Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1916-06-19
THE SON OF TARZAN

~ have come to YOU" explained General
Jacot as he concluded because our dear
admiral tells me that there Is no one In
all the world who Is more intimately ac-
uuainted with Central Africa than you.
we did all that love and money, and
even government resources. could do TO dis
cover her but all to no avail. Her picture
was published In the leading papers OF
every large city OF the world, yet never did
we flnd man or woman who ever had seen
her since the day she disappeared
"a week since there came to me in Paris
swarthy Arab. who called himself Abdul
Kamak He said that ne had found my
daughter and could lead me TO her took
him at once to Admiral d'Arnot. who
knew had travelled some in Central Africa.
The mans story led the admiral TO believe
that the place where the white girl tbs
Arab supposed to be my daughter was held
In captivity was not far from your African
estates, and he advised that come at
once and call upon you-that you would
know II such a girl were In your neighbor-
hood"
what proof did the Arab bring that she
was your daughter?" asked Lord Grey
stoke
None" replied the other THAT is why
we thought best to consult you before or
ganizing an expedition. The fellow had
only an old photograph OF her, on the back
of which was pasted newspaper cutting,
describing her and offering a reward. We
feared that, having found this somewhere,
II had aroused his cupldty and led him
to believe that in some way he could obtain
the reward, possibly by foisting upon us a
white girl on the chance that so many years
had elapsed that we would not be able to
recognize an imposter as such"
Have you the photograph with your"
asked Lord Greystoke,
The general drew an envelope from his
pocket took a yellowed photograph from
II, and handed 1t to the Engllshman. Tears
dimmed the old warriors eyes as they fell
again upon the pictured features of his
lost daughter.
Lord Greystoke examined the photograph
for moment. A queer expression entered
his eyes. He touched a bell at his elbow,
and an instant later footman entered.
ASK my sons wife II she will be so
good as to come to the library" he d.
rected.
The two men sat in silence. General
Jacot was too we'll bred to show in any
way the chagrln and disappointment he
felt In the summary manner In which Lord
Greystole had dismissed the subject OF his
call AS soon the young lady had come
and he had been presented he would make
his departure
moment later Meriem entered.
Lord Greystoke and General Jacot rose
and faced her. The Englishman spoke
no word of lntroduction-he wanted to see
the effect of the first sight of the girls
face on the Frenchman, for he had
theory, a heaVen-born theory that had
leaped into his mind the moment his eyes
had rested on the baby face of Jeanne
Jacot.
General Jacot took one look at Meriem.
then he turned toward Lord Greystoke
How long have you known itY" he asked
trihe accusingly,
"Since you showed me that photograph
moment ago" replied the Englishman.
1T is She" said Jacot, shaking with
suppressed emotion; but she does not
recognize me--of course she could not"
Then he turned to Meriem. MY child
he said. 81 am your"
But she interrupted him with a quick,
glad cry as she ran toward him with
outstretched arms
II know you I know you!" she cried.
"Oh. now I remember!" and the old man
folded her in his arms
Jack Clayton and his mother were
summoned, and when the story had been
told them they were only glad that little
Meriem had found a father and mother.
And really you didn't marry an Arab
waif, after all?" said Meriem. Isn't II
fne2'
"You are fine" replied the Killer.
married my little Meriem, and don't care
for my part whether she is an Arab. ol
| Just little Mangani"
"She is neither, my son." said General
Armand Jacot. "She Is a princess in her
own right !" THE END