The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-04-13

Russians face as he looked into the hard, gray eyes of his visitor.
 'eName of a namei'' he. shouted, springing to his feet. What brings you here?"
 s'Sit down!'' said Tarzan so low that the men could barely catch the words. but in a tone that brought Rokon to his chair and kept Paulvitch in his.
 'sYou know what has brought me here,'' he continued in the same low tone. .'It should be to kill you, but \ because you are Olga de Coude's broth CT shall not do that-now.
 tI shall give you chance for your lives. Paulvitch does not count much he is merely a stupid. foolish little tool-and so shall not kill him so long as I permit you to live. Before leave you two alive in this room you will I have done two things. The first will be to write a full confession of your con nectfon with ton1ght's plot-and sign it.
 'The second will be to promise me upon pain of death that you will per init no word of this affair-to get into the newspapers If you do not do both neither of you will be alive when I pass next through that door. Do you understand?" And, without waiting for reply: Make haste. There is ink before you and paper and pen"
 Rokon assumed 8 truculent air., at tempting by bravado to show how lit- tie he feared Tarzan's threats. An in stant later he felt the ape-man's steel fingers at his throat, and Paulvitch, reach the door, was lifted completely of the floor and hurled senseless into corner. When Rokon commenced to blacken about the face Tarzan released his hold and showed the fellow back into his chair. After a moment of coughing Rokoff ssat sullenly glaring at the man standing opposite him. Presently Paulvitch came to himself and hmped painfully back to his chair at Tarzan's command
 ttNow write,' said the ape-man. eff 1t is necessary to handle you again shall not be so 1entent-' P
 Roken picked up a pen and com menced to write.
 "See that you omit no detail and that you mention every name." cautioned Tarxan. II
 Presently there was knock at the door. etEnter,'' said Tarzan. - A dapper young man came in. 4eI am from the Matin,is' he announced. .I un- derstand that M Rokof has story. for me-
 Then you are mistaken, monsieur" replied Tarzan. "You have no story for publication, have you, my dear Niko- las?'' as
 Rokon looked up from his writing, with an ugly scowl upon his face.
 ssNo,'' he growied. .I have no story for publication-now."
 -1Nor ever, my dear Nikolas,'' and the reporter did not see the nasty light in the ape-man's eye; but Nikolas Rokof did.
 'tNor ever, he repeated hastily.
 eIt is too bad that monsieur has been troubled" said Tarzan, turning to the newspaper man. T bid monsieur good evening" and he bowed the dap per young man out of the room and closed the door in his face.
 An hour later Tarzan, with rather bulky manuscript in his coat pocket, turned at the door leading from Re- koff's room.
 .sWere l. youI should leave France g he said, flor sooner or later shall find an excuse to kill you that will not in any way compromise your sister"
 D'Arnotswas asleep when Tarzan en- tered their apartments after leaving Rokom's. Tarzan did not disturb him, but the following morning he narrated the happenings of the previous even ing, emitting net single detail.
 tsWhat a fool I have been," he con cluded. s.De Coude and his wife were both my friends How have returned their friendship? Barely did I escape murdering the count L have east a stigma on the name of good woman. It is very probable that I have broken up happy home"
 s.Do you love Olga de Coude?" asked D'Arnot.
 Were I not positive that she does not love me I could not answer your question, Paul, but without disloyalty to her tell you that do not love her, nor does she love me. For an instant we were the victims of sudden madness-at 1t was not love-and it would have left us unharmed as suddenly as it had come upon us e7eh though De Coude had not returned, As you know, have had little experience of women Olga de Coude is very beautiful, that and the dim light and the seductive surrounding and the appeal of the de fenseIess for protection might have been resisted by more civilized man, but my civilization is not even skin deep-it does not go deeper than my clothes.
 Paris is no place for me. I will but continue to stumble into more and more serious pitfalls. The nlan-made restrictions are irksome. feel always that am prisoner. cannot endure it, my friend, and so think that I shall go back to my own jungle and lead the life that God intended that I should lead when he put me there"
 "Da,pot take it so to heart, Jean, 9 respoifded D'Arnot. ttYou have acquit- ted yourself much better than most civilized men would have under simi- lar circumstances. As to leaving Paris at this time, I rather think that Raoul de Coude may be expected to have something to say on that subject before long,