The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-04-23

miliar And then the girls mother gave him the cIew, for when she ad dressed her daughter she called her Hazel.
 Hazel Strong. What memories the name inspiredl It 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 vividly 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 it 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 Sorter's best friend!
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 Let us go back few months to the little, wind sweDt platform of 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 Archim edes O. Porter, his hands clasped beneath the tails of his. long coat, paces back and forth under, the ever watehful eye of his faithful secretary, Samuel Ix Philander Twice within the past few minutes he hes started absent tmindediy across the, tracks in the direction of nearby swamp, only to be rescued and drag ged back by the tireIess Mir. Phifander.
 Jane Porter, the professors daugh- ter, is in strained and lifeless conver- sation with William Cecil Clayton and Tarzan of the Apes. Within the little waiting room but bare moment be fore a confession of love and renuncia- tion had taken place that had bIghted the lives and happiness of two of the party, but William Cecil Clayton Lord Greystoke) was not one of them
 Behind Miss Porter lowered the motherly Esm eraIda. She, too,s 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 ly Clayton exclaimed:
 ssBy Jevei'' he cried. I've left my ulster in the waiting room, and has tened off to fetch 1t.
 stGoodby, JaMe,' said Tarzan. ex- tsnding his hand God bless your
 'Goodhy, ' replied the girl faintiy. tsTry to forget me. No, not that. I could not bear to think that you had forgotten me-
 There is no danger of that, dear : he answered. aI wish to heaven that might forget. It would be so much easier than to go through life always remembering what might have been. You will be happy, though; F am sure the others of my decision to drive my car on to New York Ldon't feel equal to bidddng Clayton goodby.''
 As Clayton stepped to pick up his ceatein the waiting room his eyss fell on a telegraph blank lying face down upon the floor. He stopped to pick il up, thinking that 1t might be a mes sage of importance which some one had dropped. He glanced ats3ts hastily and then suddenly he forgot his coat the approaching train every thing 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 besn an English nobleman, the proud and weafthy possessor Of vast estates moment later he had read 1t, and hs knew that he was an untitled and pen niless beggar. It was D'Arnot's cable gram to Tarzan, and it read: Finger prints prove you Grsystoke Congratulations. BARNOT-
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