The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1914-07-09


know Of himself?' Who was he? Who
were his parents?
Why. his very name echoed his mys-
terious origin and his savage life.
He had no name. Could she be
happy with this jungle waif? Could
she find anything in common with a
husband whose life had been spent in
the treetops of an African wilderness?
Could he ever rise to her social sphere!
Could she bear TO think Of sinking to
his? Would either of them be happy!
You do not answer" he said. DO
you shrink from wounding me-
II do not know what answer TO
make" said Jane Porter sadly. Il do
not know my Owl mind"
You do not love me. them" he asked
in a level tone.
do not ask me. You will be hap
pier without me. You were never
meant for the restrictions and cOnven-
tionalities Of civilization. 1t would
become irksome to you. In n little
while you would long for the freedom
of your old life, to which | am rs to
tally untitled as you to mine"
II think | understand you" he re-
piled quietly. Il shall not urge you.
for | would rather see you happy than
10 be happy myself. And | see now
that you could not be happy with-an
ape"
There was the faintest tinge Of bit
terEess in his voice.
Don't" she remonstrated-"don't
say that. You don't understand
But ere she could go on a sudden
turn in the road brought them into the
midst of a little hamlet.
Before them stood Clayton's car, sur
rounded by the party he had brought
from the cottage.
Al the sight of Jane cries of relief
and delight broke from every lip, and
as TarZan's car stopped beside the
other Professor Porter caught his
daughter in his arms.
For a moment no n noticed Tarzan
sitting silently in his seat.
Clayton was the first to remember
and. turning, held out his hand.
How can we ever thank you?" he
exclaimed. You have saved us all.
You called me by name at the cottage.
but l do not seem to recall yours,
though there is something very famil-
lar about you.
1T is as though | had known you
well under very different conditions a
long time ago"
Tarzan smiled as he took the prof
fered hand.
You are quite right, NJ. Clayton" he
said in French. You will pardon me
If | do not speak to you in English. |
am just learning it. and, while | I'M
derstand it fairly well, speak it very
poorly"
But who are you?" insisted Clay
ton. speaking in French this time him
self.
"Tarzan of the apes"
Clayton started back in surprise.
"By Jove!' he exclaimed. 1T is
true
Professor Porter and Mr.. Philander
pressed forward to add their thanks
to Clayton's and to voice their sur
prise and pleasure at seeing this jungle
friend so far from his savage home.
The party now entered the modest
little hostelry, where Clayton soon
made arrangements for their enter
tainment.
They were sitting in the little, stuffy
parlor when the distant chugging Of
an approaching automobile caught
their attention.
Mr.. Philander. who was sitting ear
the window. looked out as the ma
chine drew in sight. finally stopping
beside the other cars.
BLESS me- said Mr.. Philander. a
shade of annoyance in his tone. ut
is Mr.. Canler. | had hoped-er-I had
thought or-er-how very happy we
should be that he was not caught in
the fire." he ended lamely. But who
is the clerical looking gentleman with
him."
Jane Porter blanched.
Clayton moved uneasily in his chair.
Professor Porter moved his spec
tacles nervously and breathed upon
them. but replaced them on his nose
without wiping.
The ubiquitous Esmeralda grunted.
Only TarZan did not comprehend.
Presently Robert Canler burst into
the room
Thank heaven he cried. Il fear
ed the worst until | saw your car.
Clayton. | was cut off on the south
road and had to 20 away back to town
and then strike east to this road. |
thought we'd never reach the cottage
No one seemed very enthusiastic.
Tarzan eyed Robert Canler as SAILOR
eyed his prey.
Jane Porter glanced at him and
coughed n~ervously.
"Mr. Canler." she said. this is NJ,
Tarzan, an old friend
Canler turned and extended his
hand. Tarzan rose and bowed as only
D'Arnot could have taught a gentle,
man to do 1t. but he did not seem to
see Canler's hand.
Nor did Canler appear to notice the
oversight.
This is the Rev. Mr.. Tousley, Jane
said Canler. turning to the clerical par
~ hobinH him SNr Toy.lox Nf;.o Dor