Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1915-07-17
,.s,r,sht. 1915, BY A. c. Mcciurs g Co.
CHAPTER

III Countess de Coude. beneath hel
nath
srd his young wife What Is II that
.~nidcent7' and the Count bent his
N various directions In quest Of the
,sl OF her admiration.
ct nothing at ALL my dear" replied
T..,ntess, a slight flush momentarily
.esoq her already. pink cheek II war
recailing with admiration those
sssndous skyscrapers, as they cal
f.n OF New York, and the fair
efnsa settled herself more comfortably
~ steamer chair, and resumed the
.ssElno which nothing at slr' had
,.ssd her to let fall upon her lap.
i.r husband again buried himself I'm
~ seolf but not without a mild wonder
,et that three days out from New York
countess should suddenly have
.llred an admiration for the very buiid-
ahe had but recently characterized
rtssantly the count put down his book.
u. Il very tiresome, Olga" he said. II
slsk that / shall hunt up some others
4ta may be equally bored, and see IL we
'snot find enough for game of cards" !"
Tou are not very gallant, my hus-
tnJN replied the young woman. smil-
M rbut as ! am equally bored l can
.s5s old cards, then, II you will"
then he had gone she let her eyes
.snder slyly 70 the figure of a tall young
IN stretched lazily In chair not far
rllant.
araenlhque!". she breathed once more
9he Countess Olga de Coude was 20.
w. husband 10. She was very faithful
"a loyal wife, but as she had had moth
N whatever to do with the selection OF
husband, It is not at all unlikely that
~ was not wildly and passionately in
evs with the one that fate and her titled
Fassan father had selected for her.
lioweyer. simply because she was sur
riIssd into a tiny exclamation Of ap-
Stcva at sight of a splendid young
iFanger II must not be inferred there
honn that her thoughts were in any way
Groyal to her spouse. She merely ad-
Nlred as she might have admired a par
htuiarly' fine specimen of any species.
furthermore, tho young man was un-
.usstionably good to look at
As her furtive glance rested upon his
srosie he rose to leave the deck. The
tcuntess do Coude beckoned to a passing
steward,
tWho is that gentleman2" she asked.
aHe is booked, madam, as Monsieur
farsan, Of Africa. replied tho steward.
oRather a large estate" thought the
rIrI, but now her interest was still fur
iher aroused.
Al Tarzan walked slowly toward the
smoking room he cano unexpectedly upon
two men whispering excitedly just with
out. He would have vouchsafed them not
even a passing thought but for the
strangely guilty glance that one OF them
shot In his direction. They reminded
Tarzan Of melodramatic villains he had
s4sn at the theatres in Paris Both were
yery dark and this, In connection with
the shruRs and stealthy glances that ac-
companied their palpable intriguing, lent
still greater force to the similarity.
Tar1an entered the smoking room and
sought chair a little apart from the
others who were there. He felt In no
mood for conversation. and as he slipped
his absInth he let his mind run rather
Rorrowfuily over the past few weeks of
his life Time and again he had won
dered II he had acted wisely in renounc-
ing his blrthright to a man to whom he
owed nothing. 1t is true that he liked
h Clayton. but-ah, but that was not the
question It was not for William Cecil
Clayton Lord Greystoke. that he had
tented his birth. 1t was for the woman
whom both he and Clayton loved, and
whom strange freak OF fate had given
10 Clayton instead OF to him.
That she loved him made the thing
douhly difficult to bear, yet he knew that
he could have done nothing less than he
dld do that night within the little rail-
way station In the far Wisconsin WOODS
10 him her happiness was the first con-
hderation of ALL and his brief experience
with civilization and civilized men had
taught him that without money and posi-
ton life to most of them was unen-
durable
Jane Porter had been born to both, and
had Tarzan taken them away from her
future husband 1t would doubtless have
plunged her into a life of misery and
torture. That she would have spurned
Clayton once he had been stripped OF both
his title and his estates never for once
oecurred to Tarzan, for he credited to
others the same honest loyalty that was
% inherent quality In himself Nor In
this Instance, had he erred. Could any
one thing have further bound Jane Porter
to her promise to Clayton 1t would have
been In the nature OF some such mis-
fortune as this overtaking him.
Tarznn's thoughts drifted from the past
% the future. He tried to look forward
With peasurable sensations to his To-
turn TO the jungle OF his birth and poy-
heod the cruel. fierce Jungle in which he
he'd spent 20 OF his "a years. But who or
what OF all the myriad jungle life would
Tiers be to welcome his return? NOT
one Only Tantor, the elephant. could ne
call friend. The others would hunt him
Or fee from him as had been their way
n the past.
Not even the apes of his own tribe
would extend the hand OF fellowship to
him
II civilization had done nothing else
Tor Tarzan OF the Apes, 1t had, to some
extent. taught him to crave the society OF
hla own kind, and to feel, with genuine
PLEASURE, the eongenial warmth OF COM
pahionship. And in the same ratio had
= made any other life distasteful TO HIM
y vas difaeult to imagine a world with
oag friend-without a living thing who
Poke the new tongues which Tarzan had
EARNED TO love so well. And so It was
aAf farzan looked with little relish upon
as pture he had mapped out for him-
As he sat musing over his cigarette his
- fell upon a mirror before him, ana
. i he saw reflected a table. az which
,2eF men sat at cards, Presently one OF
an rose TO leave, and then another
approached. and Tarzan could see that
eourteously offered to MI the vacant
H-f, that the game might not be IN
Apted, He was the smaller OF the
whom Tarzan had seen whispering
'.s outside the smoking room.
was this fact that aroused a faint
aiA OF interest In Tarzan. and so, as
speeulated upon the future, he watch
~ The mirror the reflection OF the
zssfs At tho table behind him Aside
80 tne man who had but just entered
same, Tarzan knew the name OF