The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1914-09-17

Rokoff groaned. He did not dare
curse aloud.
The next morning TarZan rode north
on his way TO Bouira and Algiers. As
he had ridden past the hotel Lieuten-
ant Gernois vas standing on the yer
anda. AS his eyes discovered Tarzan
he went white as chalk. The ape-man
would have been glad had the meeting
not occurred, but he could not avoid 1t.
He saluted the officer as he rode past.
Mechanically GeruOis returned the sa-
Lutte. but those terrible, wide eyes fol
lowed the horseman, eXpressionlesS
except for horror. 1t was as though
a dead man looked upon a ghost.
At Sid AisSa Tarzan met a French
officer with whom he had become ac-
~sojourn in the town.
You left BOu Saada early?" ques-
toned the ol'cer. Then you have not
heard about poor Gernois?"
"He was the last mar l saw as |
rode away" replied Tarzan. What
about him?"
HE is dead. He shot himself about
8 o'clock this morning"
Two days later Tarzan reached AL
giers. There he found that he would
have q two days wait before he could
catch a ship bound for Cape Town. He
occupied his time in writing out a full
report Of his mission. The secret pa
pers he had taken from Rokoff he did
not inclose, for he did not dare trust
them, out Of his w possession until
he had been authorized to turn them
over to another agent or himself re-
turned to Paris with them.
AS Tarzan boarded his ship after
what seemed a most tedious wait to
him two men watched him from an
upper deck. Both were ~fashionably
dressed and smooth shaven. The taller
Of the two had sandy hair, but his
eyebrows we're very black. Later in
the day they CHANGED to meet Tarzan
on deck, but as one hurriedly called his
companions attention to something at
sea their faces were turned from Tar
Fan as he passed, so that he did not
notice their features. In fact, he had
paid no attention to them at all.
Following the instructions of his
chief, Tarzan had booked his passage
under an assumed n~ame-John Cald-
we'll, London. He did not understand
the necessity for this, and 1t caused
him considerable speculation. He won
dered what role he was to play in
Cape Town.
We'll" he thought, thank heaven
that 1 am rid Of Rokoff. He was COM
mencing to annoy me. l wonder If l
am really becoming so civilized that
presently 1 shall develop a set Of
nerves. He would give them to me If
any one could, for he does not fight
fair. One never knows through what
new agency he is going to strike. 1t Is
as though SAILOR, the tiger, had Undue
ed Tantor, the elephant, and Histah.
the snake, to join him in attempting to
kill me. l would then never have
known what minute or by whom l was
to be attacked next. But the brutes
are more chivalrous than man. They
do not stoop to cowardly intrigue"
At dinner that night Tarzan sat next
to a young woman whose place was at
the captains left. The officer intro
duced them.
Miss Strong! Where had he heard
the name before? 1t was very ia
miliar. And then the girls mother
gave him the clew, for when h adj
dressed her daughter she called her
Hazel.
Hazel Strong! What memories the
name inspired! It had been a letter to
this girl, penned by the fair hand OF
lane Porter, that had carried to him
the first message from the woman he
loved. How wildly 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 1t
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
Porter's best friend!
Let us go back a few months to the
little, wind swept platform of a 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 Archimedes Q. Porter. his
hands clasped beneath the tails Of his
long coat, PAGES back and forth under
the ever watchful eye of his faithful
secretary. Samuel T. Philander. Twice
within the past few minutes he has
started absentmindedly across the
tracks in the direction of a nearby
swamp. only to be rescued and drag
~od hocb hv tho tirolQao Mr. Phf ndQr