The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-04-08

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 1t not occur to you that once Miss Por- ter knew the truth she would break her engagement with Clayton2 You might easily have your title, your es- ,tates and the woman you love, Tar gan Had you not thought of thatr'
 Tarzan shook his head ssYou 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- ouaintance with Paris. In the daytime he haunted the libraries and picture galleries. He learned what he could by day and threw himself into 1 search for relaxation and amusement at night. Nor did he find Paris a whit less fertile field for his nocturnal avocation.
 He was sitting in a music hall one eveuing slipping his absinth and ad- miring the art of a certain famous Russian dancer when he caught 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 l sponse 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 accustomed 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 a rapid pace.
 1 Tarzan had been wont to traverse l the Rue Maule on his, way home at night. Because it was very quiet and very dark it reminded him more of his l beloved African jungle than did the noisy and garish streets surrounding it. l If you are familiar with your Paris | you will recall the narrow, forbidding i precincts of the Rue Maule. If you are not you need but ask the police about 1t 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 1 the squalid old tenements which line 1 this dismal way when he was attract l ed by screams and cries for help from l the third floor of an opposite building. 1 The voice was woman's. Before the 1 echoes of her first cries had died Tar
 gan was bounding up the stairs and through the dark corridors to her res
 cue. s~' | 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 a dimly lighted
 room. An oH lamp burned upon q high,
 old fashioned mantel, casting its dim
 rays over a dozen repulsive figures.
 All but one were men. The other was
 a woman of about thirty. Her face,
 marked by low passions and diss1pa-
 ton, might once have been lovely. She
 stood with one. hand at her throat,
 crouching against the farther wall.
 "Help, monsieur she cried in a low
 voice as Tarzan entered the room;
 ''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 %r
 turn. Two things his eyes saw, and
 one of them caused him considerable wonderment A man was sneakne
 stealthfIy from the room, and in the
 brief glance that Tarzan had of him
 he saw that it was Rokon.
 But the other thing that he saw wal of more immediate interest. 1t was q
 great brute Of fellow tiptoeing upon
 him from behind with a huge bludgeor
 in his hand, and then as the man and
 his confederates saw that he was dis
 covered there was a concerted rush upon Tarzan from all sides. Some o1
 the men drew knives, others picked UT
 chairs, while the fellow with the bludg
 con raised 1t high above his head in [
 mighty swing that would have crushed
 Tarzan's head had it ever descended
 upon it.
 But the brain and the agility and tht
 muscles that had coped with the
 mighty strength and cruel craftiness
 of Sabor and Numa in the fastness' ol their savage jungle were not to be st easily subdued as these apaches o1 } Paris had believed.
 Selecting his most formidable antago hist, the fellow with the bludgeon, Tar
 Ban charged full upon him, dodging tn, falling weapon and catching the mar
 terrific blow on the point of the clil that felled him in his tracks. Then h, turned upon the others. This wal Il sport. He was reveling in the joy O.