Alma record. (Alma, Mich.) 1878-1928, 1921-06-09

excite the craving Tor Athe savage Ire
which, ! fear, he has inherited from
you. You know from your own expe-
rience how strong is the call Of the
wild az times. You know that often IL
has nacesSitated stern struggle on
your part To resist the almost insane
desire which occasionally oyerwhelns
you to plunge once again into the jun
gue life that claimed yog fer 50 many
years, and at the same time you know
better than any other how frightful a
fate II would be for Jack were the trail
10 the savage jungle made either allur-
INK or easy TO him.
II doubt if there is any danger of his
inheriting a taste for jungle life from
me-" replied the man, for l cannot
conceive that such a thing may be
transmitted from father TO son. And
sometimes, Jane, think that in your
solictude for his future you go bit
too far in your restrictive measures.
His love for animals-his desire, for
example, TO see this trained apes
only natural in healthy, normal boy
of his age"
And John Clayton, Lord Greystoke,
put an arm about his wife, laughing
good-naturedly down into her up
turned face before he bent his head
and kissed her. Then, more seriously,
he continued:
"You have never told Jack anything
concerning my early life, nor have you
permitted me to, and in this l thinl;
that you have made mistake. Had l
been able TO tell him of the expert
ences of Tarzan of the Apes l could
doubtless have taken much of the
glamor and romance from jungle life
that naturally surround it In the minds
of those who have had no experience
of It. He might then have profted by
my experience; but now. should the
Jungle lust every claim him, he will
have nothing TO guide him but his own
impulses, and l know how powerful
these may be in the wrong direction at
times"
But Lady Greystoke only shook her
head as she had hundred other times
when the subject had claimed their at
tenuon in the past.
"NO, John" she insisted. II shall
never give my consent to the implant-
ing in Jacks mind OF any suggestion
of the savage life from which we both
wish TO preserve him."
Mr.. Moore's room was next to that
of his youthful charge, and it was the
! tutors custom TO have u look into the
! boys each evening rs the former was
about to retire. This evening lie was
particularly careful not to neglect this
duty, for he had just come from con
ference with the boys father and moth
or, in which it had been impressed
upon him that he must exercise the
! greatest care to prevent Jack visiting
the music hall where Ajax was being
shown.
So when he opened the boys door al
! about half-past nine he was greatly ex
cited, though not entirely surprised, to
find the future Lord Greystoke fully
dressed for the street and about tC
crawl from his open bedroom window
Mr.. Moore made q rapid sprint
across the apartment, but the waste OF
energy was unnecessary, FOR when the
boy heard him within the chamber anC
realized that he had been discovered
he turned back, as though TO relinquisl
his planned adventure.
"Where were you going?' painted the
excited Mr.. Moore.
Il am going to see Ajax" replied the
boy quietly.
81 am astonished :" cried Mr.. Moore
A moment later he was infinitely more
astonished, for the boy, approaching
close 10 him, suddenly seized him ab0u
the waist lifted him from his feet ant
threw him, back downward, upon the
bed, showing his face deep into the soft
pillow.
"Be quiet" admonished the victor
cor I'll choke you"
Mr. Moore struggled, but his effort:
were In vain. Whatever else Tarzan OF
tho Apes may or may not have handed
down TO his son, he had at least be
queathed him almost as marvellous {
physique us he himself had possessed
at the same age.
Kneeling upon him, Jack tore strips
4 from a sheet and bound the man:
hands behind his back. Then he rolled
him over and stuffed gag of the same
material between his teeth, securing IL
18th a strip wound about the back Of
his victims head. Next he tied Mr..
MOore's feet together.
Then the son Of Tarzan skipped
across the room. slipped through the
open window and slid to liberty by way
of the spout from an caves trough.
Mr.. Moore wriggled and struggled
about the bed. He was sure that he
should suffocate unless aid came
quickly. In his frenzy of terror he
managed to roll off the bed.
The pain and shock of the fall jolted
him back TO something like sane con-
sideration of his plight. Where before
he had been unable TO think intelli-
gently because of the hysterical fear
that had claimed him, he now lay
quietly searching for some means OF
escape from his dilemma.
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