Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1915-12-31

the use of knife and fork, but some
times Tarzan would drop them in dis
gust and grasp his food in his strong
brown hands, tearing it with his mo-
lars like a wild beast.
Then D'Arnot would expostulate
with him, saying:
You must not eat like brute, Tar
zan, while am trying to make a gen.
tleman Of you.''
On the journey he told DArnot about
the great chest he had seen the sailors
bury and how he had dug it up and
carried it. to the gathering place Of the
apes and buried it there.
1T must be the treasure chest of
Professor Porter" said D'Arnot. 1T
is too bad, but, Of course, you did not
know"
Then Tarzan recalled the letter writ
ten by Jane Porter to her friend, the
one he had stolen when they first came
to his cabin, and now he knew what
was in the chest and what it meant to
Jane Porter.
Tomorrow we shall go back after
it," he announced to D'Arnot. You
may go on toward civilization, and l
will return for the treasure. can go
very much faster alone"
Il have better plan, Tarzan," ex-
claimed D'Arnot. I'VE shall go on to-
gether to the nearest settlement, and
there we will charter q boat and sail
back down the coast for the treasure.
That will be safer and quicker and
also not require us to be separated.
What do you think Of that plan?"
VERY WELL" said Tarzan. "The
treasure will be there whenever We go
for it, and while could fetch it now
and catch up with you in a moon or
two, 1 shall feel safer to know that
you are not alone on the trail"
In one of his talks with D'Arnot
Tarzan mentioned Kala, his ape
mother"
Then you never knew your moth
er, Tarzan?" asked D'Arnot in sur
prise.
"Yes. She was a great fine ape,
larger than I and weighing twice as
much"
"And you also knew your father?"
asked D'Arnot.
"I did not know him. Kala told me
he was a white ape and hairless like
myself. 1 know now that he must
have been a white man.
D'Arnot looked long and earnestly
at his companion.
"Tarzan," he said at length, 1T 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 you
not the slightest clew to your past?"
mot the slightest" replied Tar
zan?"
mo writing in the cabin that might
have told something Of the lives Of its
original inmates"
II have read everything that was
in the cabin with the exception Of one
book, which I know now to be writ
ten in a language other than English.
Possibly you can read it."
Tarzan fished the little black diary
from the bottom of his quiver and
handed it to his companion.
D'Arnot glanced at the title page.
1T is the diary Of John Clayton,
Lord Greystoke, an English noble
man, 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 than the rest.
One entry showed an almost hope
full spirit
Today our little boy is six months
old. He has grabbed my pen in his
chubby fist and with his ink begrimed
little fingers has placed the seal of
his tiny finger 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 two men sat in silence for
some minutes.
well, TarZan of the apes, what
think you?" asked D'Arnot. Does not
this little book clear up the mystery
of your parentage? You are Lord
Greystoke."
TarZan shook his head.
1.-THE book speaks Of but one
child" he replied. It's skeleton lay
in the crib, where it died crying for
nourishment, from the first time l
entered the cabin until Professor
Porter's party buried it, with its
father and mother, beside the cabin"
A week later the two men came
suddenly upon clearing in the forest.
In the distance were several build
ings surrounded by strong palisade.
Between them and the inclosure
stretched a cultivated field in which
number Of negroes were working.
Tarzan started straight across the
field, his head high held and the trop-
ical sun beating upon his smooth
brown skin.
Behind him came D'Arnot, clothed
in some garments which had been
discarded at the cabin by Clayton
when the officers of the French cruis-
er had fitted him out in more present
able fashion.
Presently one Of the blacks looked
up and, beholding Tarzan striding to-
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