Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1916-06-17
8. EDGAR RICE BURROUGHS
~ Author of the Tarzan Tales
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IN chem the mother turned toward Mer-
a ~, an expression Of sadness erasins
hsnplness from her eyes
w ~. little girl" she said I'm the midst
s.nn,ness a great sorrow awaits you
~ pavnes did not survive his wounds. !"
axnression Of sorrow IN Meriem
Inc .lsssd only what she sincerely felt ;
vss VAS not the sorrow OF woman
v.reft OF her best beloved; ,,.. .,,
pereN - sorrvD she said, quite simply.
n,a .,,a have done me great wrong ;
NHs wy .rs,iv atoned before he died. Once
but n..ss no phst loved him. At first it was
tnovs vIss.o,natIon for a type that was new
only .hsn Il was respect for brave
Y rbo had the moral courage 10 admit
ma ~ and the physical courage TO face
Ssath to right the wrong ne i'au 'or'''h't-
ted. 80. love did not know
,.,.a Pu, was until 1 knew that Korak
MA MA - and she turned toward the Killer
Wl,n =, = e Grevstoke looked quickly up into
a.. syes of her son--the son VINO one DAY
s.n,d be Lord Greystoke, NO tnoushe OF
w w har boy entered her mind. To her
,,.n, ~ was At for a king. She only want
ne,u s,n unow that Jack loved the little Arab
waik 81. os onswered the oues-
,,or in her heart, and she threw her arms
.bout them both and kissed them eaoh
s0asov" s0ast she cried, II shall really have
daughterl" !"
was several weary marches to the
-, ,,isaIon but they waited at the
ssrm only a few days for rest and prep
s,atlon for the great event before setting
out upon the journey, ana atter the mar
uNt ~ TO- narfOrned thnV
t.nt on to the coast to take passage Tor
England. -, v,so.s,,,
s,ar,sns life She had not dreamed even
sareIys of the marvels that civilization
hsIa In store for her. The great ocean and
tNe commodious steamship hlled her win
s,vs The noise and hustle and CONFUSION
tha English railway station frightened
her. 49,.
-. ,orhded to Korak, II know that |
should run to the very top of 1t In terror
ef my life."
Ind make faces and throw twigs at
the engine ?" he laughed back
poor old Numa," sighed the GIRL Wnat
vIll he do without us?"
H"oh there are others to tease him, my
little Mangani," assured korak.
The Greystoke town house quite took
Msrieu's breath away; but when strangers
ware about none mlBn guess tIldl sne Idu
MT been to the manner born.
They had been home but week when
lord Greystoke received message from
his old friend D'Arnot. 1t was In the
sorn, of a letter of introduction brought
Nv one General Armand Jacot. Lord Grey
stoke recalled the name-as who familiar
with. modern French history would not?
For Jacot was in reality the Prince de
Cadrenet-that intense republican who re-
f,lsed TO use. even by courtesy, title that
had belonged to his family for 400 years.
There is no place for princes In a re-
publIc" he was wont to say.
Lord Greystoke received the hawk-nosed,
xray-mustached soldier in his library, and
after a dozen words the two men had
formed mutual esteem that was to en-
dure through life. The soldiers words laid
yiyidly before his host scenes and events
nearly two decades old.
General, then captain, Jacot of the For
elgn Legion sat upon an outspread saddle
blanket at the foot of stunted palm His
broad shoulders and close-cropped head
rested in luxurious ease against the rough
bole. Of the tree. His long legs were
stretched straight before him, overlapping
the meagre blanket; his spurs buried in the
sandy soil Of the little desert oasis.
The captain was taking his ease after
long day Of weary riding across the shift
ing sands of the desert.
Lazlly he puffed upon his cigarette and