Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1915-12-10
the jungle the first person that Pro-

the jungle the first person that Pro-
fessor Porter and Cecil Clayton saw
was Jane Porter standing by the cab
in door.
With little cry Of Joy and relief
she ran forward to greet them.
throwing 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
cabin, and the Frenchman turned to-
ward the beach from which several
Of their fellows were advancing to
meet them.
Clayton, wishing to leave father
and daughter alone, Joined the sailors
and remained talking with the officers
until their boat pulled away toward
the cruiser, whittier Lieutenant Char
pentier was bound to report the un-
happy outcome Of his adventure.
Then Clayton turnd 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.
"Jane!" 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 you?"
Clayton noticed that she did not
return 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.
"I am already repaid" he laughed,
"just to see you and Professor Porter
both safe, we'll 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?"
1T 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
adventure, 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
fighting. I know he went to aid you"
Her tone was almost pleading, her
manner tense with suppressed emo
ton. 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.
mol" she exclaimed vehemently,
much too vehemently, he thought
1T could not be. They were negroes.
He is a white man-and a gentle
mani"
Clayton was a generous and chival-
rous man, but something in the girls
defense Of the forest man stirred him
to unreasoning jealously, so that for
the instant he forgot all that he owed
to this wild demigod, and he answer
ed her with half a 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
carrion eating acquaintance. The
chances are that he is some half de-
mented cast-away who will forget US
more quickly, but no more surely,
than we shall forget him. He is only
a beast Of the jungle, Miss Porter"
The girl did not answer, but she
felt her heart shrivel within her. An
ger and hatred against one we love
steel our hearts, but contempt or pity
leaves us silent and ashamed.