The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1914-06-11
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As the little party emerged from the
jungle the first person that Professor
Porter and Cecil Clayton saw was
Jane Porter standing by the cabin
door.
With Il little cry of joy and relief
she ran forward to greet them, throw
Ing her arms about her fathers neck
ana bursting into tears for the first
time since they had been east upon
this hideous and adventurous shore.
Professor Porter, hurying his old
face in the girls shoulder. sobbcd like
Il tired child.
Jane Porter led him toward the cab
in. and the Frcnchnen turned toward
the beach from which several of their
fellows We're advancing to meet them.
Clayton. wishing To leave father and
daughter alone, joined the sailors and
remained talking with the officers un
til their boat pulled away toward the
cruiser, whittier Lieutenant Charpen-
tier was bound to report the unhappy
outcome of his adventure.
Then Clayton turned back slowly
toward the cabin. His heart was filled
with happiness. The be loved
was safe.
As he approached the cabin he saw
her coming out. When she saw him
she hurried forward To meet him.
Jane" he cried. Heaven has been
good to us indeed. Tell me how you
eScaped-what form Providence took
to save you for-us."
He had never before called her by
her given name. ~Forty-eight hours be
fore 1t would have suffused Jane Por-
ter with a soft glow of pleasure to
hear that name from Clayton's lips.
Now 1t frightened her.
Mr.. Clayton" she said quietly. eX-
tending her hand, first let me thank
YOU for your loyalty to my father. He
has told me how noble and self SaCri-
fcing YOU have been. How can we
ever repay you?"
Clayton noticed hat she did not re-
turn his familiar salutation, but he felt
no misgivings on that score. She had
been through so much. This was no
time to force his love upon her. he
quickly realized.
81 am already repaid" he laughed,
lust to see you and Professor Porter
both safe. we'll and together again"
The girl bowed her head. There was
a question she wanted to ask.
"Where is the forest man who went
to rescue you? Why did he not re-
turn"
81 do not understand" said Clayton.
Whom do you mean?"
"He who has saved each Of us-who
saved me from the gorilla"
"Oh!' cried Clayton, In surprise, "It
was he who rescued you? You have
not told me anything OF your adven-
ture, don't you know. Tell me; do"
But the woodman," she urged.
Have you not seen him? When =
heard the shots in the jungle, very
faint and far away, he left me. We
had just reached the clearing, and he
hurried off in the direction Of the fight
ing. | know he went to aid you
Her tone was almost pleading, her
manner tense with suppressed emotion.
Clayton could not but notice it, and he
wondered vaguely why she was SO
deeply moved, so anxious to know the
whereabouts OF this strange creature.
He did not suspect the truth. for how
could he?
In his breast, unknown to himself,
was implanted the first germ Of jeal-
ousy and suspicion Of the ape man to
whom he owed his life.
"We did not see him" he replied
quietly. He did not join us. Posi-
bly, he joined his own tribe, the men
who attacked us"
He did not know why he had said 1t.
for he did not believe it. But love is a
strange master.
The cir! looked at him wide eyed for
a moment.
"NO,' she exclaimed vehemently,
much too vehemently, he thought. ut
could not be. They were negroes. He
is a white man-and a gentleman
Clayton was a generous and chival-
rous man, but something in the girls