The Calhoun chronicle. [volume] (Grantsville, W. Va.) 1883-1984, 1914-04-23

black ran to bury her face i'm her mis-
tress' shoulders.
Jane Porter. turning at the cry. saw
the cause of 1t lying prone upon the
floor before them-the whtened skele-
! ton of man. a further glance re
vealed second skeleton upon the bed
What horrible place are we in?"
murmured the awe stricken girl But
there was no panic ia her fright
! At last. dscngacing herself from the
frantic clutch of the still shricklny rs
meralda. Jane Porter crossed the room
10 look into the littiC cradle. knowing
what she should see there before ever
! the tiny skeleton disclosed itself i'm all
its ptiful ana pathetic frailty
! What nm awful tragedy these mute
bones proclaimed! The girl Shuddcred
at thought Of the possibilities that
might lie before herself and her friends
in this i'll fated cabin.
Quickly, with an inpatient stamp of
her foot she endeavored to shake off
the gloomy forebodinSs. and turning
to Esmeralda babe her cease her wall
| ing
stop, Esmeralda; stop it this min
ute!' she cried. You are only making
its worse. never saw such big
baby"
Soon the girl found that the door
was equipped with heavy wooden
bar upon the inside. After several
efforts the combined strength OF the
two enabled them TO slip ii into place
the first time in twenty years
After Clayton had plunged into the
jungle, the sailors OF the
Arrow-fell into discussion of their
next step. but ON one point all were
agreed-that they should hasten TO put
off to the anchored Arrow. where they
could at least be safe from the spears
| of their unseen foe
/ So much had Tarzan seen that day
that his head was in whirl of wonder.
But the most wonderful sight of all TO
him was the face of the beautiful white
girl.
Here mt last was one of his own
Kind; of that he was positive. And
the young man and the two old men.
they too. were much as he had pic
tured his own people to be.
lie did not understand anything of
the motives behind all that he had
seen. but somehow intuitively he
liked the young man and the two old
men. and for the girl he had strange
longing which he scarcely understood.
AS for the big black woman. she was
evidently connected in some way with
the girl, and so he liked her also.
cially Snipes, he had developed "A great
hatred. He knew by their threaten
ing gestures and by the expressions
upon their evil faces that they were
enemies of the others. and so he de-
cided to watch them very closely.
TaZan wondered why the men had
gone into the jungle Never did il
occur to him that one could become
lost in that maze of underground
which TO him was as simple as the
main street of your own home town.
When he saw the sailors row away
toward the ship and knew that the
girl and her companion were safe i'm
his cabin he decided to follow the
young man into the Jungle and learn
what his errand might be He swung
of rapidly in the direction taken is
Clayton and i'm short time heard
family In the distance the now only
occasional calls of the Eng'ishman To
his friends.
Presently TaHan came up with the
white man. who. almost tagged. was
leaning against tree wipine the per
spiration from his forehead The ape
man, hiding safe behind screen of
foliage, sat watching this new speci-
men of his own race intently.
At intervals Clayton called aloud.
and finally it came to TarZan that he
was searching for the Old men.
Tarzan was on the point OF going of
to look for them himself when he
caught the yellow CLINT of sleek hide
moving cautiously through the Jungle
toward Clayton.
1t was Sheeta. the leopard He
heard the soft bending Of grasses ana
wondered why the young white man
was not warned. Could it be he had
failed to note the loud warning? Nev-
er before had Tarzan known Sheeta 10
be so clumsy.
No. the white man did not hear.
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ana then. shrill and horri lie. there
rose upon the stiffness of the jungle
the awful cry OF the challenging ape.
and Sheeta turned. crashing into the
underbrush.
Clayton came to his feet with n
start His blood ran cold Never had
so fearful sound smote upon his ears
He was no coward. but If ever man
felt the Icy fingers Of fear upon his
heart Cecil Clayton, eldest son Of Lord
Greystoke Of England. did that day I'm
the fastness Of the African jungle
The noise of some great body crash
ing through the underbrush so close
beside him and the sound of that blood
curdling shrek from above tested
Clayton's courage 10 the limit. but me
could not know that IL was To that
very voice he owed his life nor tlat
the creature who hurled it forth was
his own cousin-the real Lord Grey
stoke.
The afternoon was drawing fo
close. and Clayton. dishcartcncd ANA
discouraged was in terrible ounu
dairy ms to the proper course O. pursue.
whether to keep ON in scnrch or rro
lessor Porter. at the almost crrHu
f.fuf Of d. 4.