The Kennewick courier. [volume] (Kennewick, Wash.) 1905-1914, 1914-02-13
TARTAN OF
THE APES
By EDGAR RICE
BURROUGHS
Copyright. 1912, by the Frank A.
Copyright. 1912, by the Frank A.
Munsey Company

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Jane Porter saw the little note and
ignored it, for she was very angry and
hurt and mortified. but she was a wo-
man. and so eventually she picked it
up and read it. 1t said:
My Dear Miss Porter-I had no reason
to insinuate what I did My only excuse
is that my nerves must be unstrung, which
Is no excuse at all.
Please try to think that did not say
1t l am very sorry. I would not have
hurt you above all others in the world.
Say that you forgive me-
VIM. CECIL CLAYTON.
He did think 1t or he never would
have said it." reasoned the girl But
1t cannot be true. | know it is not
truer'
One sentence in the letter frightened
her-"I would not have hurt you above
all others in the world
A 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.
Who could be this new sutton? II
he were another of the wild denizens
Of this terrible forest. what might he
not do to claim her?
When D'Arnot regained conscious
ness he found himself lying upon a bed
of soft ferns and grasses beneath a
little A shaped shelter of boughs.
At his feet an opening looked out
upon a greensward. and at little dis
lance 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 ach-
ing Of every bone and muscle in his
body as a result Of the hideous beating
he had received.
The incessant hum of the jungle.
the rustling of millions Of leaves. the
buzz of insects. the voices of the birds
and monkeys seemed blended into
strangely soothing pur, as though he
lay apart, far from the myriad life
that surrounded him and whose sounds
came to him only family.
At length be fell into slumber, nor
did he awake again until afternoon.
Looking through the opening at his
feet he saw the figure Of a man squat
ting on his launches.
The broad. muscular back was turn
ed toward him; but. tanned though 1t
was, D'Arnot saw that 1t was the
back Of white man. and he thanked
heaven.
The Frenchman called family. The
man turned and. rising, came toward
the shelter His face was very hand
some. the handsomest. thought DAT
not. that he had ever seen.
STOPPING, be crawled into the shelter
beside the wounded officer and placed
cool hand upon his forehead.
D'Arnot spoke to him in French, but
seemed to the Frenchman.
Then D'Arnot tried English, but still
the man shook his head. Italian. Span
fish and German brought similar dis
engagement.
After examining D'Arnot's wounds
the man left the shelter and disap-
peared In half an hour he was back
with fruit and hollow, gourdlike veg
etable filed with water.
D'Arnot drank and ate little. Sud-
denly the man fastened from the shell
ter, only to return few minutes later
with several pieces Of bark and-wOn-
der of wonders-a lead pencil.
Squatting beside D'Arnot. he wrote
for a minute on the smooth inner
surface Of the bark; then he handed it
to the Frenchman. D'Arnot read:
I am Tarzan Of the apes. Who are you?
| Can you read this language?
D'Arnot eagerly seized the pencil;
then he stopped. This strange man
wrote English. Evidently he was an
| Englishman.
"Yes," said D'Arnot. Il read Eng
| lish. l speak it also. Now we may
talk. First let me thank you for all
| that you have done for me-"
The man only shook his head and
| pointed to the pencil and the bark.
Mon Dieuw cried D'Arnot "If you
are English. why is it then that you
cannot speak EnglishT'
And then in flash it came to him
the man was a mute, possibly a deaf
| mute.
So D'Arnot wrote a message on the
bark in English:
I am Paul d'Arnot, lieutenant in the
| navy Of France L thank you for what
| you have done for me. You have saved
| my life. and all that / have Is yours
| May ask how it is that one who writes
| English does not speak it?
Tarzan's reply filed D'Arnot with
still greater wonder:
! speak only the language of my tribe
| the great apes who were Kerchak's, and
little of the languages of Tantor, the
| elephant, and Numa, the lion, and of the
| other folks Of the jungle l understand
| With human being ! have never spoken
except once with Jane Porter by signs