Iron County record. [volume] (Cedar City, Utah) 1893-1982, 1921-07-22
Continued from Last Week.

ness left her sweet countenance to be
replaced by a smile Of joyful welcome.
as she placed her little right hand up
on my left shoulder In true red Mar
tian salute.
II think they have been trying to
keep us apart" she said, "for when
ever you have been OFF duty one OF
the older women Of Tars Tarkas' ret
inue has always arranged to trump
up some excuse 10 get Sofa and me
out Of sight. They have had me down
In the pits below the buildings help
Ing them mix their awful radlum pow
der, and make their terrible projectiles.
You know that these have to be man.
ufactured by artificial light, as expos
ure TO sunlight always results In an
explosion. You have noticed that their
bullets explode when they strike an
object2 Well, the Opaque, outer coat
Ing is broken by the impact, exposing
glass cylinder, almost solid, In the
forward end of which is minute par
ticle OF radlum powder. The moment
the sunlight, even though diffused
strikes this powder 1t explodes with
violence which nothing can with
stand"
While | was much interested I'm
Dejah Thorls' explanation Of this Won
derful adjunct TO Marian warfare,
was more concerned by the immediate
problem OF their treatment Of her
That they we're keeping her away from
me was not matter for surprise, but
that they should subject her to dan
gerous and arduous labor filled me
with rage.
'IIave they ever subjected you 10
cruelty and lgnominy, Dejah ThorisT
asked, feeling the hot blood Of my
fighting ancestors leap in my veins
as | awaited her reply.
"Only I'm little ways, John Carter"
she answered Nothing that can
harm me sIisldc my pride. AT heart
i'py hate cir horrid fates, and so
wreak their poor spite on me who
stands for everything they have not,
and for all they most crave and never
can attain. Let us pity them, my
chieftaln, for even though we die at
their hands we can afford pity. since
we are greater than they and they
knoT It,"
IL presume II Is the better part of
wisdom that we bow to our fate with
as good grace as possible. Dejah Thor
Is; but ] hope, nevertheless, that may
be present the next time that any
Marian, green, red, pink, or violet.
has the temerity to even so much as
frown on you, my princess"
Dejah Thorls caught her breath at
my last words, and gazed upon me
with dlated eyes and quickening
breath. and then. with an odd little
laugh, which brought roguish dim
pies to the corners OF her mouth. she
shook her head and cried:
what child! A great warrior
and yet stumbling child"
"What have done now?" ! asked,
In sore perplexity.
"Some day you shall know, John
Carter, Il we live; but l may not tell
you. And !, the daughter of Mors
KAYAK. son Of Tardos Mors. have
listened without anger" she solilo-
quized In conclusion.
Then she broke out again Into one
Of her gay, happy. laughing moods;
Joking with me on my prowess as
Thank warrior as contrasted with my
soft heart and natural kindness.
was very curious to know what
had said or done to cause her so
much perturbation a moment before
and so continued TO lmportune her
TO enlighten me.
"No," she exclaimed, ut IS enough
that you have said 1t and that | have
listened. And when you learn, John
Carter, and If be dead, as likely
enough shall be ere the further moon
has clrcled Barsoom another twelve
times, remember that listened and
that I-smiled"
1t was all Greek TO me, but the more
begged her to explain the more pos.
tive became her denials of my re-
quest, and, so, In very hopelessness,
i desisted.
The chill of the Marian night was
upon US, and removing my silks threw
them across the shoulders OF DeJsh
ihoTlS' as my arm IeSt0u lot un III
slant upon her i felt a thrill pass
through every fiber OF my being as
such contact with no other mortal
had ever produced and II seemed 10
me that she had leaned slightly to-
ward me, but Of that / was not sure,
] loved Dejah ThOris. The touch
Of my arm upon her naked shoulder
had spoken to me in words ! could
not mistake, and knew that had
loved her since the first moment that
my eyes had met hers that first time
in the plaza of the dead city of Kor-
ad.
My first impulse was TO tell her of
my love, and then | thought OF the
helplessness of her position wherein
/ alone could Tighten the burdens OF
her captivity, and protect her In my