Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1916-06-10
THE SON OF TARZAN

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men-brutal savages Of the lowest order
Baynes buried his faco in his hands ana
rocked back and forth as the hideot,s pic-
ture OF her fate burned itself into his con-
sciousness And II was he who had brought
this fate upon her His wicted desire had
snatched pure and innocent girl from the
protection of those who loved her, 10 burl
her into the clutches OF the bestiaI swede
and his outcast following
And not until II had become too late had
he realized the magnitude OF the crime he
himself had planned and contemplated Not
until II had BECOME too late had he realized
that greater than his desire greater than
his lust Greater than any passion he had
ever felt before was the newborn love that
burned within his breast for the girl he
would have ruined
The Hon Mosisoh Baynes did not fully
realize the change that had taken place
within Him Had one suggested that he ever
had been other than the sou Of honor
and chivalry, he would have taken timbrage
forthwith. He knew that he had done a vile
thing when he had plotted to carry Merlem
away to London; yet he excused II on the
ground Of his great passion for the girl
having temporarily warped his moral stand
ards by the Intensity of its heat
But MS a matter OF fact a new Baynes
had been born Never again could this man
be bent TO dishohor by the intensity of a
desire His moral fibre had been strength
ened by the mental suffering he had en-
dured His mind and his soul had been
purged by sorrow and renorse.
His one thought now was to atone-to
win to Meriems side and lay down his life,
IL necessary In her protection. His eyes
sought the length of the canoe in search OF
the paddle, for d determination had galvan-
lied him to immediate action, despite his
weakness and his wound. But the paddle
was gone. He turned his eyes toward the
shore.
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less night he saw the awful blackness of
the Jungle; yet It touched no responsive
chotd of terror within him now, as 1t had
done in the past
Drawing himself TO his Knees, he leaned
over the edge of the canoe and commenced
to paddle vigorously with his open palm.
Though 1t tired and hurt him. he Kept
assiduously at his self-mposed labor for
hours. Little by little the drifting canoe
moved nearer and nearer the shore. The
Hon. Morrison could hear lion roaring
directly opposite Him, and so close that he
felt he must be almost to the shore
After what seemed to the tired man an
eternity of time he felt the brush of
branches against the canoe and heard the
swirl of the water about them. A moment
later he reached out and clutched n leafy
limb.
Again the lion roared-very near It
seemed now-and Baynes wondered If the
brute could have been following along the
shore. waiting for him to land. He tested
the strength of the limb to which he clung.
1t seemed strong enough to support dozen
men. Then he reached down and lifted his
rifle from the bottom of the canoe, slipping
the sling over his shoulder.
Again he tested the branch; and then,
reaching upward as far as he could for n
safe hold, he drew himself slowly and pain
fully upward until his feet swung clear of
the canoe which, released, foated silently
from beneath him to be lost forever in the
blacRness of the dark shadows downstream.
He had burned his bridges behind him.
He must either climb aloft or drop back
into the river; but there had been no other
way. He struggled to raise one leg over
the limb. but found himself scarce equal
to the effort, for he was very weak For
n time he hung there, feeling his strength
ebbing. He knew that he must gain the
branch above at once or 1t would be too
late.
Suddenly the lion roared, almost In his
ear. Baynes glanced up. He saw two
spots of fame a short distance from and
above him. The lion was standing on the
bank OF the river, glaring at him, and
waiting for him.
We'll" Thought the Hon. Morrison, "let
him wait. Lions can't climb trees, and If
1 get into this one l shall be safe enough
from him."
The young Englishfnans feet hung al
most to the surface of the water-closer
low and above him. Presently he heard a
Nsght comfnoton In the river beneath him,
and something banged against one of his
feet, followed almost instantly by the click
of great jaws swapping together.
"By George!" exclaimed the Hon. Mor-
son aloud. The beggar nearly got me :"
And Immediately he struggled again to
climb higher and to comparative safety,
but with that final effort he knew that 1t
was futile. Hope that had survived per-
sstently until now began to wane. He felt
his tired, iiumbed fingers slipping from
their hold-he was dropping back into the
river-lhto the jaws of the frghtful death
that awaited him there.
And then he heard the leaves above him
rustic to the movement of a creature among
them. The branch to which he clung bent
beneath an added weight-and no light
weight from the way it sagged but still
Bayhes clung desperately-he would not
give up voluntarily either to the death
above or the death below.
He felt a soft, warm pad upon the fingers
of one of his hands where they clrcled the
branch to which he clung, and then some
thing reached down out OF the blackness
above and dragged him up among the
branches of the tree
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