The Kennewick courier. [volume] (Kennewick, Wash.) 1905-1914, 1914-02-27
,rious origin and his savage lie.

the treetops Of an African wilderness?
Could he ever rise to her social sphere?
Could she bear to think Of sinking to
his? Would either Of them be happyT'
you do not answer" he said. "Do
you shrink from wounding meT'
II do not know what answer to
make" said Jane Porter sadly. II do
not know my own mind"
You do not love me. then?" he asked
in level tone.
do not ask me. You will be hap
pier without me. You were never
meant for the restrictions and conven-
tionalities of civilization. 1t would
become irksome to you. In a little
while you would long for the freedom
of your old life. to which I am as to
tally untitled as you to mine"
Il think l understand you," he re-
piled quietly. II shall not urge you,
for would rather see you happy than
to be happy myself. And I see now
that you could not be happy with-an
ape"
There was the faintest tinge Of bit
terness in his voice
Don't she remonstrated-"don't
say that. You don't understand"
But ere she could go on sudden
turn in the road brought them into the
midst of little hamlet.
Before them stood Clayton's car. sur
rounded by the party he had brought
from the cottage.
At the sight of Jane cries Of relief
and delight broke from every lip, and
as TarZan's car stopped beside the
other Professor Porter caught his
daughter in his arms
For moment no one noticed TarzaI
sitting silently in his seat.
Clayton was the first to remember
and, turning. held out his hand.
How can we ever thank your III
exclaimed You have saved us all
You called me by name at the cottage
but l do not seem to recall yours
| though there Is something very famil
lar about you.
1T is as though 1 had known yo'
well under very different conditions
long time ago."
Tarzan smiled as he took the prof
fered hand.
You are quite right. NJ. Clayton" b
| said in French. "You will pardon m
If do not speak to you in English.
! am just learning it, and, while ! un
ders ,tS;;d II ecirlv we'll I sreak 1t yer.
1 II
poorly" "e1e ''
But who are your insisted Clay
ton, speaking in French this time him
self.
'TarZan Of the apes"
| Clayton started back in surprise.
by Jover' he exclaimed. TT Il
| true"
pressed forward to add their thanks
to Clayton's and to voice their sur
prise and pleasure at seeing this jungl
friend so far from his savage home.
The party now entered the modes
little hosiery, where Clayton sool
tainment.
| They were sitting in the little, stuff
parlor when the distant chugging O
an approaching automobile caugh
their attention.
| Mr.. Philander. who was sitting neal
the window. looked out as the ma
chine drew in sight. finally stoppin,
beside the other cars.
"Bless mev' said Mr. Philander, ,
shade Of annoyance in his tone. 'I
is Mr.. Canler. had hoped-er-I hat
thought or-er-how very happy W,
should be that he was not caught II
the fire." he ended lamely. But WIN
is the clerical looking gentleman will
him?"
Jane Porter blanched.
Clayton moved uneasily in his chair
| Professor Porter moved his spec
tacles nervously and breathed upol
them. but replaced them on his. nos
without wiping.
The ubiquitous Esmeralda grunted.
Only Tarzan did not comprehend.
Presently Robert Canler burst int
the room.
Thank heavenr' he cried. II fear
ed the worst until l saw your car
| Clayton. l was cut of on the soutl
road and had to 60 away back to tow
and then strike east to this road.
thought we'd never reach the cottage.
| No one seemed very enthusiastic
Tarzan eyed Robert Canler as Sabo
| eyed his prey.
Jane Porter glanced at him ant
| coughed nervously.
| "Mr. Canler." she said, this is NJ
TarZan, an old friend"
| Canler turned and extended hi,
hand. Tarzan rose and bowed as only
D'Arnot could have taught a gentle
man to do 1t, but he did not seem t.
see Canler's hand.
Nor did Canler appear to notice tn,
oversight.
This is the Rev. Mr.. Tousley, Jane.
said Canler, turning to the clerical par
| ty behind him. Mr.. Tousley, Miss Por
| ter"
| Mr.. Tousley bowed and beamed.
| Canler introduced him to the others