The Lamar register., 1921-04-06

"A Princess of
Mars
By Edgar Rice Burrsushs
Auther sf
Tarzan Of the Apes
Illustrations by Irwin Myers
Illustrations by Irwin Myers
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there she $1,000 throughout int cdHfIict
with Soln AT her back peering over her
shoulder. Her face was SET and emo
tiOnless and knew that she did not
recognize me, nor did SolH.
Finally q lucky cut brought down O
second guardsman and then. with only
two opposing me. | changed my tactics
and rushed them down after the
fashion Of my fighting that had Won
me many victory. The IhIrd feil
within ten seconds after the second,
and the last lay dead upon the hl"ody
moor q few moments later They were
brave men and noble hghi-rs. and II
yrieved me that had iseen forced 10
kill them. bur { would hns. willingly
depopulBted all Barsoom could ! have
reached the side of my Delah Thnris
In no other way.
Sheafbine my bloody blade I ad-
vdnced toward my Martian princess.
who sim stood mutely gazing al me
without sign of recognition.
"who are you. Zodnngan?" she Wills
pered. Another enemy TO harsss me
In my misery7''
cherished friend
mo friend of Heiium's princess
wears thar metal" she replied. and
yet the voice have heard II before;
II 10 not-it cannon be-no. for he 10
dead"
1T is. though. my princess. none 9th
er than John Carter" I said "Do you
not recognize. even through paint and
strange metal. the heart Of your chief
tsinr'
A. ! came close to her she swayed
toward me with ouistretched hands.
but as reached to take her 10 my
arms she drew back with q shudder
and little moan Of misery.
TOO late. too late" she grieved.
-Oh, my chieftain that WAS and whom
! thought dead. had you but returned
one little hour before-but now It IL
too late. too late
what do you mean. Dejsb Thorisf"
cried THAT you would moi have
promised yourself to the Zodangan
prince had you known that ! iivedT'
Think you. John Carter. that
would give my heart 10 you yesterday
and today to anotherf ! thought that
II lay buried with your ashes In the
pits Of Warhoon. and so today ! have
promised my body to another tn save
my people from the curse of q vic
torfous ZOdangan army. I AIN as good
~ married. John Carter No longer
may you call me your princess No
longer are you my chieftaln."
y know but little Of your customs
here upon Barsoom, DeJsh ThorIs. hut
! do know that love you. and II you
meant the last words you spoke 10 me
that day as the hordes OF worhoon
were ch rging down upon Us. no other
man shall ever claim you as his bride.
You meant them then. my princess
and you mean them still Say that IL
10 true"
Il meant them. John Carter" she
whispered 81 cannot repeat them nav.
for have given myself 70 another All.
II you had only known our ways. my
friend" she continued half 10 herself.
the promise would have been yours
long months ago. and you could have
-iHimed me before all others"
Then aloud she said: DO you re-
meruber the night when you offended
'ucf IOu CuHcu NE your princess
without having asked my hand Of me.
and then you boasred that you had
fought for me. You did not know, and
] should not have been offended: I see
that now. But there was no one TO tell
you. what ! could not. that upon Bar
soom there are two kinds OF women In
the cities Of the red men. The one they
dght for that they may ask them 10
marriage: the other kind they fight for
also. but never ask their hands. When
Q man has won q woman he may ad.
dress her as his princess. or In any OF
the several terms which signify posses.
sion. You had fought for me. hut had
never asked me In marriage, and so
when you called me your princess. you
&c." she faltered, "I was hurt. bur
even then, John Carter. did not re-
pulse you. as ] should have done. until
you made II doubly worse by tanning
me with having won me through com.
bat."
Il do not need ask your forgiveness
now. Dejah ThOris," ! cried. You
must know that my fault was OF
Ignorance Of your Barsooinian customs.
What ] failed to do through implicit
belief that my petition would he pre-
sumptuous and unwelcome. do now,
De1ah Thoris; l ask you to he my wife,
nd BY all the virginian lighting blood