Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1919-07-05
/ ORD GREYsToKE was hunting,


Hedding. Lord Greystoke was i'm
nsaculately and appropriately garbeC
Ito the minutest detail he wa.
vogue. To be sure, he was among
the forward guns, not being consid
cred sporting shot, but what he
lacked in skill he more than made
up in appearance. At the end of the
day he would, doubtless, have many
birds to his credit, since he had two
guns and a smart loadsr-many
more birds than he could eat in a
year, even had he been hungry
which he was not, having but just
arisen from the breakfast table.
The beaters-there were twenty
three of them, in white smocks-
had Just driven the birds into a
patch of gorse, and were now cir
cling to the opposite side that they
might drive down toward the guns.
And far away in matted
equatorial jungle another Lord
Greystoke, the real Lord Grey
stoke, hunted. BY the standards
which he knew, he, too, was vogue
utterly vogue, as was the primal an
cestor before the first eviction. The
day being sultry, the leopard skin
had been left behind. The real Lord
Greystock had not two guns, to be
sure, nor even one, neither did he
have a smart loader; but he pos
sessed something infinitely more
efficacious than guns, or leaders, or
even twenty-three beaters in white
smocks-he possessed an appetite
an uncanny woodcraft, and muscles
that were as steel springs.
Later that day, in England,
Lord Greystoke ate bountifully OF
things he had not killed, and he
drank other things which were un-
corked to the accompaniment of
much noise. He padded his lips
with snowy linen to remove the
faint traces of his repast, quite
ignorant of the fact that he was an
impostor and that the rightful
owner of his noble title was even
then finishing his own dinner in
far-off Africa. He was not using
snowy linen, though. Instead he
drew the back of brown forearm
and hand across his mouth and
wiped his bloody fingers upon his
thighs. Then he moved slowly
through the jungle to the drinking
place, where, upon all fours' ne
drank as drank his fellows, the
other beasts of the jungle.
1t had been at least a moon since
the ape~man had called upon the
Gomangani. Not since he had re-
stored little Tibo to his grief
stricken mother had the whim seized
him to do so. The incident OF the
adopted balu was a closed one to
Tarzan. He had sought to find
something upon which to lavish such
an affection as Teeka lavished upon
her balu, but a short experience OF
the little black boy had made 1t
quite plain to the ape-man that no
such sentiment could exist between
them.
The fact that he had for a time
treated the little black as he might
have treated real balu of his own
had in no way altered the vengetul
sentiments with which he consld,
cred the murderers of Kala. The
Gomangani were his deadly enemies,
nor could they ever be aught else.
Today he looked forward to some
slight relief from the monotony OF
his existence in such excitement as
he might derive from batting the
blacks.
- 1t was not yet dark when he
reached the village and took his
place in the great tree overhanging
the palisade. From beneath came
a great wailing out of the depths OF
a nearby hut. The noise fell DIS
agreeably upon Tarzan's ears-lt
iarred and grated. He did not like
ii, 20 he decided to go away for a
while in the hopes that it might
cease; but though he was gone tor
u couple of hours, the waillng still
continued when he returned.
With the intention Of putting g
violent termination to the ANNOYING
sound. Tarzan slipped silently from
the tree into the shadows beneath
It was just as he was about tt
sprinp forward with savage roal
that a figure appeared in the door
way of the hut. 1t was the figure
of the waller whom he had come u
still, the figure Of young woman
with a wooden skewer through th'
split septum of her nose, with
heavy metal ornament depending
from her lower lip, which it ha'
dragged down to hideous and re
pulsive deformity, with strang
tattooing upon forehead, cheeks
and breasts, and a wonderful Golf
fure built up with mud and wire
A sudden fare of the fire threw
ne grotesque figure into high re
lief, and Tarzan recognized her a
Momaya, the mother of Tibo. TIL
fire also threw out fitful fam
which carried to the shadows wher
Tarzan lurked, picking out his ligh
brown body from the surrounding
darkness. Momaya saw him an
knew him. With cry, she leape'
forward and Tarzan came to NEE