The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1914-07-16
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bury it. and apelike l had to dig it up
and bury 1t again elsewhere.
When D'Arnot told me what IL was
ana what 1t meant TO you | returned to
the jungle and recovered it. 1t had
caused so much crime and suffering
and sorrow that D'Arnot thought II
best not to attempt to bring the treas
ure itself on here. as had been my in
tention. SO | have brought a letter of
credit instead.
Here it is. Professor Porter" Tar
Fan drew an envelope from his pocket
and handed it to the astonished pro-
fessor. Two hundred and forty-one
thousand dollars"
ITO the already great burden of the
Obligations we owe you. sir" said Pro
lessor Porter with trembling voice, lis
now added this greatest of all services.
You have given Inc the means to save
my honor"
Clayton, who had left the room after
Canler, now returned.
Pardon me- he said. Il think we
had better try to reach town before
dark and take the first train out Of this
forest. a native just rode by from the
north. who reports that the fire is NOV
ing slowly in this direction
This announcement broke up further
conversation. and the entire party went
out to the waiting machines.
Clayton, with Jane Porter. the pro
fessor and Esmeralda. occupied Clay
tons car, while Tarzan tool Mr.. Phi
lander with him.
Mr.. Philander. do you recall the de
tails of the finding and burying Of
three skeletons found in my cabin be-
side that African Jungle asked Tar
zan.
Very distinctly. sir; very distinct.
~" replied Mr.. Philander.
WAS there anything peculiar about
any of those skeletons? 1t means a
great deal to me to know" said Tar
zan. Your answer may clear up a
mystery 1t can do no worse, at any
rate. than to leave it still a mystery. |
have been entertaining a theory on
corning those skeletons for the past
two months, and | want you to answer
my question to the best of your knOwl-
edge-were the three skeletons you
buried all human skeletons?"
Mr.. Philander eyed Tarzan narrowly.
NO" said he. THE smallest one. the
one found In the crib, was the skeleton
of an anthropoid ape"
THANK YOU" said Tarzan.
In the car ahead Jane Porter was
thinking fast and ~furiously. She had
felt the purpose for which TarZan had
asked n few words with her. and she
knew that she must be prepared to
give him an answer in the very near
future.
He was not the sort Of person one
could put off. and somehow that very
thought made her wonder if she did
not really fear him.
Could she love where she feared?
She realized the spell that had g
upon her in the depths of that faror
jungle. but there was no spell of ell
chantment now in prosaic Wisconsin.
Nor did the immaculate young
Frenchman appeal to the primal wo-
maj in her, as had the stalwart forest
god.
Did she love him? She did not know
now.
She glanced at Clayton out Of the
corner Of her eye. Was rot here a
man trained in the same school Of en-
vironment In which she had been train
ed, with position and culture such as
she had been taught to consider as the
essentials to %congenial association?
Did not her best judgment point to
this young English nobleman whose
love she knew to be Of the sort a civil
lized woman should crave as the logical
mate for such as she?
Could she love Clayton? She could
see no reason why she could not. She
was not calculating by nature. but
training. environment and heredity had
all combined to teach her to reason
even in matters Of the heart.
That she had been carried off her
feet by the strength of the young giant
when his great arms were about her
In the distant African forest and again
today, in the Wisconsin woods. seemed
30 her only attributable to a temporary
mental reversion to type on her part.
to the appeal Of the primeval man to
the primeval woman in her nature.
If he should never touch her again.
she reasoned. she would never feel at
tracted toward him. She had not loved
him. then. 1t had been nothing more
than a hallucination induced by excite
ment and by personal contact.
Excitement would not always mark
their future relations should she marry
him. and the power of personal contact
would be dulled by familiarity.
Again she glanced at Clayton. He
was very handsome and every inch a
gentleman. She should be very proud
Of such a husband.
And then he spoke-a minute sooner
or a minute later might have made all
the difference in the world to three
lives. But chance stepped in and
pointed out to Clayton the psychology
cal moment.
You are free now. Jane" he said.
Wont you say Yes" will devote
my life to making you very happy"