The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-01-08

Cape Verde gTonp, wh s7a coast of Africa in about degrees north latitude
 Hie letter described the island ninutely, as well as the location of the Teastlres niest little old map you ever saw, with 1 trees and rocks all marked by scrawly KS to show the exact spot where the treasure had been buried
 When papa explained the real nature of the expedition my heart sank, for l know so we'll how visionary and lIllprac- tica1 the poor dear has always been that [ feared that he had again been du9ed. especially when he told me that he had paid 6 thousand dollars for the letter and map. had borrowed s100oo more from Robert Canler and had given bis notes for the amount.
 Mr. Canler had asked for no security, and you know, dearie. what that will mean for me if papa cannot meet them. Oh. how detest that man. We all tried to look on the bright side Of things. but MT. Philander and Mr. Clayton-he joined us in London just for the adventure-both felt skeptical as F
 To make q long story short we found
 bound oak chest wrapped in many layers of oiled sailcioth and as strong and firm
 as when it had been buried nearly 2oo
 It 1t was simply filled with gold coin and
 was so heavy that four men bent beneath its weight.
 kL but murder and rntsfcrtune to those who have to do with t. for three days after we sailed from the Cape Verde islands our own crew nnutinied and killed every one of their officers.
 It was the most ferrifying experience one could Imagine. cannot even write Of it.
 They were going to kill us, 100, but one
 of them, the leader a man named King.
 would not let them, and so they sailed
 south along the coast to a lonely spot
 
 they have landed and left us
 They sailed away with the treasure to- day, but MT Clayton says they will meet with a fate similar to the mutineers Of the ancient gaIleons because King, the only man aboard who knew augbt of nav igation, was murdered on the beach by one Of the n9en fhs day we landed.
 I wish you could know MT. Clayton. He is the dearest fellow imaginable. and, un- less am mistaken, he has fallen very
 much in love with poor little me.
 He is the only son of Lord Greystoke
 and some day will inherit the title and estates. In addition, hefis wealthy in his
 own right. But the fact that he is going to be an English lord makes me very sad. You know what my sentiments have al- ways been relative to American girls who married titled foreigners Oh. if he were only a plain American gent1en1ani But it isn't his fault, poor fellow and in everything except birth he would do cred 1t to my darling old country, and that is the greatest compliment know how to We have had the most weird experiences since we were landed here-papa and Mir. Philander lost in the jungle and chased by real Hon; ndr Clayton lost and att tackled twice by wild beasts; Esmera1da. k and cornered in an old cabin by d per fectly awful man eating tigerl Oh, it was simply .'terrffcal,' Esmera1da would sayt
 But the strangest part Of it all is the wonderful creature who rescued us all. I
 have not seen him, but MT. Clayton and papa and MT. Phiiander have, and they say that he is a perfectly god1ike white man tanned to a dusky brown, with the strength of a wild elephant, the agility Of
 monkey and the bravery of a lion He speaks no English and vanishes as quickly and as mysteyiously after he has performed some va1orous deed as though
 he were a disembodied spirit Then we have another weird neighbor, who printed a beautiful sign in English and tackled it on the door of his cabin | which we have pre-empted, warning us to destroy none of his belongings and sign ing himseH '.Tarzan of the Apes
 We have never seen him, though we think he is about, for one of the sailors who was going to shoot MT Clayton in the back received a spear in his shoulder
 rT T5a soe fors unsssn zee nAnd nd, fn the JunsIe Of food, so, as we have only a single re- yoiver with but three cartridges left in it.
 Me oo noI knoW oaa now we can procure meat, | exist indefinitely on the wild fruit and nuts which abound in the jungle d1A very lired now so shall go to my funny bed of grasses which MT Clayton gathered for me, but will add to this from day to day as things happen. Lovingly. JANE PORTER To Hazel Strong. Baltimore, Maryland TarZan sat in brown study for a
 long time after he Finished reading the
 letter. It was filed with So many new and wonderful things that his brain was in whirl as, he attempted to di-
 gest them all
 | So they did not know that he was Tarzan of the apes. He would tell them. 1 In his tree he had constructed rude l shelter of leaves and boughs, beneath which, protected from the rain, he had placed the few treasures brought from the cabin Among these were some pencils.
 He took one, and beneath Jane Por- ter's signature he wrote, .I am Tarzan 1 of the apes"
 l He thought that would be sufficient.
 Later he would return the letter to the i eabi7-
 tTo be ContiUued.) |