The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-05-12

A brawny arm flew back-for the briefest fraction of an instant huge spear poised above the giants shoulder and then the mighty arm shot out, and swift death tore through the in tervening leaves, to bury. itself in the heart of the leaping lion. Without a sound he rolled over at the very feet of his intended victims-dead.
 For a moment neither the man nor the woman moved Then the latter opened her eyes to look with wonder upon the dead beast behind her com panion. As that beautiful head went up Tarzan of the Apes gave a gasp Of incredulous astonishment Was he mad? It could not be the woman he loved! But. indeed, it was none other.
 And the woman rose and the man took her in his arms to kiss her, and of 8 sudden the ape-man sawared through a bloody mist of murder, and the old scar upon his forehead burned scarlet against his brown hide.
 There was terrible expression upon his savage face as he fitted poisoned shaft to his bow. An ugly light gleam-l ed in those gray eyes as he sighted full at the back of the unsuspecting man beneath him. s9s
 For an instant he glanced along the polished shaft, drawing the bomstring far back, that the arrow might pierce through the heart for which it was aimed.
 But he did not release the fatal mes senger. Slowly the point of the arrow dropped, the scar upon the brown fore head faded, the bowstring relaxed and turned sadly into the Jungle toward The vi1Isafyka of fIlp " zzi ri
 
 and William Cecil Clayton stood silent ly looking at the dead body of the beast whose prey they had so narrowly escaped becoming.
 The girl was the first to speak again after her outbreak of impulsive avowal.
 Who could it have been ?' she whis- pered
 aGod knowsr. was the mans only reply.
 sIf it is friend, why does he not show himself ?'' continued Jane. ssWouldn'tit De well to call out to him and at feast thank him ?''
 Mechuniealiy Clayton did her bid- ding, but there was no response.
 Jane Porter -shuddered. The mys- terious jungle!r she murmured. "The terrible jungle. It renders even the manifestations of friendship terrify- ing.,'
 We had best return to the shelter, 7 said Clayton. You will be at least little safer there. am no protection whatever" he added bitterly.
 DO not say that, William, ]" she has tened to urge, acutely sorry for the wound her words had caused. You have done the best you could. You have been noble and self sacrificing and brave. It is no fault of yours that you are not a superman. There is only one other man have ever known who could have done more than you. My words were i'll chosen in the excite ment of the reaction. do not wish to wound you All that wish is that we may both understand once and for all that can never marry you-that such 3 marriage would be wicked. 2
 think II urderztand,n 7 he replied. ssLet us not speak of it again-at least until we are back in civilization
 The next day Thuran was worse. Almost constantly he was in state of delirium. They could do nothing to re Ifeve him, nor was Clayton overanx ious to attempt anything. On the girls account he feared the Russtan-in the bottom of his heart he hoped the man would die. The thought that some thing might befall him that would leave her entirely at the mercy of this beast caused him greater anxiety than the proba ability that almost certain death awaited her should she be left entirely alone upon the outskirts of the cruel forest.
 The Englfshrnan had extracted the heavy spear from the body of the lion, so that when he went into the forest to hunt that morning he had a feeling of much greater security than at any time since they had been cast upon the saw age shore. The result was that he pen etrated farther from the shelter than ever before.
 To escape as far as possible from the mad rayings of the fever stricken Rus sian. Jane Porter had descended from