The Connecticut labor news., 1921-10-21
"A Princess of Mars uIIIIIIIL by EDGAR RICE BURROUGHS IIINIIIIIN
Copyright, A. C. McClurg & Company.

CT attitudes of the roof tops. '':, ave- ] nues and plazaS of Helium were filled witE people. All business had ceased. For the most part the people looked bravely into the face of their unalter- able doom. Here and there, however, men and women gave way to quiet grief
 Toward the middle of the day many of the weaker commenced to succumb and within an hour the people of Bar soom were sinking by thousands into the unconsciOusness which precedes death by asphyxiation. Dejah Thoris and I with the other members of the royal family had col lected in a sunken garden within an inner courtyard of the palace. The l little incubator had been brought from the roof of our palace at request of Dejah Thoris and she sat gazing long ingly upon the unknown little life that now she would never know. AS it was becoming perceptibly diff ficult to breathe Tardos MOrs arose. saying:
 Let us bid each other farewell. The days of the greatness Of BarSoom are over. TomorrOw's sun will look down upon a dead world which through all eternity must go swinging through the heavens peopled not even by mem ories. It is the end"
 He stopped and kissed the women of his family, and laid his strong hand upon the shoulders of the men,
 AS 1 turned sadly from him my eyes fell upon Dejah ThoriS Her head was dropping upon her breast, to all ap- pearances she was lifeleSS. With cry I sprang to her and raised her in my arms.
 Her eyes opened and looSed into mine.
 Kiss me. John Carter" she mur- mured "I love you! I love you! It is cruel that we must be torn apart who were just starting upon life of love and happiness"
 As pressed her dear lips to mine the old feeling of unconquerable DOW CT and authority rose in me. The fight ing blood of Virginia sprang to life in my veins.
 Tt shall not be, my princess" l cried. '"There is. there must be some way, and John Carter. who has fought his way through strange world for love of you. will find it."
 And with my words there crept above the threshold of my conscious mind a series of nine long forgotten sounds Like a flash of lightning in the darkness their full purport dawned upon me-the key to the three great doors of the atmosphere plant!
 Turning suddenly toward Tardos Mors as I still claSped my dying love to my breast I cried:
 "A flyer, Jeddak! Quick! Order your swiftest flyer to the palace top. I can save BarsOom yet"
 He did not wait to question, but in an instant a guard was racing to the nearest dock and though the air was thin and almost gone at the rOOftop they managed to launch the fastest one-man, airscout machine that the skill of Barsoom had ever produced.
 Kissing Dejah Thoris a dozen times and commanding WOOla, who would have followed me, to remain and guard her I bounded with my old agility and strength to the high ramparts of the palace, and in another moment l was headed toward the goal of the hopes of all BarSOOm.
 had to fly low to get sufficient air to breathe. but I took straight course across an old sea bottom and so had to rise only few feet above the ground.
 I travelled with awful velocity, for my errand was a race against time with death. The face of Dejah Thoris hung always before me. AS I turned for a last look as I left the palace gar den I had seen her Stagger and sink upon the ground beside the little incu- bator. That she had dropped into the last coma which would end in death, if the air supply remained unreplen- iShed, 1 we'll knew, and sO throwing caution to the winds, l flung over- board everything but the engine and compass, even to my ornaments, and lying on my belly along the deck with one hand on the steering wheel and the other pushing the speed lever to it's last notch split the thin air of dying Mars with the speed of meteor
 An hour before dark the great walls of the atmosphere plant loomed sud denly before me, and with a sickening thud I plunged to the ground before the small door which was withholding the spark of life from the inhabitants of an entire planet.
 Beside the door great crew Of men had been laboring to pierce the wall, but they had scarcely scratched the f1intlike surface, and now most of them lay in the last sleep from which not even air would awaken them.
 Conditions seemed much worse here than at Helium, and 1t was with diff culty that I breathed at all. There were a few men still conscious, and to one of these I spoke.
 "If I can open these doors is there a man who can start the engines?" I asked.
 "I can," he replied, If you open quickly. I can last but few moments more. But it is useless, they are both dead and no one else upon BarSOOm knew the secret of these awful locks. For three days men crazed with fear have surged about this portal in vain attempts to solve it's mystery"
 I had no time to talk. was becom- ing very weak and it was with diff culty that 1 controlled my mind at all
 But with a final effort as I sank