The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-12-19

singapore said Lesohn, and from there will get a boat to Colombo, and then ship by the Messageries Mari times to Paris. Five thousand francs week Dutch meni You will read of me. Mon Dieul Yesl You will read of Pierre LesohnProfessor Pierre Lesohn and his trained oran-outang.'"
 Schreiber halted in his recital A wind came out of the China Sea, charged down upon the jungle and slashed the fronds of the bis pslms like reg- ment of c1irassiers laundering through space. 1t died away suddenly, leaving an atmosphere of weird expectancy that put ones nerves a tension The night seemed to 1isSen for something that it knew was coming
 "Go onl" cried, exeited1y. "Ten me! Tell me what happenedE"
 ly, 1 pulled down the Samaritan. When in front of Lesohn's bungalow called out to him. but l got answer. He is in the forest said to my self; will go up to the hut and get drink It mighty hot day, and the Samaritan is not a sum mer resort. Neinl It is not.
 Did you ever feel that silence can be too much silence7 Sometimes in the jungle feel hush that is not nice It here tonight when the vermilion snake escaped. Often in the forest it chokes the whistle of the cicada and it to stop the little blades of grass from waving. Jahl It is strange Whenever feel that silence careful I am not afraid, but know that other things that feel in way that cannot feel are much afraid.
 Tt was that kind Of silence that feel when going up the path to Lesohns bungalow It was like ice upon my spine It came around me and touched me like then thousand cold hands. imaginative mo- but in the jungle gets skin that feels and sees and hears. And my skin was working overtime just then. It telling my brain something that my brain could not understand.
 "I walked on my toes through the mangrove bushes at the top of that path. know why but did. to making a discovery. knew that I stopped and peeped through the branches and something. Gottl Yesl I saw something that made reach for the news that my skin trying to tell me. knew and did not know. Do you understand? I chased that thing all around in my brain and getting closer to 1t mini he I of de closer, and my lips got dry. T thought of what Lesohn had done that orang, how he had tied him to the and frightened him into a fit with the cold of that scaIy-backed crocodile, and while I thought of that watched the veranda of the buug- allow. I seemed to that monkey tied to the tree and that cicle eye looking him from the mud and then-why knewi It like a flash felt as if I was hit with sandbag.
 For three minutes could move, then stag gered toward the veranda. Do you know what was there? That big ugly brute of mias fumbling with the Frenchman's riae and he crying like a human.
 "sWhere is Lesohn?' cried out Where is hep And then laughed like madman at my own ques- me where Lesohn was. Jahl It was
 "The big mias sprang up on his feet and he looked at just if he understood every word said My legs were weak two blades of grass. had not seen the thing done. Ach It strange thought had dreamed about 1t, but then knew I hadn't. It was the silence and the crying mas, and something inside which told 1t is not good to teach brute much Where is he? cried out again. Show where he is'
 "The orang wiped the tears from his ugly biue nose and touched with his big, hairy arm, and then he started to- shambe toward the mud banks where the Frenchman had tied him to give him that little lesson in obedience
 'T was sick then. That atmosphere turned me all upside down I knew what had happened Yes, knew My mind had pieced things together like the pieces of picture puzzle l knew what Lesohn had done to the brute, knew the initiative ways of the 1nias, and I knew that Pierre often drunl-veTy often drunk. And then there the knowledge which my skin had strained out of the silence A cold sweat from followed the orang. and l cutched the rifle tight I got the mud bank and looked around for something to confirm the horror that my soul had sensed. And the proof there. It was sleeve tied the where the Frenchman had tied the 1nias week before and tied around the wrist of Pierre esohn and the cords very strong. They had stood the strain of the pull, and-and it there proof of what had happened
 "It was all so plain to me. Lesohn must have been drunk see? We'll while he drunk it had come into the ugly head of that brute let Pierre get thrill from the cice eye of the scalybacked devils the mud. He had tied Lesohn the tree, and then he got the rifle and copied the Frenchman by sitting the veranda watch for the first of those It plan-oh, plain to But the French in educating that orang, had forgotten to teach him how to load rife. It unfortunate, 1t not? The rifle empty, and when the dirty brufes came out of the mud, the mias could no nothing Gottl mol He just fumbled with the breech and cry like human being till along and then it too late"
 'eWhat did you do them" cried, as the Gsrmans heavy bass tones pursued and throttled by the palptating silence
 "I did nothing" said Schreber, quietly. "Lesohn had told what he had done to that trpre F<s-- Nemesis-caIl it what you vvilI-has funny yEzys q