The Kennewick courier. [volume] (Kennewick, Wash.) 1905-1914, 1914-01-30
THE STORE OF REAL VALUES

who printed beautiful sign IN English
and tackled it on the door of his cabin,
which we have pre-empted. warning us to
destroy none of his belongings and sign
ing himself ''TarZan of the Apes"
We have never seen him, though we
think he is about, for one of the sailors
who was going to shoot Mr.. Clayton in
the back received a spear in his shoulder
from some unseen hand in the jungle
The sailors left us but a meager supply
of food. SO. as we have only a single re-
volver with but three cartridges left in it,
we do not know how we can procure meat,
though Mr.. Philander says that we can
exist Indefinitely on the wild fruit and
nuts which abound in the Jungle
L am very tired now. so l shall go to my
funny bed of grasses which Mr.. Clayton
gathered for me- but will add to this from
day to day as things happen. Lovingly,
JANE PORTER
To Hazel Strong, Baltimore Maryland.
Tarzan sat in brown study for a
long time after he finished reading the
letter. 1t was filled with so many new
and wonderful things that his brain
was in whirl as he attempted to d.
gest them all.
So they did not know that he was
Tarzan of the apes. He would tell them
In his tree he had constructed rude
shelter of leaves and boughs, beneath
which. protected from the rain, he had
placed the few treasures brought from
the cabin. Among these were some
pencils.
He took one. and beneath Jane Por-
ter's signature he wrote 81 am Tarzan
of the apes"
He thought that would be sufficient
Later he would return the letter to the
cabin.
In the matter Of food thought Tar
zan. they had no need to worry-he
would provide. and he did.
The next morning Jane Porter found
her missing letter in the exact spot
from which it had disappeared two
nights before. She was mystified. but
when she saw the printed words be-
meath her signature she felt chill run
up her spine. She showed the letter.
or rather the last sheet with the sigma
ture. to Clayton.
"To think" she said. ''that uncanny
thing was probably watching me all
the time that l was wrjting-oo! 1t
makes me shudder just to think Of 1t. /"
"But he must be friendly" reas-
sured Clayton. "for he has returned
your letter. nor did he offer to harm
you, and unless I am mistaken he left
very substantial memento of his
friendship outside the cabin door last
night, for'I just found the carcass Of
wild boar there as / came out
From then on scarcely day passed
that did not bring its offering Of game
or other food. Sometimes it was
young deer. again quantity Of strange
cooked food, cassava cakes pilfered
from the village Of Mbonga, or boar,
or leopard. and once a lion.
Tarzan derived the greatest pleasure
of his life in hunting meat for these
strangers. 1t seemed to him that no
pleasure on earth could compare with
laboring for the welfare and protection
of the beautiful white girl.
Some day he would venture into the
camp in daylight and talk with these
people through the medium of the little
bugs which were familiar to them and
| to TarZan.
But he found it difficult to overcome
the timidity of the wild thing of the
forest. and so day followed day with
out seeing fuIfillment of his good in
tentions
The party in the camp, emboldened
by familiarity, wandered farther and
farther into the jungle in search of
nuts and fruit
Scarcely a day passed that did not
find Professor Porter straying in his
preoccupied Indifference toward the
| jaws of death. Mr.. Samuel T. Philan-
der, never what one might call robust,
was worn to the shadow Of a shadow
through the ceaseless worry and men
tai distraction resultant from his her
culean efforts to safeguard the profess
sor
| A month passed. Tarzan had finally
determined to visit the camp by day
light.
1t was early afternoon. Clayton had
wandered to the point at the harbor's
mouth to look for passing vessels.
Here he kept.a great mass Of wood