Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1915-11-30

that he had borrowed $4,000 more
from Robert Canler and had given hi
notes for the amount.
Mr.. Canler had asked for no securi
ty, and you know, dearie, what thai
will mean for me if papa canno,
meet them. Oh, how 1 detest that
man!
We all tried to look on the right
side of things, but Mr.. Philander and
Mr.. Clayton-he joined us in London
just for the adventure-both felt as
skeptical as I.
To make a long story short, we
found the island and the treasure-a
great iron bound oak chest wrapped
in many layers Of oiled sailcloth and
as strong and firm as when it had
been buried nearly 200 years ago.
1t was simply filled with gold coin
and was so heavy that four men bent
beneath its weight.
The horrid thing seems to bring
nothing but murder and misfortune
to those who have to do with it, fol
three days after we sailed from Cape
Verde islands our own crew mutinied
and killed every one of their officers
1t was the most terrifying expert
ence one could imagine. cannot even
write Of 1t.
They were going to kill us, too, but
90 ha N nG
King, would not let them, and so they
sailed south along the coast to a
lonely spot where they found good
harbor, and here they have landed
and left us.
They sailed away with the treasure
today, but Mr.. Clayton says they will
meet with a fate similar to the mutt
neers Of ancient galleon, because King
the only man aboard who knew aught
of navigation, was murdered on the
beach by one Of the men the day we
landed.
1 wish you could know Mr.. Clayton
He is the dearest fellow imaginable,
and, unless I am mistaken, he has
fallen very much in love with poor
little me.
He is the only son of Lord Grey
stoke and some day will inherit the
title and estates. In addition, he is
wealthy in his own right But the
fact that he is going to be an Eng
lish lord makes me very sad You
know what my sentiments have al
ways been relative to American girls
who married titled foreigners. Oh, if
he were only a plain American gentle
man!
But it isn't his fault, poor fellow,
and in everything except birth he
would do credit to my darling old
country, and that Is the greatest COM
pliment l know how to pay any man,
We have had the most weird ex-
periences since we were landed here
papa and Mr.. Philander lost in the
jungle and chased by real lion; Mr..
Clayton lost and attacked twice by
wild beasts; Esmeralda and I corner
ed in an old cabin by a perfectly aw-
full man eating tiger! Oh, it was simply
"terrifical,' as Esmeralda would say!
But the strangest part Of it all is
the wonderful creature who rescued
us all. 1 have not seen him, but Mr..
Clayton and papa and Mr.. Philander
have, and they say that he is a per-
fectly godlike white man tanned to a
dusky brown, with the strength of
wild elephant, the agility Of a
monkey and the bravery Of lion.
He speaks no English and vanishes
as quickly and as mysteriously after
he has performed some valorous deed
as though he were disembodied
spirit.
Then we have another weird neigh
Dor, who printed a beautiful sign in
English and tackled it on the door of
his cabin, which we have pre- -empted,
warning us to destroy none of his be-
longings and signing himself 'Tarzan
of the Apes"
We have never seen him, though
we think he is about, for one of the
sailors who was going to shoot Mr..
Clayton in the back received a spear
in his shoulder from some unseen
hand in the jungle.
The sailors left us but a meager
supply of food, so, as we have only
single revolver with but three
cartridges left in it, we do not know
how we can procure meat, though Mr..
Philander says that we can exist in
definitely on the wild fruit and nuts
which abound in the jungle.
am very tired now, so shall go
to my funny bed of grasses which Mr..
Clayton gathered for me, but will add
to this from day to day as things
happen. Lovingly.
Jane Porter.
To Hazel Strong, Baltimore, Maryland.
Tarzan sat in a brown study for a
long time after he finished reading
the letter. 1t was filled with so many
new and wonderful things that his
brain was in whirl as he attempted
to digest them all.
So they did not know that he was
Tarzan of the apes. He would tell
them.
In his tree he had constructed a
rude shelter Of leaves and boughs, be-
meath which, protected from the rain,
he had placed few treasures brought
from the cabin. Among these were
some pencils.
He took one, and beneath Jane Por-
ter's signature he wrote, II am Tarzan
of the apes"
He thought that would be sufficient
Later he would return the letter to