The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-01-05

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 MT. Philander dropped the professors arm and broke into a mad orgy of speed that would have done credit to any varsity track team.
 With streaming coattails and shiny silk hat, Professor Archimedes o. Por- ter followed, while from the shadows peered two keen eyes in interested ap- preciation of the race.
 It was Tarzan of the apes who watched, with face a-grin, this odd game of follow the leader. He knew the two men were safe enough from attack in so far as the lion was concerned. The very fact that Numa had foregone such easy prey at all convinced the wise forest craft of Tarzan that .Numa had already dined. The lion might stalk them until hunL gry again. but the chances were that if not angered he would soon tire of the sport and slink away to his jungle lair.
 So Tarzan swung quickly to a lower limb in line with the approaching fugi- tives, and as MT. Samuel T. PhiIander came panting and blowing beneath him, already too spent to struggle up to the safety of the limb, Tarzan reached down and, grasping him by the collar of his coat, yanked him to the limb by his side.
 Another moment brought the pro- lessor within the sphere of the friend 1y grip. and he. too, was drawn up- ward to safety just as the baff1ed Numa, with a roar, leaped to recover his vanishing quarry.
 For a moment the two men c1ung, painting, to the great branch, while Tarzan squatted with his back to the stem of the tree. watching them with mingled curiosity and amusement
 It was the professor who first broke the silence
 ssI am deeply pained, MT. Philander, that you should have evinced such a paucity of manly courage in the pres ence of one of the lower orders As I was saying, MT. PhfIander, when you interrupted me, the Moors'-
 Professor Archimedes o. Porter, y broke in MT. Philander in icy tones, stthe time has arrived when patience becomes a crime and mayhem appears garbed in the mantle of virtue. You have accused me of cowardice. Be lieve me, sir, I am tottering on the verge of Expenditures as to your ex- a1ted position in the world of science and your gray hairs ''
 The professor sat in silence for a few minutes, and the darkness hid the grim smile that wreathed his wrinkled countenance. Presently he spoke.
 ssLook here, Skinny Philander," he said in belligerent tones, eff you are slooEin' for a scrap, peel off your coat and come down on the ground, and I'll punch your head just as did sixty years ago in the alley back of Porky zEvans'fsl,apn-
 ssArkl' gasped the astonished MT Philander ssLordy. how good that sounds! When you're human, Ark, I love you.s Somehow it seems as though you had forgotten how to be human for the last twenty years
 Forgive me, Skinny" the professor said softly Tt hasn't been quite } twenty years, and heaven alone knows , how hard I have tried to be 'hl1man' $ for James sake, and yours, too, since my other Jane was taken away. ..As
 An old hand stole up from MT Phi lander's side to clasp the professors, 5 and no other message could better have translated the one heart ito the other.
 ssYou certainly pulled me up into 5 this tree just in time,'' said the pro- lessor, at last. tI want to thank you. E You saved my life. !"
 s'But I didn't pull you up here, pro- fessor,'' said ME. Philander. Bless me, the excitement of the moment quite caused mefto forget that I my self was drawn up here by some out side agency There must be some one or something in this tree with us.''
 tBh?' calculated Professor Porter. "Are you quite positive, MT. Philan- der?''
 Most positive, professor replied MT. Phifander "And,' he added, "I think we should thank the party. He may be sitting right next to you now, professor
 Just then it occurred to Tarzan of the apes that Numa had loitered be meath the tree for sufficient length of time, so he raised his young head toward the heavens, and there rang out upon the terrified ears of the two old men the awful warning challenge of the anthropoid.
 The two friends, huddled trembling in their precarfous position Jn the limb, saw the great lion halt in his restless pacing as the bloodcurdling cry smote his ears and then slink quickly into the jungle to be instantly lost to view.
 Most remarkable, most remarka- ble," murmured Professor Porter, clutching frantically at Mir. Philander to regain the balance which the sud- den fright had so perilously endanger- ed. Unfortunately for them both MT. Philanders center Of equilibrium was at that very moment hanging upon the ragged edge of nothing, so that it need ed but the additional impetus supplied by the additional weight of Professor Porter.s body to topple the devoted secretary from the limb.
 For moment they swayed uncer- tainly, and then, with mingled and most unscholarly shrieks, they pitched headIong from the tree, locked in fren- zied embrace.