EVENING LEDGER PHILADELPHIA, FRIDAY, OCTOBER 22, 1915:
17
THE BDOAD HIGHWAY
VTnla of 19th Century England, Full of tho Thrills of Adventure and Spirit of Romance
BOOK It.
rHAFTBIl XXXlX-(Contlnued).
t'Er mo, Jeromyl" said he, address
s - ,ia saturnine friend? "s'elp me, It
hct see a pore rhlsfort'nale cove more
l.Ici mind an' fancy-nice an' tall an
EJ M-leg gert-twelvo atone If a pound
I v..foot drop now-or say nve foot six,
P"i n go off as sweet aa a bird: ah!
n ..? . e.M It. mv covey not a
V$tt a lectio lightish round tho wind
Jr? gor-P-but, Lord, It's goon over.
?? lookln' a bit pnlo round the sills.
T!l cove, but, Lord! that only nat'ral,
r'lterc M produced from the depths
& kneath his agile fingers
"t. i.. .niir General 'call
BY JEFFERY FARNOL
J?1?0: J.Houa pocket something that gilt
Btt."-...!!. ht anile fingers. "And 'ow
I ,Zht be your general 'calth, young
" ho went on affably, "bobbish. I
r nfalr an' uonmi.ni- jb no spokc,
i i.h a sudden, dexterous motion, he had
' -.need something upon my wrists, so
Sickly that, at the contact of the cold
T..I I started, ana as x am bo, ome-
fac Jlnsled faintly,
,"liKL,! h exclaimed, clapplnu me on
a. ihoolder again, but nt tho same tlmo
r - .h.rn Flntirn nt mv shackled
dts-"there now we're nil 'appy an
Smfortablcl I see as you're a covo as
."" . ... .!.. on' nnlM. nn'nn lone
- doI'm your friend Pob'a my
me an" bobbish Is my natur'. iMt&l
h.'wav I've seen mlsfort'nate coves
JIB '. ..... t ,L. krn..nlt' (
t..,.. on at Bigut " mii, M.,v. .
L .11.1 nnt.rairrmis! But 0U why.
ntwiiB. "- --"--7.:. ..-.. ,.iv
i're a dinerem. Kianej juu ib uV m.iu,
1 ' t... .i mi nv. .tjwmvr'
K'DonTlIko 'Is eyel" growled that ln
S!tw mind Jeremy," winked the
Sillier "It's Just 'Is per-wersencss. Lord!
twhV e nnds fault wl' tho Pope o' Home,
t"fct O'CMlde OB in mc nun. u 'i.u
ores kiss 'Is toe-l've 'card Jeremy work
JZtM up over tho Pope an' a pint o'
ftTrter. till you'd 'avo thought-"
"Ain't wo never a-goln' to start?" In-
-aired Jeremy, staring out. 01 mo win-
Isow. with his back to us.
fe'And where," said I, "whero might you
K.. JalHncr me?"
ft "Why, since you ax, my covey, we 'm
ia.Ukln' you whero you'll be took good
.... ,.n. whero you'll feed well, and 'ave
ftatlce done on you trust ua for that.
feTbouKh, to bo sure, I'm sorry to take
Pyou fKm such proper quarters as inese
fc'ere-nice ana uu , u,....
. "Ah! an' wl' a fine view o the
failves!" growled Jeremy, lending the
nerir out.
HiT Tn the streci bioou a cmuo im uu,,
tLuxrounded by a pushing, Jostlng throng
;ef jntn, women ana cnuorcn, who, suh-b-Itiac
slsht of mo between the Bow Street
Ivsunners, forgot to push and Jostle, and
raMred ai me wiin nvnj tyo wuv.,
flier possessed, until I was hidden In the
faale.
? "Rlsht awayl" growled Jeremy, shut-
UttliiS the ccor with a bang.
K fWJioal" roared a voice, and a great.
, j4Vi,V'en neaa was inrusi in m "
iahiw' Tu a hand reached down and
rptea mine.
JA pipe an uaccy, x-cici num mo, a.
k o" rum Simon's best, from Simon:
Kn.hlc.ken sanc-wldces. from my Prue."
RThls as he passed in each article through
toe window. "And" I wero to say, peter,
ftrwe are all wl' you ever an' over, an
I were likewise to tell 'ee as 'ow Prue'U
! for 'ee oftener than before, an'
fo41" he broke oft, tho tears running
5"d5wft his face, "there were a lot more.
IsoCTve forgot It all, only, Peter, me an-
hSKnon be goln' to geta lawyer chap for
. 'ee, an' oh, man, Peter, say the word,
ttn' I'll have 'ee out o this In a twlnklln'
rn' we'll run for It
iJBut, even as I Bhook my head, the post
bey's whin cracked, and the horses
tonnced forward.
f''Ooodby, George!" I cried, "good-by,
Fiear fellow!" and the last I saw of him
f trig as he stood rubbing his tears away
(with one fist and shaking tho other after
fte chaise.
CHAPTER XL.
W,ABOTTI.D o rum!" said the man
I i. Bob, and taking it up, very an-
fjjifscted of eye, he removed the cork.
llHed at it, tasted It, took a gulp, and
'kended It over to his companion, who
ftlto looked at It, sniffed at and tasted
Ilki 'And what d'ye make o' that, Jer
ky?"
Eh .... . .. ... , - J
losiea Deuer aiora now: growieu
Jeremy, "and Immediately took another
WIV .. .... ..
p&ns-wiages, 1001 purauea me iiii
.bod, in a ruminating tone, "an' I ai
&' was partial to chicken I" and, forth
Fvlth, opening the dainty parcel, he help
ted himself, and his companion also.
E "What d'va make o them. Jeremy?"
Bit Inquired, munching.
ix rye eat wusa!" rumbled Jeremy, also
nwnehlng.
fcTcung cove, they does you credit,"
mI4 the man Bob, nodding to me with
t urbanity, "great credit there aln t
wy mlsfort'nates as can per-Jooco such
ine-wWges as them, though, to be sure.
Ifteyaeats uncommon quick 'old 'ard
iere, Jeremy " But, Indeed, the sand-
pjres were already only a memory,
eiore his urow grew black, and he
m at the still munching Jeremy, who
his looka with his usual imDen-
We gloom.
."A, pipe and 'Unocal" mused the man
1, after we had ridden some while In
nee, and, with the same serene un-
ciouiness of manner, he took the
filled it. llchted It. and miffed with
air of dreamy content.
Jeremy is a good-lsh sort," he began,
IM a complacent flourish of tho pipe,
s-rood-leh sort, but croes-gralned Lord!
ng covo, 'la cross.gralnedness Is
U4 -only by 'la per-werseness, and
e wny7 'cause e' don't smoke (go
' wf the rum. Jeremy!) there's nothln'
a pipe o' "Dacca, to sootha such things
y (I KOt ihv eve on ve. Jeremy!! .
i .there's nothln like a pipe o' 'bacca.
ai me i were tho per-wersest In-
that ever was, till I took to emokln',
today. Whntftvpr T ntn T ain't nur.
&, nor yet cross-grained, 'and many
iwion nate cove, as la now no more
Went over m at iurtln'"
jThey generally always' do!" growled
"W uncorking the rum bottle with
.teeth.
2No, jerry, no." returned the other,
wg out a cloud of smoke: 'Unls-
nates ain't nil Jhe ame (arter you
"' oomeij you 'ave cryers ana
neni, and I'ray-ers, and Silent Ones,
the silent coves is the dangerousest
r you wr the bottle, Jeremy!)-now
my covey, he went on, tapping my
1 rntlt, M.li. t.1. Ru. m m..
Aft w. mill Him WJfO-Hlll, H
ft exactly talkative. In fact not wlah-
oiiense, i might say as you was
W to be one o the Silent Ones. Not
oiaa that aealn' you far from it.
yOU remlntfji n r9 vAiinw aiita ob
Mhe misfort'n to get Msself took for
rj, ana who arter me a-talkln' ana
Mtln' to Mm In my pleasant way
nu managed to commit aooiciae
Hijr yery no which wr 'ardly
or even resBsetaule. eonslderln'
ryou wl the bottle, Jeremyl)"
) Xatjlflr llrht nf AV&Mfn. MLAJlBUrlkii !
Jnts with his thumb, an4 extended It
fvmgiy toward his comrade' reaay
but It never got there, for, at that
nt, the chatte lnrckftd vtelentlv
r Was a orv. a. uIIbIhIm' at irUaa.
.'r4h and I waa lying, half atunned.
mien, uiniivg to ino cnorus or
tJSS, aild crliuK that vsiaA trtm tliA rlnild
Llt Where th lriMen4 horses rear-
r and hlimmj
l"" Ion a I ramiilMj tlnia T rnnnnt
i UUtrf all at ntwi. T ttsunit mvmelt iitAn
' '"ft, running down the road for, haiy
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4 t iii lt W 0IHIJJ VfAf V J
THE BEASTS OF TARZAN
By EDGAR RICE BURROUGHS
ANOTHER STORY ABOUT THE FAMOUS "APE-MAN"
Why h "Tarzan of the Apmt" the mo$t popular figure in the fiction
of today? Why thould a character who it half man, half brute to ingrott
the reading public? Why thould the primitive impuliet of thit creature
awaken tuch an inexhauttlble interett, and project into popular favor thit
highly imaginative pertonality at he it underttood by Edgar Rice Bur
rough, the novelitt who it retpontible for him?
Probably the thing that maket Tjrxan kin to ut all it the fact that
in hit powerful breait a heart pulted with a pattion ttirred by ferocity
and tendernett. If you would go again with Tarxan Into the jungle,
begin thit ttory.
Tarxan crept into public notice through the paget of the Evening
Ledger where thoutand of readere Kave followed him in hit advtnturet
through the jungte. The ttory, which begint tomorrow in thete columns,
a fitting ttquel to thit Ape-man't former extraordinary exploitt in
"Tarxan of the Apet," and "The Return of Tarxan."
b
SCRAPPLE
n
pistol, and a bullet sang over my head:
and then I knew they were nfter me, for
I could hear tho patter of their feet upon
tho hard road.
Now, as I ran, my brain cleared, but
this only served me to appreciate tho dif
ficulty of eluding men so seasoned and
hardy as my pursuers; moreover, the
handcuffs galled my wrists, and the short
connecting chain hampered my move
ments considerably, and I .saw that, upon
this straight level, I must soon bo run
down, or shot from behind.
Glancing back, I beheld them some hun
dred yards or so away, elbows In, heada
up, running with that long, free stride
that speaka of endurance. I Increased
the pac tho ground flew beneath mo,
but when I glanced again, though tho
man Bob had dropped back, the Batur
nlne Jeremy ran on, no nearer, but no
farther than beforV
Now, ns I went, I presently espied that
for which I had looked a gate set In
the midst of the hedge, but It was closed,
and never did a gate, before or since,
appear quite ,so high and Insurmountable;
but. with the desperation of despair, I
turned, ran at It and sprang, swinging
my arms above my head as I did so. My
foot grazed the top bar down I came,
slipped, stumbled, regained my balance,
and i an on over the springy turf. I heard,
a crash behind ma, an oath, a second pis
tol barked, and Immediately It seemed
that a hot Iron seared my forearm, and
glancing dowji, I naw the skin cut and
b'eedlng. but, finding lt.no worse, breath
ed a sigh of thankfulness and ran on.
By that lean I had probably gained
pome twenty yards; I would nurse my
strength, therefore. If I could once gain
the woodsl How far off were thoy?
half a mile, a mile? well, I could run
that easily, thanks to my hardy life.
Stay! what was that sound behind me
the fall of flying feet, or the throbbing
of my own heart? I turned my head;
the man Jeremy was within 12 yards of
me lean and spare, his head thrust for
ward, he ran with the long, easy stride of
a greyhound.
So It was to be a question of endurance?
Well, I had caught my second wind by
now. I set my teeth and, clenching my
firsts, lengthened my stride.
And now, indeed, the real struggle be
gan. My pursuer had long ago aban
doned his coat, but his boots were heavier
and clumsier than those I wore; but then,
again, my confining shackles seemed, to
contract my cnesi; ana me nanucuus
galled my wrlsta cruelly.
On I went, scattering nocKs of scamper
ing sheep, past meditating cows, who
started up, puffing out snorts of perfume;
scrambling through hedges, over gate
and stile and ditch, with eyes upon the
distant woods full of the purple gloom
of evening, and. In my ears, the muffled
thud! thud! thud! thud! of the pursuit,
sometimes seeming much nearer and
sometimes farther off, but always the
same rhythmic, remorseless thud! thud!
thud! thud!
On, and ever on, climbing steep up
lands, plunging down precipitous slopes,
past brawling brooks and silent pools all
red and gold with sunset, past oak and
ash and thorn on and on, with ever those
thudding footfalls close behind. And, as
we ran, It seemed to me that our feet
beat out a kind of cadence his heavy
shoes and my lighter ones.
Thud! thud! pad! pad! thud! thud!
pad! pad! until they would suddenly be
come confused and mingle with each
other.
One moment It seemed that I almost
loved the fellow and the next that I bit
terly hated him. Whether I had gained
or not, I could not tell; to look back
was to lose ground.
The woods wero close now, so close
that I fancied I heard tho voice of their
myriad leaves calling to mo encouraging
me. But my breath was panting thick
and short, my stride was less sure, my
wrists were raw and bleeding, and the
ceaseless Jingle of my chain maddened
mo.
Thud! thud! untiring, persistent
thud! thud! the pulse at my temples
throbbed In time with It. my breath
panted to it. And surely It was nearer,
more distinct yes, he had gained on me
In the last half-mile but how much? I
cast a look over my shoulder; It was but
a glance, yet I saw that he had lessened
the distance between us by half. His face
shone with sweat his mouth was a line
his nostrils broad and expanded his eyes
staring and shot with blood, but he ran
on with the same long easy stride that
was slowly but surely wearing roe down.
We were descending a long, grassy
slope, and, I stumbled, more than once,
and rolled In my course, but on came
those remorseless footfalls thud! thud I
thud! thud 1 strong and sure as ever.
He was nearlng me fast he was close
upon me closer within reach of me. I
could hear his whistling breaths, and
then, all at once, I was down on hands
and knees; he tried to avoid me-falled,
and, shooting high over me, thudded down
upon the grass.
Tor a moment he lay still, then, with
a Rroan, he rolled over and, propping
himself on his arm, thrust a hand into
his bosom; but I hurled myself upon him,
and, after a brief struggle, twisted the
pistol from hla grasp, whereupon he
groaned again.
"Hurt?" I pantedi
"Arm broke, I think." he growled, and
forthwith burst out into a torrent of
curses.
"Does It hurt so much:" I panted.
"Ah! but It ain't that," he panted back;
"It's me a-lettln' of you work off' a
moldy old trick on me like that
there
"It was my only chance," said I, sit
ting down beside him to regain my wind.
"To think," he growled, "o' me beln'
took In by a "
"But you are a great runner!" said I,,
"A great fool, you mean, to be took In
by a "
"You have a long Walk back, and your
arm will be painful-'
"And serve me right for beln' took In
by-"
"If you will lend me your neckerchief,
J, think I can make your arm more com
prtable." said I. He ceased cursing to
slare at me, slowly and awkwardly ua
wound the article Il question, and passed
it to me, Tfc-ereyson, haying locaWa the.
fracture, I contrived a rough splint with
a piece of wooa lying near; which done,
he thanked me, Jn a burst of profanity,
and rose,
"I've see worse cevt bo you!" said
h. ''and one good turn desarvln' another
-lie snu all day, and travel by nteht,.
and keep to ine pn tins ami no
common case, there'll b a, thousand
pound on your ead afore the week
out-M look jrj, my coyer wyiug
which, he nodded, turned upon his heel,
aim siroae away, cursing to himself.
Now, presently, as I went, I heard the
merry ring and clink of hammer and
anvil, and. guided by tho sound, camo
to a tumbledown smithy where was a
man busily nt work, with a shock-headed
boy at tho bellows. At sight of mo the
smith set down his hammer and Btared
open-mouthed, ns did also the shock
headed boy.
"How long would It take you to llle
off these shackles?" I Inquired, holding
out my hands.
"To to file 'cm oft?"
"Yes."
"Why, that-that depends-"
"Then do It as soon aa you can." Upon
this, the man turned his back to me
and began rummaging among his tools,
with his head very near that of tho shock
headed boy, until, having found a Hie
suitable to tho purpose, he set to work
upon my handcuffs. But he progressed so
slowly, for one reason and another, that
I began to grow impatient; moreover,
noticing that tho shock-headed boy had
disappeared, I bade him desist.
"A cold chisel and hammer will be
quickest," said I; "come, cut me off this
chain here, close up to the rivets." And,
when ho had done this, I took his file,
and thrusting It beneath my coat, sot off,
running my hardest, leaving him to stare
after me, with his eyes nnd mouth wider
than ever.
Tho sun was down when I reached the
woods, and here, In the kind shadows, I
stayed awhile to rest, and rid myself or
my handcuffs; but when I felt for the
file to do so It was gone.
CHAPxWH XLI.
JUSTLY to narrate nil that befell me
during my flight and Jouriley to Lon
don would fill many pages, and, therefore,
as this book of mlno Is already of a
magnitude far beyond my first expecta
tions, I shall hurry on to the end of my
story.
Acting upon the advice of the saturnine
Jeremy, I lay hidden by day and traveled
by night, avoiding tho highway. But In
so doing I became so often Involved In
the maze of cross-roads, bylands, cow
paths and cart-tracks that twice the dawn
found me as completely lost as though
I had been set down In the midst of tho
Sahara. I thus wasted much time nnd
wandered many miles out of my way;
wherefore, to put an end to these futile
rambllngs I set my face westward, hop
ing to strme the high road somewhere
between Tonbrldge nnd Sevenoaks; de
termined rather to run the extra chance
of capture than follow haphazard these
tortuous and Interminable byways.
It was, then, upon tho third night since
my escape that, faint and spent with
hunger, I Baw before me the welcome
sight of a finger-post, and, hurrying for
ward, eager to learn my whereabouts.
came full upon a man who sat beneath
the finger-post, with a hunch of bread
and meat upon his knee, which he was
eating by means of a clasp-knife.
Now, I had tasted nothing save two
apples all day, and but little the day be
forethus, at sight of this appetizing
food, my hunger grew, and Increased to
the point of desire before which pru
dence vanished and caution flew away,
Therefore, I approached tho man, with
my eyes upon his bread and meat.
Hut, as I drew nearer, my attention was
attracted by something white that was
nailed up against tho finger-post, and I
stopped dead, with my eyes riveted by
a word printed in great black capitals,
and stood oblivious alike of the man who
had stopped eating to stare at me and
the bread and meat that he had set
down upon the grass; for what I saw was
this:
a. n.
MUHDEIt
600 ItEWAHD
Whereas, PETEft ' SMITH, black
smith, late of SISSINQHURST, In the
countv of Kent, suspected of the crime
of WILFUL MURDER, did, upon the
Tenth, of August last, make his en
capo from his gaolers, upon the Ton
bridge rond, somewhere between SIS
BINQHimST and PEMBRY; (he
above REWARD, namely, PIVH
HUNDRED POUNDS, will be paid
to such person or persons who shall
give such INFORMATION as shall
lead to the ARREST, and APPRE
HENSION of the aforesaid PETER
SMITH. In the furtherance of which,
Is hereunto added a Just and close
description of the same VIZ. He Is
six foot tall, and a sizable ROGUE.
His hair, black, his eyes dark and
piercing. Clad, when last seen, tn a
worn velveteen Jacket, knee-breeches
buckled at the knees, gray worsted
stockings, and patched shoes. The
coat TORN at the niQHT shouder.
Upon his wrists, a pair of steel
HANDCUFFS, Last seen In the vi
cinity of PEMBRY.
While I yet stared at this, I was con
scious that the, man had risen, and now
stood at my elbow; also, that In one
hand he carried a short, heavy stick.
He stood ery still, and with bent bead,
apparently absorbed In the printed words
before him, but more than once I saw
his eyes gleam In tho shadow of his hat
brim, as they turned to scan me furtively
up and down. Yet he did not speak or
move, and there was something threat
ening, I thought. In hl immobility.
Wherefore I, in turn, watched him nar
rowly from the corner of my eye, and
thus It chanced that our glances met.
"You seem thoughtful" said I.
"Ah-I be that."
"And wliat might you be thinking?"
"Why since you ax me, I was thinkln'
as your eye was mighty sharp and
ptercln'."
"Ah," aald I; "and what more?"
"That you costu was tore at the
shoulder," 1
"So It la," I nodded "weljr
"You likewise wears buckled breeches,
and gray worsted stocking."
"You are a very observant man ! .aid i.
Though, to be sure.'! aald he. shaking
his head, "1 don't Bee no 'andcufta" '
"That la because they are hidden under
my sleeves."
"A h h 1" said he, and; I saw the stick
quiver in ms grip.
-ah i Bam oeiore, you are a very
observant man!" said I, watching the
, "tick.
"Well, I've got tyn, and can Bee as
much as most folk," he retorted, and here
the tli'k quivered again,
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