The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1925-02-07
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can Go no worse, at any rate, than
to leave it still mystery.
II have been entertaining theory
concerning those skeletons for the
past two months. and want you to
answer my question to the best of
your acknowledgements the three
skeletons you buried all human
skeletons?"
No. said Mr.. Philander, 'tbe
smallest one, the one found in TIE
crib. was the skeleton of an an
thropoid ape'
Thank YOU" said Tarzan.
In the car ahead, Jane Porter
was thinking fast and furiously.
She had felt the purpose for which
Tarzan had asked few words with
her, and she knew that she must
be prepared to give him an answer
in the very near future.
He was not the sort Of person one
could put off, and somehow that
very thought made her wonder If.
she did not really fear him.
And could she love where she
feared?
She realized the spell that had
been upon her in the depths of that
far-off jungle, but there was no
spell of enchantment now in prosaic
Wisconsin.
Nor did the Immaculate young
Frenchman appeal to the primal
woman in her, as had the stalwart
forest god.
Did she love him? She did not
know--now
She glanced at Clayton out of the
corner of her eye. Was not here
a man trained in the same school of
environment in which she had been
trained-a man with social position
and culture such as she had been
taught to consider ase the prime es-
sentials to congenial association?
Did not her best judgment point
to this young English nobleman.
whose love she knew to be of the
sort civilized woman should crave.
as the logical mate for such as her,
self?
Could she loye Clayton? She
could see no reason why she could
not.
That she had been carried off her
feet by the strength of the young
giant when his great arms were
about her in the distant African for
est, and again today in the Wiscon-
sin woods, seemed to her only at
tributable to a temporary mental
reversion to type on her part-to
the psychological appeal Of the pri-
mevai man to the primevaI woman
in her nature.
If he should never touch her
again, she reasoned, she would never
feel attracted toward him. She had
not loved him. then. It had been
nothing more than a passing hallu-
cination, superinduced by excitement
and by personal contact.
Excitement would not always
mark their future relations, should
she marry him, and the power of
personal contact eventually would be
dulIed by familiarity.
Again she glanced at Clayton. He
was very handsome and every inch
gentleman. She should be very
proud of such husband
And then he spoke-a minute
sooner or a minute later might have
made all the difference in the world
to three lives-but chance stepped
in and pointed out to Clayton the
psychological moment,
you are free now, Jane he said.
HXW0n'f Won CIV Ho--z4.
my life to making you very happy. :"
Yes" she whispered.
That evening in the little waiting
room at the station Tarzan caught
Jane Porter alone for a moment.
You are free now, Jane" he said,
and | have come. across the ages
out Of the dim and distant past from
the lair of the primeval man to
claim you-for your sake l have be-
come civilized man-for your sake
| have crossed oceans and con.
tinents-for your sake l will be
whatever you will me to be. 1 can
make you happy, Jane. in the life
you know and love best. Will you
marry me2"
For the first time she realized the
depths of the mans love-all that he
had accomplished in so short a time
solely for love Of her. Turning her
head she buried her face in her
arms.
What had she done? Because she
had been afraid she might succumb
to the pleas Of this giant, she had
burned her bridges behind her-in
her groundless apprehension that
she might make a terrible mistake,
she had made a worse one.
And then she told, him all-told
him the truth word by word, with
out attempting to shield herself or
condone her error.
What can we do?" he asked.
H"You have admitted that you love
me. You know that I love you: but
do not know the ethics of society
by which you are governed. shall
leave the decision to you, for you
know best what will be for your
eventual welfare"
Il cannot tell him, Tarzan," she
said. He, too, loves me. and he
is good man. could never face
you nor any other honest person If
I repudiated my promise to Mr.. Clay
ton.