The Kennewick courier. [volume] (Kennewick, Wash.) 1905-1914, 1914-02-13
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Continued from Last Week.

ing by the Deacn. put Tor two or them
the return brought so great happi-
ness that all their suffering and heart
breaking grief were forgotten on the
instant.
AS the little party emerged from the
jungle the first person that Professor
Porter and Cecil Clayton saw was
Jane Porter standing by the cabin
door,
With a little cry of joy and relief
she ran forward to greet them, throw
ing her arms about her fathers neck
and bursting into tears for the first
time since they had been cast upon
this hideous and adventurous shore.
Professor Porter, burying his old
face in the girls shoulder. sobbed like
a tired child.
Jane Porter led him toward the cab
in, and the Frenchmen turned toward
the beach from which several Of their
fellows We're advancing to meet them.
Clayton. wishing to leave father and
daughter alone. joined the sailors and
remained talking with the officers I'M
til their boat pulled away toward the
cruiser, whittier Lieutenant Charpen-
tier was bound to report the unhappy
outcome of his adventure
Then Clayton turned back slowly
toward the cabin. His heart was filled
with happiness. The woman he loved
was safe.
AS he approached the cabin he saw
her coming out. When she saw him
she hurried forward to meet him.
"Janer' he cried. Heaven has been
good to us indeed. Tell me how you
escaped-what form Providence took
to save you for-us.''
He had never before called her by
her given name. Forty-eight hours be-
fore it would have suffused Jane POr-
ter with soft glow Of pleasure to
hear that name from Clayton's lips.
Now it frightened her.
"Mr. Clayton" she said quietly, ex-
tending her hand, first let me thank
you for your loyalty to my father. He
has told me how noble and self sacri-
ficing you have been. How can we
ever repay your"
Clayton noticed that she did not re-
turn his familiar salutation, but he felt
no misgivings on that score. She had
been through so much. This was no
time to force his love upon her. he
quickly realized.
II am already repaid" he laughed.
lust to see you and Professor Porter
both SAFE well and together again"
The girl bowed her head. There was
a question she wanted to ask.
where is the forest man who went
to rescue you? Why did he not re-
turn?''
81 do not understand" said Clayton.
Whom do you mean?"
HE who has saved each of us-who
saved me from the gorilla"
"Oh." cried Clayton. in surprise. "It
was he who rescued you? You have
not told me anything of your adven-
ture. don't you know. Tell ME: do"
but the woodman." she urged.
"Have you not seen him? When we
heard the shots in the jungle. very
faint and far away. he left me. We
had just reached the clearing. and he
hurried off in the direction of the fight
ing. l know he went to aid you"
Her tone was almost pleading, her
manner tense with suppressed emotion.
Clayton could not but notice it, and he
wondered vaguely why she was so
deeply moved, so anxious to know the
whereabouts Of this strange creature
He did not suspect the truth. for how
could he?
In his breast. unknown to himself.
was implanted the first germ of jeal-
ousy and suspicion Of the ape man to
whom he owed his life.
1--WE did not see him." he replied
quietly HE did not join us. Posi-
bly, he joined his own tribe, the men
who attacked u.s."
He did not know why he had said it,
for he did not believe it. But love is a
strange master.
The girl looked at him wide eyed for
a moment.
"Now she exclaimed vehemently,
much too vehemently, he thought. 1T
could not be. They were negroes. He
is white man-and gentleman
Clayton was a generous and chival
rous man. but something In the girl:
defense of the forest man stirred him
to unreasoning jealousy, so that for the
instant he forgot all that he owed tt
this wild demigod, and he answered
her with a half sneer upon his lip.
Possibly you are right, Miss Por
ter" he said, but / do not think that
| any Of US need worry about our carrioI
| eating acquaintance. The chances are
that he is some half demented cast
away who will forget us more quickly
but no more surely, than we shall for
| get him. He is only beast Of the
| jungle Miss Porter"
| The girl did not answer. but she fell
her heart shrivel within her. Anger
and hate against one we love steel oul
hearts, but contempt or pity leaves III
| silent and ashamed.
| CHAPTER XVII.
Left In the Jungle.