The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-04-13
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about now. In minute the fa1thful Jacques will escort NJ. Tarzan into her presence without announcing him. The | count will break in upon very pretty love scene in about fifteen minutes from now. I think we have planned marvelously. my dear Alexis Let us go out and drink to the very good health of M. 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.
 NThis way, monsieur he said and led the way up the broad marble stair ease. In another moment he had open ed door and, drawing aside a heavy curtain. obsequiously bowed Taraan into 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.
 eOlga,r he said, "what is wrong?'
 She turned toward him with g little cry of alarm.
 aJeanr' she cried What are you, doing here7 Who admitted you ? What does it meanT'
 Tarzan was thunderstruck, but in an instant he realized part of the truth.
 'gThen you did not send for me, Oiga?"
 asend for you at this time of night? Jean, do you think that I am quite madY'
 ..Francois telephoned me to come at once; that you were in trouble and wanted me-
 ssFrancoisa Who in the world is Francois?''
 ice He spoke as though T should re can the fact"
 "sThere is no one by that name in my employ. Some one has played a joke upon you, Jean," and Olga laughed.
 q fear that js may be a most sinister joke Olga" he replied 'sThsre is more back of it than humor."
 .sWhat do you mean? You do not think that
 sswhere is the count2' he inter rupted- N
 @At the German ambassadors.''
 ssThis isg 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
 saThe scoundrelr' 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 tkat the hunter sees in those of poor, terri fed puzzled, questioning. Her .o1r> quenaof the age old appeal of defense less woman to her natural protector man. Tarzan took one of the warm little hands in his own strong one. The act was quite involuntary and al most equally so was the instinct of protection that threw 8 shelterfng 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 own 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 U butler. Never afterward could he re- call the nature of the excuses he made. Everything was quite 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 inexplicab1e reason Jacques had the door open be- fore he was halfway to the steps. It did not strike him at the time as being unusual, though afterward he remark ed it.
 Very softly he tiptoed up the stairs and along the gallery to the door of his wife's boudoir. In his hand was heavy walking stick-in his heart mur der.
 Olga was the first to see him. With n mortified shriek she tore herself from Tarzari's arms and the ape-man turned just in time to ward with his arm a terrible blow that De Coude had aimed at his head. Once, twice, three times the heavy stick fell with lightning rapSd1ty and each blow aided in the kre eAsitt0n of the ape-man back to the primordiaI.
 With the low, guttural snarl of the bull ape he sprang for the Frenehman. The great stick was torn from his grasp and broken in two as though it Hsto oeeh nabcHWoous lO De huAS dsiue as the now infuriated beast charged for his adyersary's throat.
 Olga de Goude stood a mortified spec tator to the terrible scene which en- sued during the next brief moment, then she sprAng to where Tarzan was murdering her husba nd-ehoIx1ng the life from him-shaking him as ter rier might shake a rat
 Franticaliy she tore at his great hands Mother of GodlF' she cried. ssYon are killing him, you are killing him. Oh. Jean- you are kilhHg my huBbandr'
 Larzan was deaf with rage. Sudden