Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1919-01-08

gian felt q heavy body hurtle onto thu
rump Of his terror-stricken mount. The
horse. snorting, leaped forward. Clam
arms encircled the rider, and In the
twinkling of an eye he was dragged
from his saddle to the narrow trail b,
a naked white giant.
Recognition came to Werper will
the first glance at his captor's face
and a pallor of fear overspread his
features. Strong fingers were at his
throat, fingers of steel. He tried t.
cry out, to plead for his life. bu'
the cruel fingers denied him speech
as they were as surely denying min
life.
THE pretty pebbles?" cried the mar
upon his breast. what did you with
the pretty pebbles-with Tarzan'
pretty %pebbles?"
The fingers relaxed to permit OF 9
reply. For some time Werper coult
only choke and cough-at last he re
gained the powers Of speech.
"Achmet Eek, the Arab, stole them
from mel" he cried. HE made me
give UP the pouch and the pebbles"
II saw all that" replied Tarzan
but the pebbles in the pouch were moi
the pebbles of Tarzan-they were only
such pebbles as fll the bottoms Of the
rivers, and the shelving banks beside
them. Even the Arab would not have
them, for he threw them away IT
anger when he had looked on them. Il
is my pretty pebbles that I want
where are they?"
II do not know; I do not know
cried Werper. II gave them to Ach
met Eek, or he would have killed me
A few minutes later he followed me
| o1nrp <1,n %ratI xD e1a.t r,a aI&11,,rA -
had promised to modest me no further
pouch was not upon his person, anc
though I searched about the jungle
for some time. I could not find It,"
II found 1t. I tell you," growled Tar
zan,' and I also found the pebbles
| which Achmet Eek had thrown away
in disgust. They were not Tarzan's
pebbles. You have hidden them! Tel
me where they are, Or / will kill you,'
and the brown fingers of the ape.mar
closed a little tighter upon the throat
Of his victim.
Werper struggled to free himself
my God, Lord Greystoke," he man
aged to scream. would you commit
murder for a handful Of stones?"
The fingers at his throat relaxed: a
puzzled, far.away expression s%oftened
the gray eyes.
Lord Greystoke!" repeated the ape
man. Lord Greystoke! Who is Lord
Greystoke? Where have I heard that
name before?"
"Why. man. you are Lord Grey,
stoke!" cried the Belgian. you were
injured by falling rock when the
earthquake shattered the passage ia
the underground chamber to which
you and your black Waziri had come
to fetch golden ingots back TO your
bungalow. The blow shattered your
memory. You are John Clayton, Lord
Greystoke-don't you remember.
John Clayton, Lord Greystoke!" re
peated Tarzan. Then for a moment
he was silent. Presently his hand
went f~alteringly to his forehead. an ex
preston of wonderment filled his eyes
of wonderment and sudden under.
standing. The forgotten name had
reawakened the returning memory
that had been struggling to reassert
itself. The ape.man relinquished his
grasp upon the throat of the Belgian
and leaped to his feet.
Cod" he cried. and then, "Jane!'
Suddenly he turned toward Werper.
my wife," he asked. What has be.
come Of her? The farm Is in ruins,
You know. You have had something
to do with all this. You followed me to
Opar: you stole the Jewels which |
thought but pretty pebbles. You are a
crook! Do not try to tell me that
YOU are not"