Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1919-01-07
Tarxan and the jewels of Opar
By EDGAR RICE BURROUGHS

we're, even in their fragmentary form,
familiar.
Slowly and painfully recollection
was attempting TO reassert itself; the
hurt brain was mending as the clotted
cause Of its recent failure to function
was being slowly absorbed or removed
by the healing processes OF periect
circulation.
The people who now passed before
his minds eye for the first time In
weeks wore familiar faces. but yet he
could neither place them in the inches
they had once filled in his past life.
nor call them by name. One was a
fair she, and 1t was her a when
most often moved through the tangled
recollections of his convalescing brain.
Who was she? What had she been
to Tarzan OF the Apes?
He seemed to see her about the
very spot upon which the pile OF gold
had been unearthed by the Abyssin.
ians; but the surroundings were
vastly different from those which now
obtained.
There was q building-there were
many bu~ildings-and there were
hedges, fences and flowers. Tarzan
puckered his brow in puzzled study
Of the wonderful problem. For all
instant he seemed to grasp the whole
of a true explanations; and then, 5ust
as success was within his grasp, the
picture faded into q jungle scene.
where a naked white youth danced in
company with a band Of hairy, pri-
mordial ape-things.
Tarzan shook his head n sighed.
Why was it that he could not recol.
lect? At least he was sure that in
some way the pile of gold, the place
where it lay, the subtle aroma Of the
elusive she he had been pursuing.
the memory figure of the white
woman, and he himself were inextric.
ably connected by tho ties of a for
gotten past.
If the pima belonged there, what
better place to search or await her
than tho very spot which his broken
r~ecollcctions seemed to assign to her?
It was worth trying. Tarzan slipped
the thong of the empty pouch over his
shoulder and started off through the
trees in tho direction Of the plain.
At the outskirts of the forest he
met the Arabs returning in search OF
Achmct Eek. Hiding, he let them
pass, and then resumed his way to.
ward the charred ruins Of the home
he had been almost upon the point
of recalling to his memory.
His journey across the plain was
interrupted by the discovery Of a small
herd of antelope in a little sWale,
where the cover and the wind were
well combined TO make stalking easy.
A fat yearling rewarded a half-hour
of stealthy creeping and a sudden.
avag rush, and it was late in tho
afternoon when the ape-man settled
himself upon his launches beside his
kill to enjoy the fruits Of his skill, his
cunning and his prowess.
His hunger satisfied. thirst next
claimed his attention. The river lured
him by the shortest path toward its
refreshing waters, and when he had
drunk night already had fallen, and
he was some half-mile or more down.
stream from the point where he had
seen the pile of yellow ingots. and
where he hoped to meet the memory
woman or find some clue to her
Whereabouts or her identity.
To the jungle.brcd, time is usually
a matter of small moment, and haste.
except when engendered by terror, by
rage, or by hunger, Is distasteful. To.
day was gone. Therefore tomorrow,
of which there was an infinite pro-
cossion, would answer admirably for
Tarzan's further quest.
And. Furthermore. the ape.man was
tired and would sleep.
A tree afforded him the safety. Sc
clusion and comforts of a WE'LL
appointed bedchamber. and to the
chorus Of the hunters and the hunted
Of the wild riverbank he soon dropped
off into deep slumber.
Morning found him both hungry
and thirsty again, and, dropping from
his tree, he made his way to the
drinking place at the rivers edge.
There he found Numa. the lion. ahead
of him. The big fellow was tapping
the waters g~reedily; and at the Up.
proach of Tarzan along the trail in
his rear, he raised his head and, turn
ing his gaze backward across his
named shoulders, glared at the in
truder.
CTO BE CONTINUED