Argosy All-Story Weekly, March 15, 1924 — page 158: what you’re looking at

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TARZAN .“ He does not know any of us,” Korak whispered to his mother. “ Wait until after the operation before you see him again. You can do him no good, and to see him this way is too hard a strain upon you.” Again Lady Greystoke calmly dieregard- ed the plea of her son. It was as if she in- stinctively knew more of the ailing human before her than did the great surgeon. With a cautionary finger on her proud lips to enforce silence on the spectators, she stole silently toward the unsuspecting ape- — THE v AND THE ANT-MEN. G87 man. Here she clapped her slender hands onto his eyelids and called out, laughingly: “ Guess!” At the touch of these trembling, loving hands an electric shock. appeared to course ~ through Tarzan of the Apes. His lips spread in a smile, a human, understanding. amusement: and he laughed the deep throated note of his normal days. “As if I wouldn’t know the touch of your fingers, my dear wife, in this world or the next!” he said triumphantly. . END - — U uw THE SPOILERS HE, deer have left their forest feeding grounds, And on the hill, Where the last snows of winter tinge? still, The muffled clamor of the ax resounds; While from their reedy coverts flapping forth, The wild duck seek the silence of the North. The prophet pines that line the lichened ledge | Gaze grave below, Where melt, like sunlit banks of springtime snow — The swift-receding miles of forest edge; | Where, nest-deserting on his northward flight, A loon wails from the shadows of the night. The plain’s wind brings the reek of camp-smoke curled, The stir of Man, Who, cunning working since the earth. began, Slow-forged his mighty chain that binds the world; To grip it close with groping, giant clutch, And leave it scarred and broken at his touch. But calm, serene, against their mountain throne, . The lone pines stand, Unmarred by touch of Man’s despoiling hand, The yoke of his enslaving chain unknown; While in their kingly hearts old visions rise Of pine-pricked Teagues and starry northern skies. Martha Haskell Clark. COIN Cloooks.€© “