Devils Lake world. (Devils Lake, N.D.) 1914-1915, 1915-01-21

BY the cabin door stood Jane Porter.
THE poor lieutenant?" she asked.
did you find no trace of HING"
I'VE were too late. Miss Porter" he
replied sadly.
"Tell me-what had happened?" she
asked.
81 cannot. Miss Porter. It is too hor--
rible."
She thought Of what Clayton had
said Of the forest mans probable rela-
tionship to this tribe.
To him, too. suddenly came the
thought Of the forest man. The strange
jealousy he had felt two days before
swept over him once more.
In sudden brutality that was unlike
him he blurted out:
when your forest god left you he
was doubtless hurrying to the feast"
He was sorry ere the words were
spoken. though he did not know how
cruelty they had cut the girl. Ills re-
greet was for his baselesS disloyalty to
one who had saved the lives Of every
member of his party nor ever offered
harm to one.
The girls head went high.
There could he but one suitable re-
ply to Your assertion" she said 1cily,
"and | regret that ! am not a man that
! might make it..
She turned quickly and entered the
cabin.
Clayton was an E%n-lishman, so the
girl had passed quite out Of sight be-
fore he deduc"I what reply a man
would have made.
Upon my word" lie said ~ruefully,
''sl1e called me IA liar. And ! fancy I
deserved it. Id better go to bed"
But before he did so he called gently
to Jane Porter upon the opposite side
Of the sailcloth partition. for he wish
ed to apologize. but he might as well
have addressed the sphinx. Then he
wrote upon a piece of paper and showed
it beneath the partition.
Jane Porter saw the little note and
ignored it. for she was very angry and
hurt and mortified. but she was a wo-
man, and so eventually she picked 1t
up and read It. 1t said:
My Dear Miss Porter-I had no reason
to insinuate what I did. My only excuse
is that my nerves must be unstrung, which
Is no excuse at all.
Please try to think that I did not say
1t. I an very sorry. I would not have
hurt you above all others in the world.
Say that you forgive me.
WIN. CECIL CLAYTON.
HE did think it or he never would
have said it." reasoned the girl. But
It cannot be true. l know it is not
truer!'
One sentence in the letter frightened
her-"I would not have hurt you above
all others in the world"
A week ago that sentence would
have filed her with delight. Now it
depressed her.
She wished she had never met Clay
ton. She was sorry that she had eve
seen the forest god--no. she was glad
And there was that other note she had
found in the grass before the cabin the
day after her return from the jungle.
the love note signed by Tarzan Of the
apes.
WIZ SouAA w IAAo ! L
he were another Of the wild denizens
of this terrible forest. what might he
not do to claim her?
When D'Arnot regained conscious
ness he found himself lying Upon a bed
Of soft ferns and grasses beneath a
little A shaped shelter of boughs.
At his feet an opening looked out
upon a g~reensward. and at a little dis
lance beyond was the dense wall Of
jungle and forest.
He. was very lame and sore and
weak. and as full consciousness re.
turned he felt the sharp torture Of
many cruel wounds and the dull ach-
ing Of every bone and muscle in his
body as a result Of the hideous beating
he had received.
The incessant hum of the jungle.
the rustling of millions of leaves, the
buzz of insects. the voices Of the birds
and monkeys seemed blended into a
strangely soothing pur, as though he
lay apart, far from the myriad life
that surrounded him and whose sounds
came to him only family.
At length be fell into slumber, nor
did he awake again until afternoon.
Looking through the opening at his
feet, he saw the figure Of a man squat
ting on his launches.
The broad. muscular back was turn
ed toward him; but. tanned though 1t
was, D'Arnot saw that it was the
back of a white man. and he thanked
heaven.
The Frenchman called family. The
man turned and. rising, came toward
the shelter. His face was very hand
some, the handsomest. thought D'Ar-
not, that he had ave- seen.
STOPPING, he crawled into the shelter
beside the wounded officer and placed
a cool hand upon his forehead.
D'Arnot spoke to him in French, but
the man only shook his head-sadly. 1t
seemed to the Frenchman.
Then D'Arnot tried English, but still
the man shook his head. Italian, Span
foh on1 C4vroo- h~o,,~6k .las1n- IL.