The Kennewick courier-reporter. [volume] (Kennewick, Wash.) 1914-1938, 1914-04-16

name inspired! 1t had been letter to
this girl. penned by the fair hand OF
Jane Porter, that had carried to him
the first message from the woman he
loved How wildly he recalled the
night he had stolen it from the desk In
the cabin of his long dead father.
where Jane Porter had sat writing 1t
late into the night, while he crouched
in the darkness without How terror
stricken she would have been that
night had she known that the wild
jungle beast squatted outside her win
dow, watching her every move.
And this was Hazel Strong, Jane
Porter's best friend!
Let us go back few months to the
little. wind swept platform of a rail-
way station in northern Wisconsin.
The smoke of forest fires hangs low
over the surrounding landscape. its
acrid fumes smarting the eyes Of a
little party of six who stand waiting
the coming of the train that is to bear
them away toward the south.
Professor Archimedes Q. Porter. his
hands clasped beneath the tails of his
long coat, PAGES back and forth under
the ever watchful eye of his faithful
secretary, Samuel T. Philander. Twice
within the past few minutes he has
started absentmindedly across the
tracks in the direction of a nearby
swamp, only to be rescued and drag
ged back by the tireless Mr.. Philander.
Jane Porter, the professors daugh-
ter, is In strained and lifeless CONVEX
sati0n with William Cecil Clayton and
Tarzan of the Apes. Within the little
waiting room but bare moment be-
fore q confession Of love and rennncia-
ton had taken place that had blighted
the lives and happiness Of two Of the
party, but William Cecil Clayton Uord
Greystoke) was not one Of them.
Behind Miss Porter lowered the
motherly Esmeralda. She, too, was
happy. for was she not returning to
her beloved Maryland? Already she
could see dimly through the fog OF
smoke the murky headlight Of the on
coming engine. The men began to
gather up the hand baggage. Sudden
~ Clayton exclaimed:
by Jove! he cried. 1--WE left my
ulster in the waiting room." and has
tened OF to fetch 1t.
"Goodby. Jane" said Tarzan, ex-
tending his hand. "God bless your
"Goodby." replied the girl family.
.aTry to forget me. No. not that l
could not bear to think that you had
forgotten me-"
"There is no danger o. that. dear"
he answered. "I wish to heaven thar
! might forget. 1t would be so much
easier than to go through life always
remembering what might have been.
You will be happy, though; am sure
you shall. You must be. You may tell
the others Of my decision to drive my
car on to New York. don't feel equal
to bidding Clayton goodby."
As Clayton stopped to pick up his
coat in the waiting room his eyes fell
on telegraph blank lying face down
upon the floor. He stopped to pick 1t
up. thinking that it might be mes
sage Of Importance which some one
had dropped. He glanced at its hastily
and then suddenly he forgot his coat.
the approaching train-everything but
that terrible little piece of yellow pa
per In his hand. He read it twice be-
fore he could fully grasp the terrific
weight Of meaning that it bore to him.
When he had picked It up he had
been an English nobleman. the proud
and wealthy p0ssessor of vast estates
a moment later he had read 1t. and he
knew that he was an untitled and pen
niless beggar. 1t was D'Arn0t's cable
gram to Tarzan. and It read:
Finger prints prove you Greystoke.
Congratulations. DARNOT.