The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1914-07-30
CHAPTER m.
What Happened In the Rue Maule.

" shah not quarrel over the
w money. must live. and
SO ! must have IL. but |
shall be more contented with some
thing to do. You cannot show ME
your friendship in a more convincing
manner than TO find employment for
me. | shall die OF inactivity in a short
while. AS for my birthright. 1t is in
good hands. Clayton is not guilty OF
robbinG me Of It. He truly believes
that he is the real Lord Greystoke. and
the chanceS are that he will make a
better English lord than u man who
was born and raised in an African
jungle. You know that | am but half
civilized even now Let me see red In
anger but for a moment. and all the in
stincts OF the savage beast that | real
ly am Submerge what little | possess
of the milder ways of culture and re-
tinement.
And then again had | declared my
self | should have robbed the woman
love OF the wealth and position that
her marriage to Clayton will now in
sure 10 her. | could not have done
~that-could |, Paul?
Nor is the matter OF birth Of great
Importance to me-" he went ON with
out waiting for a reply. Raised as |
have been, ! see no worth in man or
beast that is not theirs by virtue Of
their W mental or physical prowess,
and SO | am as happy to think of Kala
as my mother as | would be to try and
picture the poor. unhappy little Eng
fish girl who passed away a year after
she bore me. kala was always kind
to me in her fierce and savage way.
must have nursed at her hairy breast
from the time that my own mother
died. She fought for me against the
wild denizens OF the forest and against
the savage members of III tribe with
the ferocity OF real mother love.
And | IN my part loved her. Paul.
/ did not realize how much until after
the cruel spear and the poisoned arrow
Of Mbonga'S black warrior had stolen
her away from me. | was still a child
when that occurred. and | threw my
self upon her dead body and wept out
my anguish as a child might for his
wv mother. To you. my friend, she
would have appeared a hideous and
ugly creature. but to me she was beau
tiful, 50 g~loriously does love transtig-
ure its object. And so | am perfectly
content to remain forever the son OF
Kdla. the she ape. who reared me after
my own mother died.
Il do not admire you the less fol
your loyalty" said D'Arnot, but tn,
time will come when you will be glaC
to claim your own. You must bear il
mind that Professor Porter and Mr.
Philander are the only people in The
world who can swear that the little
skeleton found in the cabin with those
of your father and mother was that OF
an infant anthropoid ape and not the
offspring Of Lord and Lady Greystoke
That evidence Is most important They
are both old men. They may not live
many years longer. And then did II
not occur to you that once Miss Por
ter knew the truth she would break
her engagement with Clayton? YOU
might easily have your title. your es
tates and the woman you love. Tar
ian. Had you not thought of thatE
Tarzan shook his head. "You do no,
know her" he said. Nothing coulc
bind her closer to her bargain thar
some misfortune to Clayton. She Is
from an old southern family in Amer
lea. and southerners pride themselves
upon their loyalty
Tarzan spent the two following
weeks renewing his former brief &C
auaintance with Paris. In the daytime
he haunted the libraries and picture
galleries. He learned what he coulC
by day and threw himself into g
search for relaxation and amusement
at night. Nor did he find Paris g
whit less fertile field for his nocturnal
avocation.
He was sitting in a music hall one
evening slipping his absinth and ad
miring the art of a certain famous
Russian dancer when he caught a pass
ing glimpse Of a pair OF evil blacl
! eyes upon him. He had had the un
amy feeling for some time that he
was being watched, and 1t was In re
! sponse to this animal instinct that was
strong within him that he had turned
suddenly and surprised the eyes In The
very act Of watching him.
Before he left the music hall tht
matter had been forgotten. nor did M
notice the swarthy individual who
topped deeper into the shadows OF al
opposite doorway as TarZan emerged
from the brilliantly lighted amusement
hall.
AS he turned in the direction he was
accustomed to taking from this part OF
Paris to his apartments the watcher
across the street ran from his hiding
place and hurried on ahead at a rapid
pace.
Tarzan had been wont to traverse
the Rue Maule on his way home a.
night. Because it was very quiet ano
very dark 1t reminded him more or his
beloved African jungle than did the
noisy and garish streets surrounding 1t
I nos, fonniliar with ynnr Paris