Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1915-07-19

| now. You must bear in mind that fIo
fessor Porter and Mr.. Phllander are TN
| only people In the world who can sweai
that the little skeleton found In the cabii
with those of your father and mother wal
! that Of an infant anthropoid ape, and no
! the offspring Of Lord and Lady GREY
stoke. That evidence is most important
They may not live many years longer
And then, did It not occur to you tha'
! once Miss Porter knew the truth sh'
would break her engagement with Clay
| TOM You might easily have your title
| your estates and the woman you love
Tarzan. Had you not thought Of thatY
Tarzan shook his head. You do not
know her" he said Nothing could bind
her closer to her bargain than some mis-
fortune to Clayton She is from an old
Southern family in America, and South
erners pride themselves upon their 10y
atty"
Tarzan spent the two following weeks
renewing his former brief acquaintance
with Paris. In the daytime he haunted
the libraries and picture galleries. He
mad become an omnivorous reader, and
the world of possibilities that were opened
to him in this seat Of culture and learn
ing fairly appalled, him when he contem-
plated the very lnhnitesimal crumb of
the sum total OF human knowledge that
a single individual might hope to acquire
even after n lifetime of study and re-
Search but he learned what he could by
day, and threw himself into a search for
relaxation and amusement at night Nor
did he find Paris whit less fertile field
for his nocturnal avocation
If he smoked too many cigarettes and
drank too much absinthe II was because
he took civilization as he found II, and
did the things that he found his civilized
brothers doing The life was a new and
alluring one, and, in addition, he had
sorrow In his breast and great longing
which he knew could never be fulfilled,
and so he sought in study and in dssipa-
tion-the two extremes-to forget the past
and inhibit contemplation of the future.
He was sitting in a music hall one eve
ming, slipping his absinthe and admirlng
the art of certain famous Russian
dancer, when he caught passing glimpse
of a pair of evil black eyes upon him.
The man turned and was lost in the
crowd at the exit before Tarzan could
catch a good look at him, but he was
confident that he had seen those eyes be-
fore, and that they had been fastened
on him this evening through no passing
accident. He had had the uncanny feel
ing for some time that he was being
watched, and it was in response to this
animal instinct that was strong within
him, that he turned suddenly and sur
prised the eyes in the very act of watch
ing him.
Before he left the music hall the matter
had been forgotten, nor did he notice the
swarthy individual who stepped deeper
into the shadows of an opposite doorway
as Tarzan emerged from the brilliantly
lighted amusement hall
Had Tarzan but known 1t, he had been
followed many times from this and other
places of amusement but seldom, II ever,
had he been alone. Tonight D'Arnot had
had another engagement, and Tarzan had
come by himself.
AS he turned in the direction he was
accustomed to. taking from this part of
Paris to his apartments, the watcher
across the street ran from his hiding place
and hurried on ahead at rapid pace.
TarZnn had been wont to traverse the
Rue Maule on his way home at night.
Because it was very quiet and very dark
1t reminded him more of his beloved
African jungle than did the noisy and
garish streets surrounding IL. If you
are familiar with your Paris you will
recall the narrow, forbiddng precincts
of the Rue Maule. If you are not you
need but ask the police about 1t to learn
that in all Paris there is no street to
which you should give wider berth after
dark.
On this night Tarzan had proceeded
some two squares through the dense
shadows OF the squalid old tenements
which line this dismal way when he was
attracted by screams and cries for help
from the third floor of an opposite build
ing. The voice was a woman's Before
the echoes of her first cries had died
Tarzan was bounding up the stairs and
through the dark corridors to her rescue.
At the end of the corridor on the third
landing a door stood slightly ajar, and
from within Tarzan heard again the same
appeal that had lured him from the
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centre of dimly-lighted room. An oil
lamp burned upon a high, old-fashioned
mantel. casting its dim rays over a dozen
repulsive figures. All but one were men.
The other was a woman of about 30
Her face, marked by low passions and
dissipation, might once have been lovely.
She stood with one hand at her throat.
orouching against the farther wall.
Help. monsieur she cried in a low
voice as Tarzan entered the room; they
were killing me-"
AS Tarzan turned toward the men about
him he saw the crafty, evil faces of hab-
itual criminals. He wondered that they
had made no effort to escape. A move
ment behind him caused him to turn Two
things his eyes saw, and one of them
caused him considerable wonderment. A
man was sneaking stealthily from the
room and in the brief glance that Tarzan
But the other thing that he saw was of
more imemdiate interest. 1t was a great
brute of a fellow tiptoeing upon him from
behind with huge bludgeon in his hand,
and then, as the man and his confeder-
ates saw that he was discovered, there
was concerted rush upon Tarzan from
all sides Some OF the men drew knives.
Others picked up chairs. while the fell
low with the bludgeon raised Il high
above his head in mighty swing that
would have crushed Tarzans head had
II ever descended upon It,
But the brain and the agility and the
muscles that had eoped with the mighty
strength and cruel craftiness of Terkoz
and Numa in the Businesses OF their saw
age jungle we're not TO be so easily sub
dued as these Apaches OF Paris had be-
lieved.
Selecting his most formidable antago-
mist. the fellow with the bludgeon, Tar
zan charged full upon him, lodging the
falling weapon and catching the man a
terrific blow on the point OF the chin that
felled him in his tracks.
Then he had turned upon the others.
This was sport. He was reveling in the
joy OF battle and the lust OF blood AS
though it had been but a brittle she'll. to
break at the least rough usage, the thin
veneer OF ais civilization fell from him
and ten burly villains found themselves
penned in a small room with wild and
savage beast, against whose steel muscles
their puny strength was less than futile.
AT the end Of the corridor without stood
Rokoff. waiting for the outcome OF the
anair. He wished to be sure that Tarzan
was dead before he left but 1t was not