The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser., 1918-03-15

looked down into her eyes, his own
smiling and filled with the light Of hap
piness.
what is It, John?" she cried. "You
have good news. Do not keep me
waiting for it."
81 want to be quite sure that you
can stand hearing the best news that
ever came to either of u.s." he said.
"Joy never killsl" she cried. "You
have found-her?' She could not bring
| herself to hope for the impossible.
"Yes, Jane" he said, and his voice
was husky with emotion, Il have found
| her and-him!" !"
where is he? Where are they?"
she demanded.
"Out there at the edge Of the jungle.
| He wouldn't come to you in his savage
leopard skin and his nakedness. He
sent me to fetch him civilized cloth
ing"
She clapped her hands In ecstasy and
turned to run toward the bungalow.
| "Wait!" she cried over her shoulder.
"I have all his little suits. l have
you"
Tarzan laughed and called to her to
stop.
1.-The only clothing on the place that
| will fit him." he said, 'is mine-if 1t
isn't too small for him. Your little boy
has grown, Jane"
She laughed, too F.; she felt like laugh
| ing at everything or at nothing. The
world was all love and happiness and
Joy once more, the world that had
been shrouded in the gloom Of her
great sorrow for so many years. SO
great was her joy that for the mo-
ment she forgot the sad message that
awaited Meriem.
She called to Tarzan after he had
ridden away to prepare her for 1t, but
he did not hear and rode on without
knowing Of it himself.
When they arrived the mother faced
Meriem, an expression of sadness
erasing the happiness from her eyes.
my little girl" she said, "in the
midst Of our happiness a great sorrow
awaits you-Mr. Baynes did not sur
vive his wounds
The expression of sorrow In Mer-
iem's eyes expressed only what she
sincerely felt, but it was not the sor-
row of a woman bereft Of her best be-
loved.
II am sorry" she said quite simply.
''But it was not love, 1 did not know
| what love was until 1 knew that KOrak
lived" and she turned toward the
Killer with q smile.
Lady Greystoke looked quickly up
into the eyes of her son, the son who
one day would be Lord Greystoke. No
| thought Of the difference in the sta
tions of the girl and her boy entered
her mind. To her Meriem was fit for
a king. She only wanted to know that
Jack loved the little Arab waif.
The look in his eyes answered the
question in her heart, and she threw
her arms about them both and kissed
them each a dozen times.
Now" she cried, Il shall really
have a daughter J"
1t was several weary marches to the
nearest mission, but they waited at
the farm only q few days for rest and
preparation for the great event before
setting out upon the journey, and after
the marriage ceremony had been per-
formed they kept on to the coast to
take passage for England.
They had been home but a week
when Lord Greystoke received a mes
sage from his old friend D'Arnot. 1t
was in the form of q letter Of intro
duction brought by one General Ar
mand Jacot. Lord GreyStoke recalled
the name, as who familiar with mod
ern French history would not? For
Jacot was In reality the Prince de Cad
renet, that intense republican who re-
fuses to use, even by courtesy, title
that had belonged to his family for
400 years.
There is no place for princes In q
republic" he was wont to say.
| Lord Greystoke received the hawk
nosed, gray mustached soldier in his
| library, and after a dozen words the
| two men had formed a mutual esteem
! that was to endure through life. And
| the soldiers words laid wildly before
| his host scenes and events nearly two
| decades old. He told his host how he
had been a captain in the Foreign Le-
! gion of France stationed at that time
in Africa. He told how he had hunted
down marauding bands of Arabs and
blacks in the heart of the great desert
of Sahara He told how he had in
camp with him his little fouryear-Old
daughter and how he came back to
! camp one day to find that she had
mysteriously disappeared.
| Neither the wealth of her father and
mother nor all the powerful resources
| of the great French republic were able
| to wrest the secret of her whereabouts
from the inscrutable desert that had
swallowed her and her abductOr.
A reward of such enormous proper
| tions was offered that many adven-
turers were attracted to the hunt,
among them Jensen and Malbihn.
This was no case for the modern de-
tective of civilization, yet several of
these threw themselves into the search.
I The bones of some are bleaching be-
Meath the African sun upon the silent
sands Of the Sahara.
81 have come to YOU" explained
General Jacot rs he concluded, "be-
cause our dear admiral tells me that
there is no one in all the world who
is more intimately acquainted with
Central Africa than you.
I'VE did all that love and money and
even government resources could do to
discover her. but all to no avail.
"A week since there came to me in
Paris a swarthy Arab, who called him
self Abdul Kamak. He said that he
had found my daughter and could lead
me 70 her. / took him at once to Ad-
rr,Ixnl Il. L-t,nt svhn I kneR had tray.