EVENING EEDG-EB PHILADELPHIA', THUBSDAY, OCTOBER 21, 1015:
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THE BROAD HIGHWAY
A Tnlo oflMh Century England, Full of the Thrills of Advcnturo and Spirit of Romance
BY JEFFERY FARNOL
f UOOK. II.
rltArTEU XXXVll-(Conllnued),
WrTUfiHi" 8ne whispered, clasping mo
h H tighter, "listen some one it com
. ,,.. Away l0 tho riSht wo coul(J hew
the leaves rustling, as though a strong
Ltnd passed through them; a light fllck-
rML went MMV " -r- -
JJ3 balled faintly:
'"IIWIO
tome." said Charmlan, clasping my
Vj,j "11 US go 10 mcQi mm.
-Kfc Charmlan, no I must see this man
ln. OU niuai. lemo lice, juillglll
L..r YOU Can tufcwi wio mjiiuvii .iitu m
. .4. n In Ttlarbhaathln ai.
the couIlu Mw w .--.... ... w ..
jUchAJd Anstruthcr he Is my friend-tell
Mm everything- "
She down at " eet "I na1
auht my hand to her bosom.
k-1 can't!" she cried, "I can't go and
have you hero alone. I havo loved you
Wrom the very first, and It teems that
Jtch day my lovo has grown until it Is
Wt of me. Oh, Peter! don't send ma
H-y from you It will kill me, I
'lW . . .V .w u
"Betror uiai uinn wie uiudio ui a pns
Sip I exclaimed, and, while I spoke.
I lifted her in my arms. "Oh! I nm proud
-proud to have won such a love as
warslet me try to be worthy of It.
oo4-by, my beloved!" and so I kissed
Itt, ana wouia nave turnea away, DUt
fcer arms clung about me.
"Oh, Peter!" sho sobbed, "If you must
je-lf you will go, call me your wife
tut once, Peter."
The hovering light was much nearer
bow, and the rustle of leaves louder, as
I itooped above her cold hands, and
kliied her trembling fingers.
"Some day," said I, "some day, If
there Is a Just God in heaven, we shall
Kt again; perhaps soon, perhaps late.
Until then, let us dream of that glorious,
widen some day, but now farewell, oh,
TutTlth a broken cry, she drew my head
Sawn upon her breast, and clasped it
Wsses. And so, crying my name, sjie
r..iwt nnrl uns lnsit nmnntr thn Iaqvaci
CHAPTER XXXVIII.
JmHB pallid moon ehono down 'pitilessly
g"J.upon tho dead, white face that stared
Tup at me through its grime and blood.
jwith the same half-tolerant, half-amused
riontempt of me that It had worn In life;
Mho drawn lips seemed to mock me. and
the clenched flats to defy me still; so
I that X shivered, and turned to vatch the
"eneoralng light that danced like a wlll-
goMhe-wIsp among the shadows. Pres-
THE BEASTS Oh: TARZAN
By EDGAR RICE BURROUGHS
ANOTHER STORY ABOUT THE FAMOUS "APE-MAN"
Why It "Tarxan of the Apt" the most popular figure in tho fiction
of today?, Why thould a character who It half man, half brut mo Ingrott
tho reading public? Why thould tho primitive impuhtt of thlt creature
auolrn tuch an inexhauttlble interett, and project Into popular favor thlt
highly imaginative pertonality at he It underttood by Edgar Mice Bur
roughs the novelitt who it retpontlble for him?
Probably the thing that maket Tarxan kin to us all it the fact that
in hit powerful breatt a heart pulted with a pattion ttlrrtd by ferocity
and tenderitett. If you would go again with Tarxan Into the jungle,
begtn thlt ttory.
Tartan crept into public notUm through the paget of the Evening
Ledger where thoutandt of readert have followed him in hit adventures
through the Jungle. The ttory which begint Saturday, In thete columno,
is a fitting tequel to thlt Ape-man't former extraordinary exploitt in
"Tarxan of the Apet," and "The Return of Tarxan."
in my neckcloth; having done which, I
closed tho door.
"What nowr Inquired the Postilion.
"Now you can drive us to Cranbrook."
"what be you a-comln' toot"
"Yes," I nodded; "yes, I am coming
too."
Xord love me!" ho exclaimed, and a
moment later I heard him chirruping to
his horses; the whip cracked and the
chaise lurched forward.
Whether he had some wild notion that
I might attempt to descend and make
my escape before we reached our destina
tion, I cannot say, but he drove at a
furious pace, taking corners at reckless
speed, so that the chaise lurched and
swayed most violently, and more than
once I was compelled to hold that awful
figure down upon the seat before me,
lest It should slide to the floor. On wo
sped, post hedge and tree, by field and
lonely wood. And over in my ears was
the whir of tho wheels, the drumming
of hoofs and the crack of the whip; and
ever the flitting moonbeams danced
ncross that muflled face until It seemed
that the features writhed and gibed at
me berienth the folds of the neckerchief.
And so at last came lights and houses
and the sound of excited voices, as we
pulled up before the Posting House at
Cranbrook. Looking from the window, I
saw a ring of faces with eyes that
gleamed In the light of the lanthorns,
and every eye was fixed on me, and
chaps," he cried, facing the crowd, "this
Is my friend Peter an honest man an
no murderer, as will tell ye 'lsself
this is my friend as I'd go ball for wl'
my life to be a true man; apeak up Peter,
an' tell 'em as" you 'm an honest man an
no murderer." Dut I shook my head.
"Oh, Peter!" he whispered, "speakl
speak!"
"Not here. George," I answered: "It
would be of no avail besides, I can say
nothing to clear myself."
"Nothln', Peter"
"Nothing, George. This man was shot
and killed In the Hollow I found him ly
ing dead I found the empty pistol, and
the Postilion yonder found me standing
over the body. That Is all I have to tell."
"Peter," said he speaking hurriedly be
neath his breath, "oh, Peter! let's run for
It "t would bo main easy for the liko o'
you an" me"
"No, George," I answered; "it would be
worse than useless. But one thing I do
ask of you you who know me so much
hotter than most and it Is, that you will
bid me good-by, and take my hand once
more, George here before all these eyes
that look upon me as a murderer, and"
Before I had finished he had my hand
In both of his nay, had thrown one great
arm protectlngly about me.
"Why. Peter" he began, in a strangely
cracked voice, "oh! man as I love! never
think as I'd believe their lies, an Peter -such
fighters as you an' met a match
j'
"Lord," ho whispered, "Lord love me," and stood, staring,
Itetly it stopped, and a voice hailed once every foot gave back a step as I des-
. i cended from the chaise. And, while I
Hallo!" stood there, the Postilion came with two
In"'11..110" r ca,Ie back; "this way-thls
BJrv!" t . in, i. .!.- .'g.
c -, ll U JULIO WII11H BO.W II1B 1 KUfO
a man whom I at once recognized as
One-tlmA Pnatlllnn KAvln th Ian.
jjjrn of a chaise, and, as he approached,
W struck me that this meeting was very
1251? Uk -ur flr,t ave i0T h,m wh0 ,av
P. the shadOWJI. ftfnrlnv lin at mA with
EjBwInklng eyta.
So ho!" exclaimed the Postilion as he
W6 UD. ralllnir Vila l.nlhnrn that tiA
C'itr'Vlew m9 th8 beUer; "lVn you aBJn.
rT." I nodded,
. well, l flon't like It." he irrumhleil.
Mi Ptlng of each other again like this,
l this 'ere ghasUy place-no, I don't like
jUMoo much like last time to be nafral,
Iku? you n0Wt can't abide onnat'ral
KSr.' K wa" t ax you where my
loiter was, ilka as not you'd tell me 'o
I'M "
Herel" BUM T an mnvtnv mM
OUlted to tha aharinw
RThe Postilion stepped nearer, lowering
UJjantborn, then staggered blindly back-
JJJ1M he whimpered, "Lord love me!"
- aiuoa, siarmg, with dropped Jaw.
I Where Is your chalss?"
L"H render yonder In tho lane," he
" , jus eyes still fixed.
Jhtn help me to carry him there.','
--, uv-i aunm i ,ioucn ii i can-i
W-nnt ma.1"
Sj think ypu will," said I, and took
" Ptttol from tnv nnxLrat
MAta't or.e enoueh for tonleht?" he
ret; "put It away-I'll come-I'll do
K away." 80 I drosced the
hack into my pocket while the
B. Shlverlne vlolntlv. stoooed
!) above the Inanimate figure, and.
wr ump &uran between us, we
' ana Mumbled up the path, ana
the Ian in wlirA MJtnnA a Hlrht
VUlUI dull.
Hn. .... ....
" likely to come to this time.
Kjiuain'r said the Postilion, mop-
"ie sweat from his brow and grin-
With naltfit Una . wa kjid a-nt
' kHrden Into the vchfel! "no. 'e ain't
X to wake up o more, nor yet 'curse
1 ead TDK'-thla side o' Jordan."
, . answered, betlnnln to unwind
W llcelri.ir.iw
jyT It ain't no good to tro a-oandagln"
FW a-blndln lt Mm ,.n 11V vat. AAA luaft'
". -- .... . .IW WM M.- .W ,
ISO." mmlA V .1 ...j - f n ,....
a caalso. t mi.i.,i iv,. i.iiufi r.a
--, a fiiwiiju V. !,,-.. v-
white-faced ostlers, who, between them,
bore a heavy burden through the crowd,
stumbling awkwardly as they went; and,
as men saw that n'cn tney carried,
there came a low, deep sound wordless.
Inarticulate, yet full of menace. But.
above this murmur rose a voice, and I
saw the Postilion push his way to the
steps of the inn. and turn there, with
hands clenched and raised above his head.
"My master Sir Maurice Vlbart Is
killed shot to death murdered down
there In the 'aunted 'Oiler!" he cried,
"and If you axes me who done it, I says
to you 'e did so 'elp me Godl" and.
speaking, he raised bis whip and pointed
at me.
Once more there rose that Inarticulate
sound of menace, and once more .all tyea
were fixed upon me,
'"B was a fine gen'man!" said a voice.
"Ah! so gay an' llght-'cartedi" said
another.
"Ay, ay a generous, open-'anded gen'
men!" said a third.
And every moment the murmur swelled
and grew more threatening; fists were
clenched and stlcKS flourished, so that,
instinctively, I set my back against the
chaise, for it seemed they lacked only
some one to take the Initiative ere they
fell upon me.
The postilion saw this, too, for, with a
shout, he sprang forward, his whip up
raised. But as he did so the crowd was
burst asunder, he was caught by a
mighty arm and Black Oeorge stood be
side me, bis eyes glowing, his fists
clenched, and his hair and beard bris
tling. "Stand back, you chaps," he growled,
"stand back or I'll 'urt some on ye;' be
ye all a lot o' dogs to set on an' worry
one as is all alone?" And then, turning
to me, "What be the matter wl' the fools.
Feterr
"MatterT" cried the Foetlllonj "murder
be the matter my master be murdered
shot to death an' there stands the man
as done it!"
"MurderT" cried George, In an altered
voice; "a murder" Now, as he spoke,
the crowd parted and four ostlera ap
peared, bearing a ,hurdle between them,
and on the hurdle lay a figure, an elegant
figure, whose head and face was still
muffled In my neckerchief, I saw George
start and, like a flash, his glance came
around to my bare throat, and dismay
was In his eyes.
"Teter V he murmured. then he
laughed suddenly and clapped hi hand
down upon my shoulder, ''Look 'ee, you
with dropped jaw.
for double their number let's make a bolt
for ltr-ecodl I want to hit somebody.
Never doubt me, Peter your friend an'
they'd go over like skittles like skittles,
Peter "
The crowd, which had swelled moment
arily, surged, opened, and a man on horse
back pushed his way toward me, a man
In some disorder of dress, as though he
had clothed himself In a hurry.
Hough handB were now laid upon me;
I saw George's flat raised threateningly,
but caught It In my grasp.
"Good-by," said I, "good-by, George,
and don't look so downcast, man," But
we were forced apart, and I was pushed
and pulled and hustled away, through a
crowd of faces whosa eyes damned me
-wherever I looked, along paneled pas
sage ways, and Into a long, aim room,
where sat the gentleman I had seen on
the horse, busily tying his cravat, to
whom I delivered up the pistol,. and an
swered divers questions as well as X might
and by whom, after much jotting ot notes
and memoranda, I was delivered over to
four burly fellows, who, with deep
gravity, and a grip much tighter than
was necessary, once more led me out
Into tho moonlit street, where were people
who pressed forward to stare Into my
face, and people who leaned out of win
dows to stare down upon my head and
many more who followed at my heels.
And thus In much estate I ascended a
flight of worn atone steps Into the church
yard and so by a way of tombs and
graves came at taat to the great square
church-tower Into which I was Incon
tinently thrust, and there very securely
locked up.
CHAPTER, XXXIX.
r? WAS toward evening of the next
day that the door of Eny prison was
opened, and two men entered. The flrst
was a tall, cadaverous-looking Individual
of a melanchQly cast of feature, who,
despite the season, was wrapped In a
long frlexe coat reaching almost to his
heels, .from the poclet of which projected
a shqrt staff, or truncheon. He cams
forward with his hands in his pockets,
and his bony chin on his breast, looking
at me under the brim of a somewhat
weather-beaten hat-that is to say. he
looked at my feet and my hands and my
throat and my chin, but never seemed to
get any higher.
His companion, on the contrary, bustled
forward, and, taping tn familiarly on
the shoulder, looked me over with a
bright, appraising eye.
CONTINUED TOMORROW
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18sJ SCRAPPLE 4&
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Jr0,.,!li'nk U P0""5.1. to l0 two girls at the same timer L t JllW 4aaM!jW
"Not If they know It" l ai . 1 jFtflf H
A Different Matter -. L YW xxxWmxxxxW V
f9 iPLVk City Kdltor-Xoung man. your work A. H.VMaenCj
, iM TCV" 771 nH reporter has been miserable. Un- . .
I r- I J I less you Improve I'll have to put you y . "s"nv - v - "A
I ---a X ) I at writing editorials or book reviews. K r r " T
4 (J jl -Cyl SONGS WITHOUT WORDS -Myy.j.""""
Patient But, doctor, you are not vyv i I v I llN f saRiaLffaHM
asking W for merely taking a cinder Ci V-A v X ' DaK" "9hW. -0 'iX-YkU
out of my eye? S X e V I HflHaWMHnrci P 'TMta
for removing a foreign substance --WA s 1 L Jy J BCIrehL fflaHPbrO il-l
from the cornea. WMfJ'O fcl M.'!. - rN "' rHr,! MSl
Proof Without Doubt vJSyKv' I uAJ' !?". XX V J? HHB A '
. VVOT-' fi&'V V'e' aaaT I 11 WaI
Saaa Y WH rUs T J'?li'S V I J ' YU Kettmff Vtr ba, "M"
aBr 1 C. sW "S M v'fc ft 0 lmm. -V X cou,d menUon Quite a few defects
"How do you know t is my dog that fjMirtNS J rlpT iidflatpJPyf 1
tiV fY'Jtf 11' lO,V0W rl!m5Kfo,yt X&Ss ft00 Lady-Good gracious! What would
y HA TlHUnlfMns -ZjSO1niittf I mMmPo0,c ( Mmmh&$p your mother say if she saw you smok-
3iSillDfflhLi ittllllllllllflllllM Willi nillllllll 1 lllllflDil HHlllllllHIIsllnUlllllinilllaW wiEBhM'luHr a m, 'Cause
feJfOilBlilD MlllllHllllllllllllBllnlalHllliyiyinlllH they're her cigarettes.
A'.ilIuK. rsfflfflflK. A Comic Artist Looking at One of His Own Comics "
Mdll IvMlI I It Making It Right 'j
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She Why do you need a license tary camps. g&KS'r!rJjk vTs. luii'fTiBh ' ?? g7US MVsil
when you want to be married? ,, . ,. , ..... tff&&i&$tyVfjR " . 7 WlK. .. JTVYllfiasS; HI HI
He-Because love is intoxicating. I Dertle-I never could learn to drill. f VS. AvUWAJwIS MM
AND THE WORST IS YET TO COME 3 "Do you know that ugly gentlemen
I ! 1 1 wnt1"1"" yU, 7 t0 ?" wf hInK 'Thatl'.' my brother, madam."
wel1' yu must b8ln at the bottom. ..0h! I beg your pardon; I nttd.wt
U I Son How about swimming. Pa? noticed the resemblance,"
"You seem awfully distant tonight,
Well, why don't ou shorUn that awful 0l4$arcf
u aid.
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