The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-01-13

tier had been inseparable since boy hood.
 It was quite late when they reached the cabin by the beach. The dead and wounded men were tenderly placed in boats and rowed silently toward the cruiser:
 Clayton, exhausted from his five days of laborious marching through the jungle and from the effects of his two battles with blacks, turned to- ward the cabin to seek a mouthfu1 of food and then the comparative ease of his bed of grasses after two nights in the jungle.
 By the cabin door stood Jane Porter.
 saThe poor Heutenant?'' she asked. .sDid you find no trace of himT
 s.We were too late, Miss Porter he replied sadly.
 ssTeIl me-what had happened?'' she asked.
 s.I cannot Miss Porter It is too hor-- rible''
 She thought of what Clayton had said of the forest mans probable rela- tionship to this tribe.
 To him, too, suddenly came the thought of the forest man. The strange Jealousy he had felt two days before swept over him once more.
 In sudden brutality that was unlike him he bIurted out.
 When your forest god left you he was doubtless hurrying to the feasts { He was sorry ere the words were spoken, though he did not know how cruelty they had cut the girl. His re- gret was for his baseless disloyalty to one who had saved the lives of every member of his party nor ever offered harm tc one.
 The girls head went high.
 There could be but one suitable re- ply to your assertion She said jelly, 'sand I regret that am not man that T might make it.
 She turned quickly and entered the cabin
 Clayton was an EngfiAhman, so the girl had passed quite out of sight be- fore he deduced what reply q man would have made.
 sUpon my word,'' he said ruefuIly, 'sshe called me liar. And fancy I deserved it. I'd better go to bed.'
 But before he did so he called gently to Jane Porter upon the opposite side of the sai1cloth partition, for he wish ed to apologize, but he might as well have addressed the sphinx. Then he wrote upon a piece of paper and showed it beneath the partition. l Jane Porter saw the little note and ignored it, for she was very angry and hurt and mortified, but she was q wo- man, and so eventually she picked 1t up and read it. 1t said:
 My Dear Miss Porter-I had no reason to insinuate what did. My only excuse is that my nerves must be unstrung. which is no excuse at all
 Please try to think that I did not say it. am very sorry T would not have hurt you above all others in the world Say that you forgive me. 5
 VIM cECIL CLAYToN sHe did think it or he never would have said it,'' reasoned the girl. 'sBut 1t cannot be true I know it is not trgle!'' sss
 One sentence in the letter frightened herr would not have hurt you above all others in the world. 7
 week ago that sentence would have filed her with delight. Now it depressed her : She wished she had never met Clay ton. She was sorry that she had ever seen the forest god-no, she was glad And there was that other note she had found in the grass before the cabin the day after her return from the jungle. the love note signed by Tarzan Of the apes.
 
 he were another of the wild denfzens of this terrible forest, what might he not do to claim her? < When DsArnot regained conscious ness he found himself lying upon bed of soft ferns and grasses beneath q little A shaped shelter Of boughs. At his feet an opening looked out upon a greensward, and at little dis tance beyond was the dense wall of jungle and forest.
 He was very lame and sore and weak. and as full consciousness re turned he felt the sharp torture of many cruel wounds and the dull acE- ing of every bone and muscle in his body as a result of the hideous beating he had received.
 The incesaant hum of the jungle, the rustling of millions of leaves, the buzz of insects, the voices Of the birds | and monkeys seemed blended into a strangely soothing pur, as though he ! lay apart, far from the myriad life l that surrounded him and whose sounds came to him only faintIy. At length he fell into siumber, nor | did he awake again until afternoon. Looking through the opening at his feet, he saw the figure of a man squat 1 ting on his haunches. The broad muscular back was turn 1 ed toward him; but, tanned though it | was, D'Arnot saw that it was the 1 back of d white man. and he thanked 1 heaven.
 The Frenchman called faintly. The man turned and, rising, came toward