Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1915-07-22

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CHAPTER V-(ContinueO
n1HE result was electrical Never before
i 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 man. arms
and clasped her own about MS neck
And Tarzan of the Apes? He took the
painting figure into his mighty arms ana
covered the hot lips with kisses.
Raoul de Coude made hurried excuses
to his host after he had read the note
handed him by teh ambassador putier
Never afterward could he recall the ma
ture 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, NOV
ing quietly and with caution. For some
inexplicable reason Jacques had the door
open before he was halfway to the steps
II did not strike him at the time as be-
ing unusual, though afterward he re-
marked 1t.
Very softly he tiptoed UP the stairs ana
along the gallery to the door of his VIE
boudoir In his hand was heavy walk
ing stick-in his heart. murder.
Olga was the first to see him. with
horrihed shrek she tore herself from
Tarzan's arms and the ape-man turned
lust in time to ward with him arm a ter
rife blow that De Coude had aimed at
his head. Once, twice, three times the
heavy stick fell with lightning rapidity,
and each blow aided in the transition OF
the ape-man back to the primordial
With the low, cultural snarl OF the pun
ape he sprang for the Frenchman' me
great stick was torn from his grasp and
brolxen i'm two as though 1t had been
matchwood. to be flung aside as the now
InfIriated beast charged for his adVer-
sary's throat
Olga de Coude stood a Mortified specta-
tor of the terrible scene which ensued
during the next brief moment, then she
sprang TO where Tarzan was numbering
her husband-choking the life from him
shaking him as a terrier might snake a
rat.
Mother of Godp' she cried. You are
killing him, you are killing him! Oh.
lean. YOU are killing my husband!
Tarzan was deaf with rage Suddenly
he hurled the body to the floor, and, plac-
ing his foot upon the upturned breast
raised his head. Then through the palace
of the Count de Coude rang the awesome
challenge Of the bull ape that has made
n kill From cellar to attic the horrid
sound Searcneu out INC SCI fsh'lto' yoiiu AStN
them blanched and trembling. The woman
In +he room sank to her knees beside the
bodv of her husband and prayed.
slowly the red mist faded from before
Tarzan;s ewes. Things began to take
form-he was regaining the perspective
of civilized man. His eyes fell upon the
figure of the kneeling woman. olga
he whispered. She looked up, expecting
to see the maniacal light of murder in the
har Instead she saw sorrow
and contrition.
"oh, Jean!' she cried. "see what you
have done. He was my husband. loved
him, and you have killed him."
Very gently Tarzan raised the limp
form OF the Count de Coude and bore 1t
to couch, Then he put his ear to the
"some brandy, Olga" he said.
She brought it. and together they forced
II between his lips Presently faint
gasp came from the white lips. The head
turned, and De Coude groaned.
''He will not die" said Tarzan. Thank
Godr
'I do not know. He struck me, and I
went mad. 1 have seen the apes of my
tribe do the same thing. l have never
told you my story. Olga. 1t would have
been better had you known it-this might
not have happened. never saw my
father. The only mother 1 ever knew
was a ferocious she-ape, Until was is
1 had never seen a human being. I was
20 before L saw a white man. little
more than a year ago 1 was a naked
beast of prey in an African jungle.
do not judge me too harshly, Two
years is too short time In which to
attempt to work the change in an indi-
vidual that Il has taken countless ages
to accomplish In the white race"
II do not Judge you at all, jean The
fault is mine. You must go now-he must
not find you here when he regains con-
sciousness. Good-by"
1t was sorrowful Tarzan who walked
with bowed head from the palace of the
| Count de Coude,
once outside his thoughts took DEFINITE
shape, TO the end that 20 minutes later
he entered a police station not far from
/ the Rue Maule. Here he soon found one
/ of the officers with whom he had had this
| encounter several weeks previous Th'
policeman was genuinely glad to se'
| again the man who had so roughly
handled him. After moment OF conver
sation Tarzan asked II he had ever hear'
| OF Nikolas Rokoff or Alexis Paulvitch,
| Very often. indeed. monsieur. Eaci
has a police record, and while there 4
nothing charged against them now, w
make II a point TO know pretty we'll wher'
they may be found should the occasion
i demand, II Is only tue same pAeSautioi
that We take with every known criminal
Why does monsieur ask2"
'+Fhey are known 10 me-" replied Tar
i zan. II wish 10 see Monsieur Rokon OF
/ a little matter Of business, II you car
/ direct me 70 his lodgings / shall appre
elate H."
A few minutes later he bade the police
| man adieu. and. with a slip Of paper Ii
his pocket bearing d certain address 4
| a semirespectable quarter, he walke
brIskiy toward the nearest taxi stand
Rokon ana Paulvitch had returned I
their rooms. and we're sitting talking owe
the probable outcome Of the evening
events They had telephoned 70 the ON
eas OF two Of the morning papers fron
which they momentarily expected repre-
sentafivea 70 hear the frat report Of th
scandal that was 10 stir social Paris o
the morrow.
"a heavy step sounded on the staii
say "Ah. but these newspaper men AZ
prompt exclaimed Rekon. and as
knock fsll upon the door oi their room
Enter. monsieur
The elle erens fseee aear "a