Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1915-11-23

to the limb by his side.
Another moment brought the pro-
fessor within the sphere Of the friend
ly grip, and he too, was drawn up
ward to safety just as the baffled
Numa, with roar, leaped to recover
his vanishing quarry.
For a moment the two men clung,
painting to the great branch, while
Tarzan squatted with his back to the
stem of the tree, watching them with
mingled curiosity and amusement.
1t was the professor who first broke
the silence.
IT am deeply panied, Mr.. Philand-
er, that you should have evinced such
a paucity Of manly courage in the
presence of one Of the lower orders.
AS I was saying. Mr.. Philander, when
you interrupted me, the Moors"-
Professor Archimedes @. Porter u
broke in Mr.. .Philander in icy tones.
"the time has arrived when patience
becomes a crime and mayhem appears
garbed in the mantle Of virtue. You
have accused me of cowardice. Be-
lieve me, sir, am tottering on the
verge Of forgetfulness as to your ex-
alted position in the world Of science
and your gray hairs"
The professor sat in silence for a
few minutes, and the darkness hid the
grim smile that wreathed his wrinkled
countenance. Presently he spoke.
Look here, Skinny Philander," he
said in belligerent tones, "if you are
lookin' for a scrap, peel off your coat
and come down on the ground, and
I'll punch your head just as did sixty
years ago in the alley back Of Porky
Evans barn."
Ark" gasped the astonished Mr..
Philander. "Lordy, how good that
sounds! When you're human, Ark, l
love you. Somehow it seems as though
you had forgotten how to be human
for the last twenty years."
Forgive me, Skinny" the professor
said softly. "It hasn't been quite
twenty years, and heaven alone knows
how hard 1 have tried to be human
for James sake, and yours, too, since
my other Jane was taken away"
An old hand stole up from Mr.. Phi
landers side to clasp the professors.
and no other message could better
have translated the one heart to the
other. =
"You certainly pulled me up into
this tree just in time" said the pro-
fessor at last. II want to thank you.
You saved my life"
But I didn't pull you up here, pro-
fessor," said Mr.. Philander. BLESS
me- the excitement Of the moment
quite caused me to forget that I my
self was drawn up here. by some out
side agency. There must be some one
or something in this tree with u.s."
"Eh?" calculated Professor Porter.
Are you quite positive, Mr.. Philan-
der?'
Most positive, professor" replied
Mr.. Philander. And" he added, 81
think we should thank the party. He
may be sitting right next to you now,
professor"
Just then it occurred to Tarzan of
the apes that Numa had loitered be-
meath the tree for sufficient length
of time, so he raised his young head
toward the heavens, and there rang
out upon the terrified ears Of the two
old men the awful warning challenge
of the anthropoid.
The two friends. huddled trembling
in their precarious position on the
limb, saw the great lion halt in his
restless pacing as the bloodcurdling
cry smote his ears and then stink
quietly into the jungle to be instantly
lost to view.
Most remarkable, most remarka-
ble," murmured Professor Porter,
clutching frantically at Mr.. Philander
to regain the balance which the sud-
den fright had so perilously endanger-
ed. Unfortunately for them both Mr..
Philander's center of equilibrium was
at that very moment hanging upon the
ragged edge of nothing, so that it
needed but the additional impetus
supplied by the additional weight of
Professor Porter's body to topple the
devoted secretary from the limb.
For a moment they swayed uncer-
| tainly, and then, with mingled and
most unscholarly shrieks. they pitched
frenzied embrace.
1t was quite some moments ere Ell
ther moved, for both were positive
that any such attempt would reveal so
many breaks and fractures as to make
futher progress impossible.
At length Professor Porter essayed
an attempt to move one leg. To his
surprise it responded to his will as in
days gone by. He now drew up it's
mate and stretched it forth again.
Most remarkable" he murmured.
Thank heaven, professor" whis-
pered Mr.. Phidander fervently. you're
not dead, them"
Tut, tut, Mr.. Philander; tut, TUT"
cautioned Professor Porter. II do not
know as yet"
With infinite solicitude Professor
Porter wiggled his right arm-joy! 1t
was intact. Breathlessly he waved his
left arm above his PROSTATE body. 1t
waved.
Most remarkable; most remarka-
ble!" he said.
ITO whom are you signaling, pro-
fessor?" asked Mr.. Philander in an
excited tone.
Professor Porter deigned to make
no response to this puerile inquiry.
Mr.. Philander had not moved from
where he had fallen. He had not
dared the attempt. How. indeed, could
one move when ones arms and legs
and back were broken?
One eye was buried in the soft
loan: the other rolling sidewise, was
fixed in awe upon the strange gyra-
tions of Professor Porter.