes: hanging from a peg. One of these she snapped to the hound's collar, Unseen, she crossed the garden to the little patch of bushes where the dried blood was. Here she gathered up some of the brown-stained earth and held it close to Terkoz's nose. Then she put her finger to the ground where the trail of blood led toward the south, “Hore, Terkoz!" she whisper The beast gave a low growl as the scent of the new blood filled his nos- trils, and, with nose to the ground, started off, tugging upon the leash, in the direction of the moun- tains upon the opposite side of the plain, Beside him walked the girl; across ber shoulder was slung a modern, big gume rifle, and in her left hand swung tho stone-tipped spear of the savage mate she sought. What motive prompted her act she did not even pause to consider. The results she gave not the slightest thought. It asemed the most natural thing in the world that she should be seeking this lonely, wounded man. Her place was at his side, He need- ed her know. She was no longer the pampered, petted child of an effete civilization. ‘That any metamorphosis had taken place within her she did not dream, nor fs it certain that any change had occurred, for who may say that It ts such a far step from one incarnation to another, however many countless years of man-measured time may have intervened? Darkness had fallen upon the plain and the jungle and the mountain, and still Terkoz forged ahead, nose to the «round, and beside him moved the slender Mure of the graceful girl. Now the roar of a distant lon came faintly to her ears, answered, quite close, by the moaning of an- other—a sound that in infinitely more weird and terrifying than the deeper- throated challenge, The cough of the leopard and the uncanny laughter of hyenas added their evidence that the night-prowling — carnivora were abroad, The hater along the wolf-hound's spine stiffened in a iittle ridge of bristling rage, The girl unslung her rifle, shifting the leash to the hand that carried the heavy spear of the troglodyte; but she was unafratd, enly, just before her, a little band of antelope sprung from the krass in startled terror, there was a hideous roar, and a great body bur- tled through the air to alight upon the rump of the hindmost of the herd. A single scream of pain and terror from the stricken animal, a succession of low growls, and the sound of huge jaws crunching through flesh and bone, and then silen The girl made a« slight detour to avold the beast and its kill, passing a few yards above {hem, In the moon- light the lon saw her and the hound, Standing across his fallen prey, his flaming eyes glaring at the intruders, ho rumbled his deep warning to them; but Victoria, dragging the growling ‘Terkoz after her, passed on, and the king of beasts turned to his feast, It was fifteen minutes before Terkoz could relocate the trail, and then the two took up thelr lonely way once more. Into the foot-hills past the tortured strata of an ancient age it wound, At sight of the naked rock the girl shud- dered; yet on and up she went until ‘Terkoz halted, bristling and growling, before the Inky entrance to a gloomy eave, at was enough for her to ENIN Holding the beast back, Victoria peered within. Her eyes could not penetrate the darkness. Hore evidently the trall ended, but of a sudden it occurred to her that she had only surmised that the bloody Spoor they had been following was that of the man she sought, It was almont equally as probable that Curtiss's shot had atruck Taft mate, and that, after all, she had followed the blood of a wounded lioness to the creature's rocky lair. Bending low, she listened, and at last there came to her ears a sound An of a body moving, and then heavy breathing and a sigh “Nut” she whispered. “In it you? T have me! Nor did it seem strange to her that she apoke in « strange tongue, no word of which site had ever heard in all her life before. For © moment there was ailence, and then, weakly, from the depths of the cave a volce replied: Nat-ul Quickly the girl groped her way into the cavern, feeling befors her with her hands until ahe came to the prostrate form of a man lying upon the cold, hard rock. With difficulty she kept the growling wolf-hound from bis throat, Terkox had found the prey that he had tracked, and he could not under- a#tand why he should not now be al- lowed to make the kill; but he w. a& well trained beast, and at the girl's command he took position at the cave's mouth on guari Victoria kneeled beside the pron- trate form of Nu, the son of Nu; but she was no longer Victoria Custe It was Nat-ul, the daughter of Th who kneeled there beside the man she toved, Gently she passed her stim fingers across his forehead; it was burning with a raging fever. She felt the wound aloag the side of the head and shuddere Then she raised him in her arms so that his head was pil- Jowed in her lap, and kissed his cheek, Half way down the mountain side, ahe recalled, there wan a little spring of fresh, cold water, Removing her hunting jacket, she rolled it into a pillow for the unconscious man; and then, with Terkon at her side, clam- bered down the rocky way. Filling ber hat with water, she re- turned to the cave. All night she bathed the fevered Comriaht, 1914, by ‘The Brew Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World) 7 PART 1. 8. WOODBY ITT (going to the polls on election morn- ing)—My, what an awful crowd of people! Who would have thought that anything but Barnum & Bailey's could have brought everybody out like this! I just know that half of them don't begin to realize what Woman's Eman- cipation means, after centuries of slavery under tne tyrannical rule of man! (To man beside near her who drops sneering remark at this.) Sir! No gentleman would address a lady tn that manner! You men seem to havo lost all your old chivalry toward) woman; you can’t even speak cour- teously nowadays! Woman discarded courtesy from man when she called for the ballot, did she? Well, indeed not! Woman commands more respect than ever, now that she has obtained her rights. I hope the polls are, situated in the public square in plain view of every one, but I don't suppose they are if Meda Sprague had anything to do with it. For she's so afraid she will get out in the limelight a little! She's an awfully shallow woman, if she is my friend. Now, I'm going to try to get ‘round this fat man and beat him to the registration room, but he wabbles so 1 can't pass him. I believe he knows I'm trying to! There! Now, I-—well, what do you think of that? He's actually stopping to chat with old man ‘Tolbert and keeping me back with this plebelan crowd! Well, thank goodness, he's moving on now! (To young man at door of regis- tration room): I want one of your best registers, please—one in dull id if you have one; the most select women have them now to match thelr gowns, You don't know what I mean? Why, isn't this the place where we are supposed to get our registers? I was told it is, ‘You don’t give us anything, we merely write our names? Well, of all things!" Why don't you revive a custom Eve had and be done with it? Why, people have been writing their names down tbat way in hotels for years. I won't do it, that's all! What difference can it possibly make to you whether my name is Mary Belle or Josephine? Ob, weil, if you You may not be able to read it, but I simply won't take off my gloves to write it--it took the nurse and matd, too, to pull them on| without tearing! ‘What is this for (ag she is handed a long slip of paper)? And it ts whit too, Looks as though you could have . them in colors, I wanted a dark green one with gold borders—green and gold go so well together this year. You think when the ballots are filled out they'll be green enough? Oh, do you? Well, there's one thing certain. Women won't vote uny more ignorantly than some of these poor, illiterate clerks around here, But it really never pays to quarrel with one's inferiors, Have you seen anything of Meda Sprague to-day? She has on a pink gown with black coat and hat. She's a perfect fright in pink, Such few people can wear it successfully, I think. Now, of cours if she were fair like me— You haven't seen her? Surely you just don't remember. Between you and me, she hasn't a very striking figure. Well, if she does come in, you tell her I been looking for her every- where, and that 1 want her to hunt me up right away. But, walt. be we'll miss ¢ this crowd. You just tell her I bor- rowed her point lace mother-in-law gave her Christmas. T knew she wouldn't care, and it wan in her top bureau drawer. You be sure and tell her, though, for she may miss it and blame it on one of the servants. You don’t deliver messages for any one? Well, I do think it's a mighty Unaccommodating set of politicians that refuses to do a little thing like that for ladies after they leave their collar her | hon to vote nd children and come out here Ladies are extinct now—they are all just women! Well, of all the im- pudence! Young man, | hope you'll see the day w if that im je right in the mid- dle of a sent He's talking now to those uppish Gates girls—1 won- der what they're laughing at? I don't} seo a thing amusing. * * * I seo a crowd gathe lclerk hasn't 1 ne Ov |Court House, Reckon lll just go jover and see If there's anything hap-| pening, 1 don't want to miss any- thing, I'll sit down on one of those benches there in the yard and see if; IT can seo Meda anywhere. When do I'll certainly give her a plece o my mind for not telephoning me what time she would start. Heully, I like Meda less every time I'm with her. I don't see what Paul Sprague ever saw in her, i I never would go out with her if she didn't run after me so. to be polite, Anyhow, t 1d to show her [ could ress for election day as well as sh Three weeks ago she took particular pains to let me know she was going told me to make mo feel bad, after} Vd told her that I promised Billy ( this year I'd wear my old last year's black silk! But [ showed her a trick worth two of hers, for I took a little out of Billy's pockets every night un- til I had enough to get mo this new satin. They always did say I should have been 4 financler! It certainly was mean of her to leave me to find the polls all alone! The Story of the Biggest Bells. 66] 1G BEN,” England's most fa- mous bell, {4 fifty-four years old, In 1858 the world-famous bell, which peals out the hours in the tower of the Westminster Houses of Parllament, was turned out of the mold, “Big Ben" was named after Sir Benjamin Hall, Commissioner of Works, who was a man of enormous stature, ‘The great sounding instru- ment as formally christened Stephen,” but from the first it was popularly called “Big Ben.” ‘The bell was designed by E, B. Denison, who Jater became Lord Grimthorpe, ‘The first attempt to mold the bell was a failure, and it was broken up and the same material, twenty parts cop. per and seven tin, was used in the second casting at Whitechapel. “Big Ben” weighs thirteen and a half tons, is nineteen feet and six inches in diameter and feet and ten in height clapper weigh inch 60 ly tones, previ and dirge-1i accident, Neither England nor America pos- sesses bells which can approach in size the famous old bells of Ru and China. The “Great Paul" bel hung in St. Paul London, in 18! weighed seventeen and a half tons. Other famous Kngtish bells inciude the "Great Peter,” at York Minster, ten tons; “Great Tom," at Oxford, hung in 1680, seven and a half tons, and the “Old Lincoln,” dating from 1610, which weighs about four and a balf tons. ‘h nds. “Big Ben fter he was hung place, but bis sly somewhat mournful , Were improved by the cracked shor in “st! ‘orth America's greatest bell is the jros Bourdon,” ‘otra Dame Cit. thedral, which weighs ‘This bell was hung in in one of the twin towers of the These towers are the dan est Chul t 18 cathedral. high and top the American holding 15,000 peo) Anoth American bell was that wh it was fractured, hung tn Mall of New York. Lt welghe jtons, and its peals could at t heard thirteen miles up the rive Perhaps the best loved bell in the j World is the Liberty Bell of Philade phia, This bell was ordered ff Englan. the Pennsylvania Asw bly in 1751, and reached Philadelph the following year, but cracked when first rung. ‘The bell w “two Ingenious work of jdelphia, Stow and Pass. ‘Their first attempt was not an entire su but in 1763 the bell was rais place in the tower, and was found to he entirely satisfactory ax to ton though some Philadelphians ob Tho raising of the to its ¢ |was m emo) ks 1 by nquet Jengaged in the work, which “Two pecks of potatoes, forty-four pounds of beef, four gammons, mus- tard, pepper, sult, butter, a cheese, 300 limes, three gallons rum of John Jones, thirty-six loaves of bread of ye Baker, and a barrel of beer Anthony Morris.” ‘The largest bell over made was in Moscow, Russia, in | was 220 tons. It was too heavy to be used 48 a bell, no a hole was made in it to serve as a door and the in- terior was used as a chapel. ne kn a Jall this mass—and me in this nar-| to have a new gown for to-day—Just) row dresx—— What a badly mannered | has | thinning around knew 1 int nobody 1 wearing I belleve she ! id here now it. There's |but the pe ‘know i well-fit doormat! 1 don jean be so preciate pretty ° soul fee x i ere’s Meda now! I know her by No, It isn't, olther--haw Ita only Mra, Stuckey's is wo dark, [ couldn't any one ot to ap. hey make My goodness, I wish she would come on! - wan to vote before any of the common herd gets here. | One thing sure: when I do see her I'll show her that I'm not the kind that toadies to anybody! Who was Meda, anyway, I'd like to know! Her grandmother before her did all her Betty Vincent's Advice to Lovers | ‘Does He Love Her?” I { may a@ girl know If a young man loves her? 1 believe it is a sufe general rule that if hi cares in the right way he will aoon- er or later ask her to become his wife. Real love for a woman means the desire to make of her a companion for life. oh own work and raised eleven children besides! If that wouldn't be called a ok in anybody's family tree I'd like | to know what would! | My, what ar y ‘should think t people to vote in te place from the people who really are some- body! If horse should run away in woman that wa most into ¢! w v No In her clothes! nah is right clean: had such a long spell of diphtheria that | winter I was in St. Louis, a del gate to the Woman Voter's Leacue, Milly said Hannah watted on her Iike she was her own, and wouldn't leave her until she got out of danger. She ne Up ale | t ad woman | flees downtow! ns she might have ! Pushed m seems to think the world and all of Doris Mae now, but of course I don't ! encourage do with # by to have anything to ple ike that. I know Billy paid her for her trouble, anyway. thing sho said something to me just now about Baby, but t didn't pay any | attention to the old thing—one hag to | he so careful in a public place like | this! Phew! I'm glad to see the crowd here a little! It's the first thing I've been glad about since T came Good gracious! My feet ache so 1 can hardly stand it, but Meda Sprague is the Jast person tn the rl it It'd do her to was with me! when I umps. And when I insisted upon the clerk giving me threes she laughed A said Ble knew | wore at least fives! She's ao common, L don't see how her hus- band stands her Of course, [ do ar fives and sometimes fives and a | half, but 1 always wear two sizes} smaller whenever I go out | Wait a minute! I do belleve—yea, | the! do now, arm in arm with! that woman everybody's talk. ing ; if do say it be in my ec pan woman, | course, she may be a nice woman, I don't know, but they do say that she | and the new minister have up an aw ful cae! Sho Koes with him every | day, they say, to visit the sluma and to take things to the aick! Umph! | Whenever sick people you never saw | keep you from a big reception like | the Bradley-Peyton's last week 1/ think you've got an interesting casa! (To Be Continued.) jhim any ;a A young man may be shy, he may be poor, he may have relatives de- pendent upon him, For one or more of these reasons he may put off hia proposa) to the girl to whom bis heart Is secretly given. But he will hot procrastinate indefinitely—if he really cares. And only when a girl ived « definite avowal of his emotion may sho be confident of it. “N. Z." writes: “I am in love with a young man, although | have never spoken to him, Another young man has paid me attention for nearly a year, and wants to marry me. Please advise me what to di Don't marry one man, loving an- other. But 1 doubt if it is possible really to love @ man to whom you have never spoki writes: “A young man made an engagement with me, but did not keep it, and instead | saw him going out with two boy friends, I waited three days for him to apol- ow, logize and then L osent him a letter breaking off our friendship, Was | right In refusing to be friends with longer I think so, after such a plece of rudeness, “M “writes: “Lam in love with young man whom Tf left: several months ago in treland He told me he cared for tye and we wette fre. quently, but he has never proposed to me Do you think he really Joves me gh for me to depend on him?" at you cannot know until he asks you to be his wife. WILL BEGIN IN G WORLD By Edgar Rice Burrow, hs Author of TARZAN OF THE FULL OF THE MOON By Caroline Lockhart NE X T= I, i was T bead and washed the tgly times squeesing a few drops between the Bot lips. At last the restless tossing of the wounded man ceased, and the saw that he bad fallen into a naturel” sleep, and that the fever had abated. When the first rays of the rising sun relieved the gloom within the cavern, Terkoz, rising to stretch Bim= self, looked backward into the im terior. He saw a black-haired glant sleeps ing quietly, his head pillowed upes a khaki hunting coat; and beside bigs sat the girl, her loosened hair tum 1 about her shoulders and over the breast of the sleeping man, Gpée which her own tired head bad drooped in the sleep of utter exhaustion. ‘Terkoa yawned and lay down agaia, CHAPTER Vil. For a few minutes she could not assure herself of the reality of her surroundings, Gently she put out her hané an@ touched the face of the sleeper. It waa very'real. Also, she noted thas The Lonely Man. She thought that this was but am- the fever had left, FTER a time the girt awoke. other of het dreams. She sat in silence for a few minutes, attempting to adjust herself to the now and strange conditions which surrounded ber. She seemed to be two people—the American girl, View torla Custer, and 3 or from where was Ni hot fathom other than that she was beloved by Nu, and that she returned” his love. She wondered that she did not ree aret the life of ease she had aban. doned, and which she knew that she could never again return to, She wae atill sufficiently of the twentieth cone tury to realize that the step she ka@ taken pest her off forever from her past life, yet ahe was very happy, Bending low over the mam, eke Klased his lips, and then, rising, weat outalde, and taking Terkos with her, deacended to the spring, for she was thiraty, * Neither the girl nor the hound eaw the white-robed figure that withdrew suddenly behind a huge boulder a@ the two emerged from the eave'’s mouth, Nor did she see him to others behind him who pions, i rounded the shoulder of the cli at the base of which they had ; marching» Victoria stooped to alt hi hat at ring. Firat she leaned far dows quench her own thirat, A sudden, warning growl from Ter. r the api j koa brought her head up, and there, not ten paces from her, she sew a dozen white robed Arabs, and bee hind them half a hundred blacks, All were armed; evil looking fellows they were, and one of the Arabs had covs ered her with hia long gun, Now he spoke to her, but in @ tongue ahe did not though she knew that his Meese was unfriendly, and imagined that it warned her not to attempt to use her own rifle, which lay beside her. Next he spoke to those behind him, and two of them approached the girl, one from either side, while the leader cont to keep his piece levelled at her, An the two came toward her she heard a menacing growl from the wolf hound, and then saw him leap for the nearest Arab. ‘The fellow clubbed bis gun apd awung it uli upun Terkos's skull, 80 that the faithful hound collapsed is silent heap at their feet. Then the two rushed in and seized Victoria's rife; a moment later she roughly dragged toward the leader of the ill-favored gang. Through one of the blacks, a West Coast negro who d picked up @ smattering of pidgin English, the leader qusetioned the girl, and when he found that she was a guest of Lord Greystoke an ugly grin crossed his evil face, for the fellow recalled what had befallen another Arab slave and ivory caravan at the hands of Tarzan and bis Wasirl warriors, Here was an opportunity for partial revenge. He motiSned for hie followers to bring her along; there was no time to tarry in this country of their ene- mies, into which they had aceident- ally stumbled after being Icst in the Jungle for the better part of a month, (To Be Continued.) An outdoor tale of the big West (by the author of “Me, jes