that will fit him," he said, "is
mine--if it isn't too small for him--your little boy has grown, Jane."

She laughed, too; she felt like laughing at everything, or at nothing.
The world was all love and happiness and joy once more--the world that
had been shrouded in the gloom of her great sorrow for so many years.
So great was her joy that for the moment she forgot the sad message
that awaited Meriem. She called to Tarzan after he had ridden away to
prepare her for it, but he did not hear and rode on without knowing
himself what the event was to which his wife referred.

And so, an hour later, Korak, The Killer, rode home to his mother--the
mother whose image had never faded in his boyish heart--and found in
her arms and her eyes the love and forgiveness that he plead for.

And then the mother turned toward Meriem, an expression of pitying
sorrow erasing the happiness from her eyes.

"My little girl," she said, "in the midst of our happiness a great
sorrow awaits you--Mr. Baynes did not survive his wound."

The expression of sorrow in Meriem's eyes expressed only what she
sincerely felt; but it was not the sorrow of a woman bereft of her best
beloved.

"I am sorry," she said, quite simply. "He would have done me a great
wrong; but he amply atoned before he died. Once I thought that I loved
him. At first it was only fascination for a type that was new to
me--then it was respect for a brave man who had the moral courage to
admit a sin and the physical courage to face death to right the wrong
he had committed. But it was not love. I did not know what love was
until I knew that Korak lived," and she turned toward The Killer with a
smile.

Lady Greystoke looked quickly up into the eyes of her son--the son who
one day would be Lord Greystoke. No thought of the difference in the
stations of the girl and her boy entered her mind. To her Meriem was
fit for a king. She only wanted to know that Jack loved the little
Arab waif. The look in his eyes answered the question in her heart,
and she threw her arms about them both and kissed them each a dozen
times.

"Now," she cried, "I shall really have a daughter!"

It was several weary marches to the nearest mission; but they only
waited at the farm a few days for rest and preparation for the great
event before setting out upon the journey, and after the marriage
ceremony had been performed they kept on to the coast to take passage
for England. Those days were th