The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-01-05

Jane Porter Raised the Weapon Against
 Her Own Temple weapon that she might mete to herself a merciful death before the cruel fangs tore at her flesh.
 The tiger was almost through the window before she found the weapon, and she raised it quickly to her temple to shut out forever the hideous jaws gaping for their prey
 An instant she hesitated to breathe short and silent prayer to her Maker, and as she did so her eyes fell upon the poor Esmera1da lying inert, but alive, beside the cupboard.
 How could she leave the poor, faith fuE thing to those mezciless yellow fangs? No, she must use one cartridge on the senseless woman ere she turned the cold muzzle toward herself again.
 She shrank from the ordeal. But itswould have been cruelty a thousand times less justifia ble to have left the loving black woman who had reared her from infancy to regain conscious ness beneath the rending claws of the t1Ser 4 +
 Quickly the girl sprang to her feet and ran to the side of the negress. She pressed the muzzle of the revolver tight against that devoted heart, closed her eyes, and
 The tiger emitted a frightfu1 shrfek.
 Jane Porter, startled. pulled the trigger and turned to face the beast, and with the same movement raised the weapon against her own temple.
 She did not fire second time. Astounded, she saw the huge beast being slowly drawns back through the window, and in. the moonlight beyond she.saW the heads and shoulders of two men
 As Clayton rounded the corner of the cabin to behold the animal disap- bearing within it was also to see the ape man seize the long black and yell low tail in both hands, and, bracing himself with his feet against the, side of the cabin, throw all his mighty strength into the effort to draw the beast out of the interior.
 Clayton was quick to lend hand, but the ape man jabbered to him. in commanding and peremptory tone-or- ders, Clayton knew, though he could not understand them.
 At last, under their combined efforts, the great body commenced to appear farther and farther without the win dow, and then there came, to- Clayton's mind a dawning conception of the rash bravery of his companion's act.
 For a naked man to drag a shriek- ing, clawing man eater forth from a window by the tail to save a strange white girl was indeed the last word in heroism.
 In, so far as Clayton was concerned it was a very different matter, since the girl was not only of his own kind, but was the woman whom he loved.
 Tarzan was still issuing orders which Clayton could not understand
 He was trying to tell the stupid white man to plunge his poisoned ar rows into Sabor's back and sides, and to reach the savage heart with the long, thin hunting knife that hung at TarZan's hip, but the man would not understand. and Tarzan did not dare release his hold to do the things him self He knew that the puny white man never could hold mighty Sabor alone for an instant
 Slowly the tiger was emerging from the window. At last his shoulders were out.
 And then Clayton saw thing done which not even the eternal heavens had ever seen before. Tarzan. racxing afs brains for some means to cope single handed with the infuriated beast, had suddenly recalled his battle with Terkoz, and as the great shou1- eers came clear of the window. so that Iae tiger nung upon the sill only by his fore paws, Tarzan suddenly releas- I'd his hold upon the brute.
 skW1th incredible swiftness he launch #1 mdise1f full upon Sabor's back, his stpong young arms seeking and gain ing a full nelson upon the beast as he had learned it that other day during his bloody victory over Terkoz.
 With a shriek the tiger turned conn