The Kennewick courier-reporter. [volume] (Kennewick, Wash.) 1914-1938, 1914-04-02

ure its object And so am perfect!
content to remain forever the son o.
kala, the she ape, who reared me aftel
ny own mother died.
II do not admire you the less fol
your loyalty" said D'Arnot, "but thu
time will come when you will be glat
to claim your own. You must bear IL
mind that Professor Porter and Mr.
Philander are the only people in the
world who can swear that the little
skeleton found in the cabin with those
Of your father and mother was that OF
an infant anthropoid ape and not the
offspring Of Lord and Lady Greystoke
That evidence is most important They
are both old men. They may not live
many years longer. And then did II
not occur to you that once Miss Por
ter knew the truth she would breaE
her engagement with Clayton? You
might easily have your title, your es.
tates and the woman you love, Tar.
Fan. Had you not thought Of that?"
Tarzan shook his head. "You do not
know her. he said. Nothing could
bind her closer to her bargain than
some misfortune to Clayton. She Is
from an old southern family in Amer.
lea, and southerners pride themselves
upon their loyalty"
Tarzan spent the two following
weeks renewing his former brief ac-
quaintance with Paris. In the daytime
he haunted the Libraries and picture
galleries. He learned what he could
by day and threw himself into q
search for relaxation and amusement
at night. Nor did he find Paris q
whit less fertile field for his nocturnal
avocation.
He was sitting in music hall one
evening slipping his absinth and adj
miring the art of certain famous
Russian dancer when he caught a pass
ing glimpse Of a pair Of evil black
eyes upon him. He had had the un-
canny feeling for some time that he
was being watched, and it was in re-
spouse to this animal instinct that was
strong within him that he had turned
suddenly and surprised the eyes in the
very act Of watching him.
Before he left the music hall the
matter had been forgotten, nor did he
notice the swarthy individual who
stepped deeper into the shadows Of an
opposite doorway as Tarzan emerged
from the brilliantly lighted amusement
hall.
As he turned in the direction he was
to taking from this part Of
Paris to his apartments the watcher
across the street ran from his hiding
place and hurried on ahead at q rapid
pace.
Tarzan had been wont to traverse
the Rue Maule on his way home at
night. Because it was very quiet and
very dark it reminded him more Of his
beloved African jungle than did the
noisy and garish streets surrounding 1t.
If you are familiar with your Paris
you will recall the narrow, forbidding
precincts Of the Rue Maule. II you
are not you need but ask the police
about it to learn that in all Paris there
is no street to which you should give
a wider berth after dark.
On this night Tarzan had gone two
squares through the dense shadows OF
the squalid old tenements which line
this dismal way when he was attract
ed by screams and cries for help from
the third floor Of an opposite building.
The voice was a woman's. Before the
echoes of her first cries had died Tar
IAN was bounding up the stairs and
the dark corridors to her res
cue.
At the end Of the corridor on the
third landing door stood slightly ajar,
and from within Tarzan heard again
the same appeal that had lured him
from the street. Another instant found
him in the center Of dimly lighted
room. An oil lamp burned upon high,
old fashioned mantel, casting its dim
rays over dozen repulsive figures.
All but one were men. The other was
a woman q about thirty. Her face,
marked by low passions and dissipa-
ton, might once have been lovely. She
stood with one hand at her throat,
crouching against the farther wall.
"Help, monsieur" she cried In low
voice as Tarzan entered the roam;
"they were killing me"
AS Tarzan turned toward the men
about him he saw the crafty, evil faces
Of habitual criminals. He wondered
that they had made no effort to escape.
A movement behind caused him to
turn. Two things his eyes saw, and
one Of them caused him considerable
A man was sneaking
from the room, and in the
brief glance that Tarzan had Of him
he saw that it was Rokoff.
But the other thing that he saw was
Of more immediate interest. 1t was
great brute of fellow tiptoeing upon
him from behind with huge bludgeon
In his hand. and then as the man and
his confederates saw that he was dis
covered there was concerted rush
upon Tarzan from all sides. Some Of
the men drew knives, others picked up
chairs, while the fellow with the bludg-
con raised it high above his head in