The Devils Lake world and inter-ocean. (Devils Lake, N.D.) 1915-1920, 1915-02-04
cseyvauss4 tD14, BY the Frank A.
Aunssy npany.

tln:' asked D'Arnot In surprise.
Yes. She was a great, fine ape,
larger than l and weighing twice as
much.'
"And you also knew your father?'
asked D'Arnot.
Il did not know him. Kala told me
he was q white ape and hairless like
myself. l know 10Y that he must
have been a white man.
D'Arnot looked long and earnestly
at his companion.
"Tarzan." he said at length, lit is
impossible that the ape, Kala, was
your mother. You are pure man and,
I should say, the offspring of highly
bred and intelligent parents. Have yon
not the slightest ciew to your past"
Not the slightest" replied Tarzan.
mo writing in the cabin that might
have told something Of the lives of its
original inmates?'
Il have read everything that was
in the cabin with the exception Of one
book. which l know now to be written
in a language other than English. Pos
Sibly you can read IT.
Tarzan fislaed the little black diary
from the bottom of his culver and
handed it to his companion.
D'Arnot glanced at the title page.
1T is the diary of John Clayton,
Lord Greystoke, an English nobleman,
and it is written in French" he said.
D'.Arnot read it aloud. Occasionally
his voice broke, and he was forced to
stop reading for the hopelessness that
spoke between the lines.
! Often he glanced at TarZan. but the
ape man sat upon his launches like a
carven image, his eyes fixed upon the
ground.
Only when the little babe was men
toned did the tone of the diary alter
from the habitual note of despair
which had crept into it by degrees
after the first two months upon the
shore.
Then the passages were tinged with
a subdued happiness that was even
sadder thar the rest.
One entry showed an almost hopeful
spirit:
Today our little boy is six months old.
He has grabbed my pen In his chubby
1st and with his ink begrimed little fin
gers has placed the seal of his tiny fin
ger prints upon the page.
Upon the margin of the page were
the partially blurred imprints Of four
wee fingers and the outer half Of the
thumb.
When D'Arnot. had finished the diary
the tive men sat in silence for some
minutes.
"Well, Tarzan of the apes, what
think yeu?" asked D'Arnot. docs not
. this little book clearsu up the mystery Of
!; your .%parentage? You are Lord Grey
stoke"
Tarzan shock his head.
"The>bsok speaks of but enc child y
he replied. "1ts skeleton lay in the
crib, where it died crying for nourish.
ment. from the. first time j entered the
cabin uatil Professor 'Porteff's party
buried it, with its father and7mother,
beside the Cabin
A week later the two men came sud.
! denly, upon a clearing in the forest.
In the distance several build.
ings surrouAded by q str9ag paAsade'
Betweeh them and tie Enclosure
stretched, a cultivated field IN which.s
number Of negroes were working.
Tarzan started straight across the
field. his head high'heid and the trop.
zeal sun beating upon his smooth
brown skin.
Behind him came D'Arnot, clothed In
some garments which had been dis
carded at the cabin by Clayton when
the officers of the French cruiser had
fitted him u in more presentable
fashion.
Presently one of the blacks looked
up and. beholding Tarzan striding to
ward him, turned, shrteking, and made
for the palisade.
In an instant the air was filed will
cries Of terror from the fleeing garden
ers, but before any had reached thu
palisade a white nan emerged from
the Enclosure, rife in hand, to discover
the cause of the commotion.
D'Arnot cried loudly to him:
"Do not fire! We are friends!"
"Halt, them" was the reply.
"Stop, Tarzan!" cried D'Arnot, halt
ing the ape man in his tracks.
"He thinks we are enemies"
Tarzan dropped into a walk, and
together he and D'Arnot advanced to
ward the white man by the gate.
The latter eyed them in puzzled be
wilderment.
what m of men are you?" he
asked in French.
white men," replied D'Arnot. 1--WE
have been lost In the jungle for q
long time"
." am Father Constantin Of the
French mission here" said the other
II am glad TO welcome you.''