Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1915-06-04

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and was accompanied by the crudest
funniest little old map you ever saw
with trees and rocks all marked by
scrawly KS TO show the exact spoi
where the treasure had been buried.
When papa explained the real nature o.
the expedition, ny heart sank, for
know so well how visionary and i'm
practical the poor dear has always beer
that l feared that he had again beer
duped; especially when he told me that
he had paid a thousand dollars for the
letter and map.
To add to my distress. learned that M
had borrowed $4,000 more from Robert
Canler, and had given his notes for thi
amount.
Mr.. Canler had asked for no security
and you know, dearie what that will
mean for me N papa cannot meet them
Oh, how I detest that man!
We all tried 10 look on the bright side
of things, but Mr.. Philander, and Mr.
Clayton-he Joined us in London Just for
the adventure-both felt as skeptlcal as /
We'll, 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 sail cloth, and as
strong and firm as when 1t had been
buried nearly 200 years ago.
II was simply filled with gold coin,
and was so heavy that four men bent
beneath It's weight.
The horrld thing seems to bring nothing
but murder and misfortune to those who
nave to do with It, for three days after
we sailed from the Cape Verde Islands
our own crew mutinied and killed every
one Of their officers
Oh, II was the most terrifying ex-
perience one could lmagine-t cannot
even write Of It.
They were going to kill ug too. but one
OF them, the leader, man named King,
would not let them, and so they sailed
south along the coast to a lonely spot
where they found a good herbor. and
here they landed and have left us.
They sailed away with the treasure to-
day, but Mr. Clayton says they will meet
with fate similar TO the mutlneers Of
the ancient galleon. because King, the
only man aboard who knew nught Of
navigation, was murdered on the beach
by one Of the men the day we landed.
wish you could know Mr. Clayton; he
Is the dearest fellow imaginable, and
unless am mistaken he has fallen
very much in love with poor little me.
He Is the only son Of Lord Greystoke,
N''N oNAiiN hAg Will lUnNElL Ine title anu
estates, In addition, he is wealthy in his
own right. but the fact that he is going
to be an English Lord make me very
sad-you know what my sentiments have
always been relative to American girls
who married titled foreigners. oh, II
he were only plain American gentle
mani
But 1t isn't his fault, poor fellow. anil
In everything except birth ne would do
credit to my darling old country, and
that Is the greatest compliment 1 know
how to pay any man.
We havo had the most weird expert
ences since we were landed here Papa
and Mr.. Philander lost in the Jungle, and
chased by real lion.
Mr.. Clayton lost, and attacked by wild
beasts. Esmeralda and I cornered In an
old cabin by perfectly awful man
eating lioness. Oh, 1t was simply terri
neal as Esmeralda would say.
But the strangest part of It all is the
wonderful creature who rescued u.s.
have not seen him. but Nj Clayton and
papa and Mr. Phllander hive, and they
say that he is a perfectly god-llke white
man tanned to a dusky brown with the
strength of a wild elephant, the agility
of monkey. and the bravery Of a lion.
He speaks no English and vanshes az
quickly and as mysteriously after he has
performed some vGlorous deed as though
he were a dIsembodied spirit.
Then we have another weird neIghbor
who printed a beautiful sign in English
and tackled 1t on the door or his cabin,
which we have preempted, warning us to
destroy none of his belongings. and sign.
ing 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 spear in his shoulder
from some unseen hand in the Jungle.
The sailors left us but a meagre supply
of food, so, as we have only a 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 indefinitely on the will
fruit and nuts which abound In the
Jungle.
1 am very tired now, so shall 20 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 Md.
Tarzan sat in a brown study for a long
lime after he finished reading the letter.
It was filled with so many new and
wonderful things that his brain was in n
Thirl as he attempted to digest them all.
So they did not know that he was
rarzan of the Apes He would tell them.
In his tree he had constructed IA rude
shelter of leaves and boughs, beneath
which, protected from the rain. he had
placed the few treasures brought from
he cabin. Among these were soms
pencils.
He took one. and beneath Jane Porter's
ignature he wrote
am Tarzan of the Apes,
He thought that would be sufficient. |
later he would return the letter to the
abln.
In the matter of food. thought Tarzan,