Bisbee daily review., 1914-02-24

one who had saved the lives of every member of his party nor ever offered harm tc ono.
 l. The girls head went high.
 There could be but one suitable re. ply to your assertion" she said icily, "and regret that I am not man that might make It."
 She turned quickly and entered the cabin
 Clayton was m Englishman, so the girl had passed quite out of sight be- fore he deduced what reply a man would have mude.
 Upon my word" he said ruefully. "she called me q liar. And I fancy deserved it. I'd better go to bed"
 But before he did so he called gently to Jane Porter upon the opposite side of the sailcloth partition. for he wish. ed to apologize, but he might as well have addressed the sphinx. Then he wrote upon piece of paper and showed 1t beneath the partition.
 Jane Porter saw the little note and ignored it. for she was very angry and hurt and mortified. but she was n wo- man. and so eventually she picked 1t up and read 1t. It said: My Dear Miss Porter-I had no reason to insinuate what did. My only excuse is that my nerves must be unstrung. which Is no excuse at all.
 Please try to think that did not sny it I am very sorry. l would not have hurt you above all others in the world. Say that you forgive me. WAL CECIL CLAYTON.
 l.- n have said It." reasoned the girl. But , 1t cannot be true l know it Is not true!'
 ! One sentence in the letter frightened her-"I would not have hurt you above all others in the world" A week ago that sentence would have filled her with delight Now it ! depressed her.
 She wished she had never met Clay | ton. She was sorry that she had ever !, seen the forest god--no. she was glad T And there was that other note she had found in the grass before the cabin the day after her return from the jungle. the love note signed by Tarzan of the apes.
 | Who could be this new sultor? If he were another of the wild denlzens of this terrible forest, what might he not do to claim her?
 When D'Arnot regained conscious ness he found himself lying upon bed , of soft ferns and grasses beneath a little A shaped shelter of boughs. At his feet an opening looked out upon q greensward, and at little dis tnnce beyond was the dense wall Ut jungle and forest. He was very lame and sore and weak. and as full consciousness re- turned he felt the sharp torture Of many cruel wounds and the dull ach. , ing of every bone and muscle In his body as a result of the hideous beating he had received
 The incessant hum of the b gle. the rustling of millions of leaves. the buzz of insects. the voices of the birds and monkeys seemed blended into a strangely soothing pur, as though he lay apart far from the myriad life that surrounded him and whose sounds came to him only falntly. At length he fell into slumber, nor did he awake again until afternoon. Looking through the opening at his feet, he saw the figure of a man squat ting on his launches. The broad. muscular back was turn ed toward him; but, tanned though 1t was, D'Arnot saw that 1t was the back of q white man. and he thanked heaven. The Frenchman called faintly. The man turned and. rising. came toward the shelter. His face was very hand. some. the handsomest. thought DAT - not. that be had ever seen. ., Stopping, he crawled into the shelter beside the wounded officer and placed q cool hand upon his forehead II DArnot spoke to him in French, but the man only shook his head-sadly. 1t seemed to the Frenchman. Then D'Arnot tried English but still the man shook his head Italian, Span ish and German brought similar dis couragement
 After examining D'Arnot's wounds the man left the shelter and disap- peared. In half an hour he was back with fruit and hollow. gourdlike veg etable filled with water. II D'Arnot drank and ate little. Sud denly the man hastened from the shel. ter, only to return few minutes later with several pieces of bark and-won- der of wonders-a lead pencil
 Squatting beside D'Arnot. he wrote for a minute on the smooth inner surface of the bark; then he handed it to the Frenchman. D'Arnot read:
 I am Tarzan of. tho apes Who are your Gan you read this language? II D'Arnot eagerly seized the pencil; then he stopped This strange man wrote English. Evidently he was an Englishman.
 Yes" said D'Arnot. q read Eng. Hsh. speak 1t also. Now we may talk. First let me thank you for all that you have done for me"
 The man only shook his head and