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PR ENENNNONE NOIIIINE SYNopsIs OF PRECH Sarthe Tor hie a \t irae The Air Battle. I knew Issus might have fege of her son and her husband. the words I most dreaded, but yet her fate so that it fell from the lips closer to me, 1 eaw her then eltting in her accus- then?” upon the divine glory of the radiant “Why no,” insisted Yersted; “it A Great light burst upon me, How great joy. varthly years? ‘The ton earth years 1 days of Martian time, whose days are and eighty-seven days. Again and again, until at last I must “In time to save your princess?” sus will not give up her own. She ‘precincts of the Temple of Issus, if the last faint hope of rescue.” (Copyright, the Frank A, Munsey Company.) a ‘Carter, the Americas bere a ee es see ie = feces ; ay ab, Sa ee S5 en CHAPTER XII. (Continned.) SHUDDERED for fear of the cowardly revenge that taken upon the tnnovent Dejah Thoris for the sacri- “And where is Dejah Thoris now?” I asked, knowing that he would say 1 loved her so that I could not refrain from hearing even the worst about of one who had seen her but recently. It was as though it brought her “Yesterday the monthly rites of Is. us were held,” replied Yersted, “and tomed place at the feet of Issus.” “What,” I cried; "she t# not dead, “Why no," replied the black; “it has been no year since she gazed face of" — “No year!" I interrupted, vannot have been upward of three hundred and seventy or eighty days.” stupid L had been! I could scarce re- strain an outward exhibition of my Why had I forgotten the great dif- ference in the length of Martian and had spent upon Barsoom had encom- passed but five years and ninety-six forty-one minutes longer than oure and whove years number six hundred “I am in time! 1 am in time!” The words surged through my brain have voiced them audibly, for Yersted shook his head, he asked, and then without waiting for my reply: “No, John Carter, Is- ‘ynows that you are coming, and ero ever a vandal foot is set within the such a calamity should befall, De. ‘Choris will be put away forever from “You mean that ehe will be killed anerely to thwart me?” T asked. Not that, other than as a last re- fort,” he replied. “Hast ever heard of the Temple of the Sun? It ts there that they will put her, It les far within the inner court of the Temple of Issus—a little temple that raises a thin spire far above the spires and intnarets of the great temple that sur- nds it, agenth {te in the ground, there Nes the main body of the temple con- sisting of six hundred ‘and eighty- feven circular chambers, one below gnother. To each chamber a single corridor lead through solid rock from ‘the pits of Issus. fay tho entire ‘Temple of the Sun revolves once with each revolution of Barsoom about the sun, but once each year does the entrance to each sepa- fate chamber come opposite the mouth of the corridor which forms { only link to the world without. “Here Issus puts those who dis- please her, but whom she does not care to execute forthwith. Or to pun~ ish a noble of the First Born she may cause him to be placed within a chamber of the Temple of the Sun for a year. “Ofttimes she imprisons an execu- tioner with the condemned, that death may come in a certain horrible form upon a given day, or again, but enough food is deposited in the chamber to sustain life but the num- ber of days that Issus has allotted for mental anguish. “Thus will Dejah Thoris die, and her fate will be sealed by the first flien foot that crosses the threshold of Issus.” Bo I was to be thwarted in the end. ‘Though I had performed the mirac- ulous, and come within a few short moments of my princess, yet was I us far from her as when I stood upon the banks of the Hudson forty-elght million miles away CHAPTER XIII. Through Flood and Flame. ERSTED'S information con- vinced me that there was no time to be lost. I must reach the Templo of Issus secretly before the forces under Tarkas assaulted at dawn. No sooner had Carthoris and the others joined mo than we commenced ‘the transportation of our men through the submerged passage to the mouth of the gangways which led from the submarine pool at the temple end of he watery tunnel to the pits of Issus, ‘As Carthoris alone knew the hidden ways of the tunnels, we could not di- vide the party and attack the temple 4 several points at once, as would Gave been most desirable, and #0 It was decided that he lead us all as quickly as he could to a point as near the temple's centre as possible. ‘As we were about to leave the noot ‘nd enter the corridors an officer called my attention to the waters upon which the submarine floated. At first they seemed to be merely agi- tated as from the movement of somo great body beneath the surface, and I at once conjectured that another submarine was rising to the surface in pursuit of us; but presently it be- came apparent that the level of the waters was rising, not with extreme rapidity, but very surely, and. that foon they, would overflow tho sides of the pool nd submerge the floor of the chamber, The “TARZAN” Man Is at His Best in This Wonder Stor By Edgar Rice Burroughs Author of “TARZAN OF THE APES,” Ete, For a moment I did not fully grasp the terrible import of the slowly ris- ‘ng waters. It was Carthoris who realized the full meaning of the thing —its cause and reason for it, "Haste!" he cried. “If we delay ‘we all are lost. The pumps of Omean have been it yg They would drown us like rats in a trap, We must reach the w level of the pits in advance of flood or we shall never reach them. Come.” “Lead tho way, Carthoris,” I cried. “We shall follow.” * At my command the youth leaped into one of the corridors, and in col- umns of twos, and in good order, the soldiers followed him, each company entering the corridor only at the com- mand of its dwar or captain. I was the last to leave the chamber of the submarine, and as I followed the rear of the column toward the corridor I moved through the water to my knees. As I cast about for some means of saving as many as possible of the doomed men I saw a diverging corri- dor which seemed to rise at a steep angle at my right. ‘The waters were now swirling about my waist. The men directly before me were quickly becoming panic-| stricken. “Call back the last twenty-five utans,” 1 shouted. “Hero seems a way of escape, Turn back and fol- low me." My orders were obeyed by nearly thirty utans, so that some three thou- sand men came about and hastened into the teeth of the flood to reach the corridor up which I directed them. As the first dwar passed in with his utan I cautioned him to listen closely for my commands, and under no cir- cumstances to venture into the open, or leave the pits for the temple pro- until I should have come up with im, “or you know that I died before I could reach you.” The officer saluted and left me. ‘The men tiled rapidly past me and en- tered the diverging corridor which 1 hoped would lead to safety For a few minutes we continued rapidly up the steer » Which I hoped would soon bring us quickly to the upper pits that led into ube Temple of lssus. But 1 was to meet | with a cruel disappointment. The Evening World Suddenly 1 heard a cry of “tire” tar! ahead, followed almost at once by cries of terror and the loud commands of dwars and padwars, who were evi- dently attempting to direct their men away from some grave danger, At last the report came back to us. wane’, ners fired the pits ahead.” © are hemmed in by flame: front and flood behind.” 4 cee “Help, Joho Carter—we are suffo- cating!” Back upon us at tho rear swept & wave of dense smoke that sent us stumbling and blinded into a choking retreat, There was naught to do other than seek a new avenue of escapo. The fire and smoke were to be feared 4 thou- sand times over the water, and so I seized upon the first gallery which led out of and up from the suffocating smoke that was engulling us, Again I stood to one side whilo the soldiers hastened through on the new ray. Having satisfied my sense of duty I turned and ran rapidly back to the corridor through which my men had passed, To my horror, however, I found that my retreat in this direction had been blocked—across the mouth of the corridor stood a massive steel grating that had evidently been low- ered from its resting place alx the purpose of effectually cutt my escape, That our principal movements wei known to the First Born 1 could not have doubted in view of the attack of ‘the fleet upon us the day before, nor could the stopping of the pumps of Omean at the psychological moment have been due to chance, nor the start- ing of a chemical com)ustion within the one corridor through which we Were advancing upon the Temple of. Issus been due to aught than well- calculated design. And now the dropping of the steel gate to pen me effectually between fire and flood seemed to indicate that in- visible eyes were upon us at every mo- ment. What chance had I then to rescue Dejah Thorly were I to be com- pelled to fight foes who never showed themselves? With my men had gone the last torch, nor was this corridor lighted by the radiance of phosphorescent rock as were those of the lower levels, It was this fact that assured me that I was not far from the uper pits which lie directly beneath the temple. Finally I felt the lapping waters about my feet. The smoke was thick behind me, My suffering was intense, There seemed but one thing to do, and that to choose the easier death which confronted me, and so 1 moved on down the corridor until the cold waters of Omean closed about me, and I swam on through her blackness to- ward—what? The instinct of self-preservation is strong even when one, unafraid and in the possession of his highest rea- soning faculties, knows that death— Positive and unalterable—lies just ahead. So I swam slowly on, waiting for my head to touch the top of the cor- ridor, which would mean that I had reached the limit of my fight and the point where I must sink forever to an unmarked grave, To my surprise I ran against a Dlank wall before 1 reached a point where the waters came to the roof of the corridor, Could I be mistaken? I felt round, No, I had come to the main corridor and still there was a breathing space between the surface of the water and the rocky celling above, Then I turned up the main corridor in the direction that Carthoris and the head of the column had passed a half hour befo On and on I swam, my heart growing lighter at every stroke, for I knew that I was ap- proaching the point where there would no chance that the waters ahead could be deeper than they were about me, I was positive that I must soon feel the solid floor beneath my feet again, and that once more my chance would come to reach the Temple of Issus and the side of the fair prisoner who lan- guished there. But even as hope was at tts highest T felt the sudden shock of contact as my head struck the rocks above. The worst then had come to me. I had reached one of those rare places for 5 off Can You FUTURIST ART EXHIBITION OUTRAGEOUS | to a lower level. Somewhere beyond 1 knew that it rose again; but of What value was that to me, since I did not know how great the distance that it maintained @ level entirely be- Death the surface of the water. Thore was but a single forlorn hope, and Lt took it. Filling my lungs with air, I dived beneath the surface and swam through the inky, icy blackness on aad on along the submerged gallery. Time and time again I rose with up stretched hand, only to feel the dis- Appointing rocks close above me. ot for much longer would my lungs withstand the strain upon them. 4 felt that I must soon succumb; nor Was there any retreating now that [ had gone this far. I knew positively that I could never endure to retrace my path now to the point from which 1 had felt the waters close above my head. Death stared me in the face; nor even can I recall a time that I so distinetly felt the icy breath from his lips upon my brow, One more frantic effort I mado with my fast ebbing strength, Weakly | rose for the Just time—my tortured lungs gasped for the breath that would fil them with a strange and numving element, but instead I felt the revivifying breath of life-giving air surge through my starving nos- trils Into my dying lungs. I was saved! A few more strokes brought me to @ point where my feet touched the floor, and soon thereafter [ was above the water level entirely and racing like mad along the corridor, searching for the first doorway that would lead me to Issus. If 1 could not have Dejah Thoris again 1 was at least determined to avenge her death, nor would any life satisfy mo other than that of the fiend incarnate who was the cause of such immeasurable suffering upon Barsoom, Sooner than I had expected I came to what appeared to me to be @ sud- den exit into the temple above. it was at the right side of the corridor, which ran on probably to other en- trances to the pile above, To me one point Was as good as another. What knew I where any of them led? Without waiting to be again dis- covered and thwarted, 1 ran quickly up the short, steep incline and pushed open the doorway at its end, The portal swung slowly in and be- fore it could be slammed against ine 1 sprang into the chamber beyond. Though not yet dawn the room was brilliantly lighted. Its sole occupant lay prone upon a low couch at the farther side, apparently in sleep, From the hangings and sumptuous furniture of the room I judged it to be a living-room of some priestess, possibly of Issus herself, At the thought my blood tingled through my veins, What, indeed, if fortune had been kind enough to place the hideous creature alone and rded in my hands! With her as hostage 1 could foree acquiescence to my every demand, utiously I approached the recum- bent figure on noiseless feet, Closer and closer I came to it, but 1 had crossed but little mora than half the chamber when the figure stirred and, as T sprang, rose and faced me, At first an expression of terror overspread the features of the woman who confronted me—then startled In- eredulity—hope—thanksgiving. My heart pounded within my breast as T advanced toward her—tears came to my eyes The, words that would have poured forth'in a perfect torrent choked in ‘where @ Martian tunnel dips suddenly my throat as 1 opened my arms end Beat It? Y ae te cael eee one cae gee teehee Daily Magazine. Saturday, Ue, By Maurice Ketten K THIS PICTURE 1S FULL OF tvok into them once more the woman T loved—Dejah Thoris, Princess of Helium. CHAPTER XIV. Victory and Defeat. JOHN CARTER, John Car- ter!" whe sobbed, with her dear head upon my shoul- der, “Even now 1 can searce belleve the witness of my own eyes. When the girl, Thuvia, told me that you had re- turned to Barsoom I Mstened, but I could not understand, for it seemed that euch happiness would be impos- sible for one who had suffered eo in silent loneliness for all these long years! At last, when I realized that it was truth, and then came to know the awful place in which I was held prisoner, I learned to doubt that even you could reach me here “As the d passed and moon after moon went by without bringing even the faintest rumor of you, I re- signed myself to my fate. And now Hew you have come scarce can I be- lieve tt, for an hour I have heard the sounds of conflict within the palace, 1 knew not what they meant, but [ have hoped against hope that tt might be the men of Hellum headed by my Prince. And tell me, what of Carthoris, our son?” ‘He was with me less than an hour since, Deja Thoris.” [ replied, “It must have heen he whose men you have heard battling within the pre- cints of the temple, ‘Where is Issus?” I denly. Dejab Thoris shrugked her shoul- ders, “She sent me under guard to this room just before the fighting began within the temple walls, She said that @he would send for mo Sho seemed very angry and somewhat fearful. Never have 1 seen her act in fo uncertain and almost terrified a manner, asked, sud- Now I know that it must have been because she had learned that John Carter, Prince of Heliun approaching to demand an a ing of her for the imprisonment cf dis princes: The sounds of conflict, the e| of arms, the shouting, and the hurry. ing of many feet came to us fi various parts of the temple. I kne that I was needed there, but [ dared not leave Deju Thoris, nor dared | ke ber with me into the turmoil and danger of battle. At last I bethought me of the ptts from which J had just emerged. Why Not secrete her there until 1 could return and fetch her away in safety and forever from this awful place, 1 explained my plan to her. For a moment sie clung to me “I cannot bear to bo parted from you now even for a moment John Carter,” sho sald, “I shudder at the thought of being alone again where the terrible creature might discover me. You do not know her. “None can imagine her ferocious cruelty who has not witnessed her daily acts for over half a year. It has taken me nearty all this time to realize even the things thet I havo seen with my own eyes.” “T shall not leave you princess," I replied She was silent for a moment, then she drew my face to here and kissed me “Go, John Carter,” she said. “Our son iy there, and the soldiers of Helium figbting for the princess of the , my SOULAND IDEALS IT'S A MASTERPIKLE . THE CONCEPTION 1S few ORIGINAL AND OVER — n PowERING MaRveLous ! The et — ¥ y) * 1 PITY ANY Body WHO CAN'T SEE THE ART IN THIS PICTURE. ITIS THE WORK OF A GENIUS ~ You MusT Be A NUTT % Ifellum, Where they are you should be. I must not think of myseif now, butof them and of my husband's duty, ] may not stand in the way of that. Hide me tnt the pits and go.” J led her to the door through which 1 had entered the chamber from be- low. There I pressed her dear form to mo, and then, though {t tore my t to do it, and filled me only with the blackest shadows of terrible for boding, IT guided her across the threshold, kissed her once again, aud closed the door upon her. Without hesitating longer, I hur- ried from the chamber in the direo- tion of the greatest tumult. Scarce half a dozen chambers had I trav- ersed before I came upon the thea- tre of a flerce struggle. The blacks were massed at the en- trance to a great chamber, where they were attempting to block the further progress of a body of red men toward the inner sacred pre- cinets of the temple. ning from within ay I did, I found myself behind the blacks, and, without waiting to even estimate thetr numbers or the foolhardiness of my I charged swiftly across tbe and fell upon them from tho rear with my keen long-sword, As I struck the first blow, I cried aloud “For Hellum!” And then I rained cut after cut upon the prised warriors, whilo the reds without took heart at the sound of my votce, and, with shouts of, “John Carter! John Carter!" re- doubled thelr efforts so effectually that before the blacks could recover from thelr temporary demoralization their ranks were broken and the rad men had burst into the chamber. The fight within that room, had tt had but a competent chronicler, would go down in the annals of Barsoom as a historic memorial to the rin ferocity of her warlike people Vive hundred men fought there that day. the black man & Pn No man asked quarter or Kave It As though by common assent they fought a8 though to determine once and for all their right to live, in ac- cordance with the law of the survival of the fittest. 1 think we all knew that upon the outcome of this battle would. hinge forever the relative positions of these two races upon Barsoom, It w . battle between the old and the new but not for once did T question th at my side I fought h dimen of Barsoom and fe t r total emancipation from the thrott!ing bondage of a hideous su perstitior Huck and forth acrogs the room wi surged, until the floor was ankle de in blood and dead men lay so thickly there that half the time we stood upon thelr bodies as we fought. As we swung toward the great windows, which overlooked the Gardens of Iusus, a sight met my gaze which sent a way exultation over me “Look! Terted, “Men of the First For an instant the fiehting ceased and with one accord every eye turned the direction I had Indicated, and sight they saw was one no man of the First Born had ever imagined could be, Across the gardens, from side to wide, stood a wavering line of black warriors, while beyond them and fore- ing them ever back, was a great hordo of green warrlors astride thelr mighty thoats, And 4s we watched, one, flercer and more grimly terrible than his fellows, rode forward from the Year, and ae Le came Le shouted some To ME IT’S ALL CF (j Od ss Febru Must BE AN ARTIST SEE ALL THAT ROT. 6) (3 (& Y és | flerce command to his terrible legion. it was Tars Tarkas, Jeddak of Thark, and as he couched his great forty-foot, metal-shod lance we saw his warriors do likewise, Then it was that wo interpreted his command. Twenty yards now separated the green men from the black line. An- other word from the great Thark, and with a wild and terrifying battle-cry the green warriors charged, Yor @ moment the black line held, but only for a moment, then the fear- some beasts that bore equally terrible riders passed completely through it, After them came utan upon utan of red men. The green horde broke to surround the temple. ‘The red mon charged for the interior, and then we turned to continue our interrupted battle, but our foes had vanished, My first thought was of Dejah Thoris. Calling to Carthoris that 1 had found his mother, I started on a run toward the chamber where L had left her, with my boy close beside im After us came those of our little fore who had survived the bloody confile The moment I tered the room I kaw that some one had been thero since I had left. A sili lay upon the toor, It had not been there before. ‘There were also a dagger and sev- eral metal ornaments strewn about as though torn from fheir wearer in a struggle. But, worst of all, the door- way leading to the pits where I had hidden my princess was ajar. With a bound I was before it and thrusting it open rushed within, Dejah Thoris had vanished, 1 called her name aloud again and again, but there was no response, 1 think in that Instant I hovered upon the verge of insanity. 1 do not recall what I suld or did, but I know that for an instant I was selzed with the rage of a maniac “Tesua!” 1 cried. “Lasus! Where boy, and is Issus? Search the temple for her, Carter, Carthoris, where are the tinents of Issu without waiting ey th that I had heard him he dashed off at breakneck but let nc man harm her but Jobn his way,” crieg the speed further into the bowels of the temple. As fast as ho went, however, Iwas still beside him, urging him on to greater speed At last we came to a great carved door and through this Carthe dashed a foot ahead of wit we came upon such a scene as T had witnessed within the temple o1 the throt Issus with t ng slaves, ¢ vbout it the soldlery We d chance upot eres ranks even give the men a xo quickly were wo single cut I » front rank weight and rushed ranks beside not to draw them, With ck down two in then by the of my ere body 1 through the two remaining and sprang upon the dats the carved forapus thron Tho repulsive creature squatting there in terror attempted to escape me and leaped Into a trap behind her, Hut this time I was not to be out- witted by any such petty subterfuge. Before she had half risen 1 had grasped her by the arm, and then as 1 suw the guard starting to make @ concerted Tush upon me from all sides I whipped out my dagger and, holding {t close to that vile breast, ordered them to halt “Back!” I cried to them. “Back! The first black foot that is planted upon this platform sends my dase And momentum into Issus's heart. For an instant they hesitated. Then an officer ordered them back while from the outer oornidor there af 5, When Two Women Love the Same Man 1916 and when he isn't sure whether By Eleanor duel of hearts. Don't forget to look for the first in next Monday's Evening World. swept into the throne-room at the heels of my litte party of survivors full thousand red men under Kantos Aan, tor Vastus and Xodar, “Where is Dejah Thoris?" I cried to the thing within my hands, Yor a moment her eyes roved wildly about the scene beneath her, 1 think that it took @ moment for the true condition to make any impression upon her—she could not at first real- \we that the tempie had fallen before tho assault of men of the outer world, When she did there must have come too a terrible realization of what Jt meant to her—tne joss of power, humiliation, the exposure of the fraud and imposture which she had tor #0 long played upon her own people, ‘There was just one thing needed to complete tne reality of the picture she was seving, and that was added bel by the highest noble of her reaim— the high priest of her reiigion—the prime minister of her government, jus, Goddess of Death and of Lite Bternal,” ho cri¢d, “rise in the might of thy righteous wrath and with one sipgle Wave of thy omnip- otent hand strike dead the bias- phemers! Let not one eacape. “issus, thy people depend upon thee. Maugnter of the Lesser Moon, thou only art all powerful. Thou only canst save thy people, 1 am done, We await thy Will Strike!” And then it was that she went mad, A screaming, givoering — inaniac writhed in my grasp, it bit and clawed and scratched in lnpotent fury. And then it laughed a weird and terrible jauphter that froge the of blood, The slave girls upon the dais bhnieked and cowered away. And tho thing Jumped at them and gnashed its teeth and then spat upon them from frothing lips. Finally 1 shook the thing, hoping to recall it for @ moment to “Where a9 Dejah Dboris again. The awful creature in my grasp mumbled tnarticulately for a moment, then a sudden gleam of cunning shot into those hideous, close-set eyes. “Dejah Thoris? Dejan Thoris?" and then that shrill, unearthly laugh pierced our ears once more, “Yes, Dejah Thoris, 1 know. And Thuvia and Phaidor, daughter of Matai Shang. They each love Joha Carte: Ha-at—but it is droll. Pig che “Together for a year they will méd. jtate within the Temple of the Sun, but cre this year is quite gone ther will be no more food for them, Ha- ah! What divine entertainment! and she Heked the froth from her cruel lips, “There will be no mere food—except each other, Ha-ah! Ha- ahi" ne horror of the suggestion nearly paralyzed me, To this i fate the creature within my power had con- dd my prince trembled in the ferocity of my ragt As @ terrier shakes a rat L shook Issus, Goddess of Life Eternal, “Countermand your orders! I cried. “Recall ¢he condemned, Haste or you dict! “It is too late! Ha-ah! Ha-ah!" She again commenced her gibber- ing and shrieking. ‘Almost of its own volition my ger flew up above that putrid heart. But something stayed my hand, and lam glad now that it did. It is a ter- rible thing to have struck down @ woman with one’s own hand, But @ fitter fate occurred to me for this false deity. “First Born,” I erted, turning to those who stood within the chamber, “you have seen to-day the impotency of Issus—the gods are omnipotent. lasus is no god, She ts @ cruel and wicked old woman, who has deceived and played upon you for ages, Take her, Jobn Carter, Prince of Helium, would not contaminate his hand with her blood.” With that I pushed the raving beast, whom a short half hour before & whole world had worshipped as dl- vine, from the platform of her throne into the waiting clutches of her be trayed and vengeful people. Spying Xodar among the officers of the red men, [ called to him to lead ine quickly to the Temple of the Sun, and without waiting to learn what fate the Pirst. Born would wreak upon thelr goddess, I rushed from the chamber with Xodar, Carthorls, Hor Vustus, Kantos Kan, and score of other red nobles. ‘Tho black led us rapidly through the inner chambers of the temp! tll wo stood within the e & great circular space paved ¥ transparent. marble of exqulsit itene before us rose a gold temple wrought in the most won- drous and fanciful designs, inlaid with diamond, ruby, sapphire, tur- quoise, emerald, and the thousand hameléss gems ‘of Mars, which far transcend In loveliness and purity of a ra ir c 4 stones of Earth. erled Xodar, leading us t ard the entran to a tunnel, which opened in the courtyard be- wide the temple. As we were on the point of de- sconding We heard a deep-toned, roar burst from the Templo of fesus, which we had but just quitted, and then a red man, Djor Kantas, padwar of the fifth utan, broke from a near- by gute, crying to ug to return, blacks have fired the tem- » cried, “In a thousand places it is burning now, Haste to the wurdens or you are lost.” As he spoke we saw smoke pouring from a dozen windows looking out upon the courtyard of the Temple of the Sun, and far above the highest minaret of Issus hung an ever grow- ng pall of smoke. vuter jo back! Go back!" I cried to those who had accompanied mo. “The way, Xodar; point the way, and leave me!’ T shall reach my princess yeu." “Follow me, John Carter,” replied » Xodar, and without waiting for my reply he dashed down into the tun- nel at our fect. At his Reels I ran down through a half dozen tere of galleries, until et What Is He to Do? That is one of the several queer problems confronting the here of A MAN'S | HEARTH Week's Complete Novel in The Evening World This fe an up to date New York story and tells of « strange Paes he loves either or both of them, M. Ingram instalment of “A MAN'S HEARTH” the end of whic discerned a Wetted nd of whic! r tee cod 0 iscerned a lighted Massive bars blocked our further prostess, but beyond I saw her—my ssemg nie nad Princess, and with her were Thuvia and Phaidor, When she saw me she rushed toward the bars that separated us. Already the charm+ ber had turned upon its slow way so far that but a portion of the opening in the temple wall was opposite the barred end of the corridor. Slowly the interval was closing. In a short time there would be but a tiny erack. and then that even would be closed and for a long mian year the chamber would revolve until once more for a brief day the aperture in ha wall would pass the corridor’s But in the mean time what horrible things would go on within that cham- “Xodar!” I erled. “Can no bc ayo ha ‘olving thing? Is none wi Id secre! these terrible bara?” he jee? T fear, whom we could in time, though I shall go and Sake the attempt. Wait for me here.” After he had left I stood and talked with Dejah Thoris, and she stretched bol Sess, Sane ihrough those cruel » that I mi Ina moment, ight hold it until the Di and Phaidor came also, but when Thuvia saw that we would be alone she withdrew to the farther side of the chamber, Not 40 the daughter of Matai Shang. ‘John Carter,” she asked, “this be Soe jake tiene as you shall see any 5 me that g may ase taeee you love me, that “I love only the Princess of j~ * is as : oe the beginning” | babies ce: She bit her lip and turned Rot before T saw the black and woke j scowl she turned upon Dejah Thi Thereafter she stood a little wa; bAD not so far I should have ded Lge for I had many little confi- ences to impart to my long-lost loved For a few minutes we stood thus talking in low tones, Ever small and smaller grew the opening. in @ short now it would be too small even Permit the slender form of my to pass, Why did not Xodar haste. Above faint echoew of a the multitude of green men fight. the burning Temple OF imate i the As A draft from above be poked were te our beet in waiting Xodar smoke bag vo) tblokes fend thicker ently we heard shouti; far end of the corridor, and hurrying Hi feet. “Come back, Jack Carter, come a volee. “Even the pite back " cried ans burning.” in & moment a dozen broke through the now blinding smoke to my side, There was Carthoris an Kantos Ken, and Hor Vastus and a few more wh = lowed me to the temple court ie “There is no hope, J fr erled Xodar. “The Kesoter of ie bis is dead, and his keys are not - Our only hope is to quent carcass. this conflagration and t that @ year will find your’ selucene alive and well. I have brought sut- fictent food to last them. When this vrack closes no smoke can reach them, and if we hasten to extinguish the flames I believe that they will be safe. Make haste or you are lost.” “Go then yourself and take these others with you," I replied. “I shall remain here beside my princess until 4 merciful death releases me from my. anguish. I care not to live, As I spoke Xodar had been t @ great number of tiny cans within the placa cell. The remaining over an ineh | ‘mo- “FAR Fics ones ve ete ja orig stood as closet nae could, | whispering words of hi and courage to m urging py F444 myself. sles nddenly beyond her T beautiful face of Phatdor comorten into pression df malign hatred. AS my eyes met hers she spoke, “Think not, John Carter, that you may so lightly cast aside the love of Phaidor, daughter of Matai Shang. Nor ever hope to hold thy Dejah ‘Thorts in thy arms again, Wait you the long, long year; but know that when the waiting is over it shall be Phaidor’s arms which shall welcome you, not those;@f the Princess of Helium., Behold she dies!" And a8 she finished speaking T saw! her raise @ dagger on high, and then I saw another figure. It was Thuvia's, As the dagger fell toward the um- protected breast of my love, Thuvia was almost between them. ‘A blind- ing gust of smoke blotted out. the tragedy within that fearsome cell, a shriek rang out, a single shriek as the dagger fell he smoke cleared away, but we stood gazing upon @ blank wall, The jast crevice had closed. ¥ urged mea to leave. & Inoment it will be too Inte" cried Xodar, “There is, in fact, but a bare chance that we can com rough to the outer garden alive, even now. I have ordered the pumps started and tn five minutes the pita will be flooded. It we would not drown like rats in a trap we must hasten above and make a dash for safety through the burning temple.” “Go,” 1 urged them: et me die here beside my princess—there ia no hope or happiness elsewhere for me. When they carry her dear body from that terrible place a year hence let them find the body of her lord await- Ing her.” Of what happened after that J have only a confused recollection, seems as though I struggled wit many men, and then I was pleked bodily from the ground and borne away. 1 do not kndw. THE END, _ sonst | {