The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1914-08-13

DIt llduuuue HAS ItilTtu, SdIu Tue
maid in answer to Rokoff's request to
speak with her.
This is a very urgent message for
the countess ears alone" replied Ro-
koff. Tell her that she must arise
and slip something about her and come
to the telephone. | shall call up again
in five minutes" Then he hung up his
receiver. 4 moment later Paulvitch
entered.
The count has the messenger" asked
Rokoff.
He should be on his way to his
home by now" replied Paulvitch.
Good! My lady will be sitting in
her boudoir, very much in negligee.
about now. In a minute the faithful
Jacques will escort NJ. TarZan into her
presence without announcing him. The
count will break in upon a very pretty
love scene in about fifteen minutes
from now. | think we have planned
marvelously. my dear Alexis. Let us
go out and drink to the very good
health Of NJ. TarZan in some Of old
Plancon's unparalleled absinth. not for
getting that the Count de COude Is one
Of the best swordSmen in Paris and
by far the best shot in all France"
When Tarzan reached Olga's Jacques
was awaiting him at the entrance.
This way. monsieur" he said and
led the way up the broad marble stair
case. In another moment he had open
ed a door and. drawing aside a heavy
curtain. o~bsequiously bowed Tarzan
into a dimly lighted apartment. Then
Jacques vanished.
Across the room from him Tarzan
saw Olga seated before a little desk
on which stood her telephone. She was
tapping impatiently upon the polished
surface of the desk. She had not
heard him enter.
Olga he said. what is wrong?"
She turned toward him with a little
cry of alarm.
Jean" she cried. What are you
doing here? Who admitted you!
What does it mean?"
Tarzan was thunderstruck, but in an
instant he realized a part Of the truth.
Then you did not send for me,
Olga?"
Send for you at this time of night?
Jean. do You think that l am quite
mad?'
"FrancOis ~telephoned me to come at
once; that you were in trouble and
wanted me-
Francois? Who in the world is
Francois|'
HE said that he was in your serv-
ice. He spoke as though l should re-
call the fact
There is no n by that name in my
employ. Some one has played a joke
upon you, Jean" and Olga laughed.
81 fear that it may be a most sinister
joke Olga" he replied. There is
more back of it than humor."
"Wha do you mean? You do not
think that
Where is the COUNT" be inter
rupted.
"At the German ambassadors"
This is another move by your esti-
mable brother. Tomorrow the count
will hear of it. He will question the
servants. Everything will point to
to what Rokoff wishes the count to
think"
THE scoundrel." cried Olga. She
had arisen and come close to Tarzan.
where she stood looking up into his
face. She was very frightened. In
her eyes was an expression that the
L,- 800, - %hNrn Af n nAnr tnrri
fed doe-puZZled. questioning. Her
look. her attitude. her words were elo-
quent Of the age old appeal OF defense
less woman to her natural protector
man. TarZan o one of the warm
little hands in his own strong n
The act was quite involuntary and al
most equally so was the instinct Of
protection that threw a sheltering arm
around the girls shoulders.
The result was electrical. Never be-
fore had he been so close to her. In
startled guilt they looked suddenly into
each others eyes and where Olga de
Coude should have been strong she
was weak. for she crept closer into the
mans arms and clasped her W about
his neck. And Tarzan of the Apes:
He took her into his mighty arms and
covered her lips with kisses.
Raoul de Coude made hurried ex-
cuses to his host after he had read the
note handed him by the ambassadors
butler. Never afterward could he re-
call the nature Of the excuses he made.
Everything was quite a blur to him
up to the time that he stood on the
threshold of his own home. Then he
became very cool. moving quietly and
with caution. For some inexplicable
reason Jacques had the door open be-
fore he was halfway to the steps. 1t
did not strike him at the time as being
unusual. though afterward he remark
ed 1t.
Very softly he tptoed up the stairs
and along the gallery to the door OF
his wife's boudoir. In his hand was a
heavy walking stick-in his heart MUIR
der.