HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Wingham Times, 1914-07-30, Page 7A W[NG11141 TINES, Jill' :lc, 1914 Copyright. 1913. by W. G. Chapman ,stittiFoom. "I canna' find -him, ''Iqjs ,titrong, and"—he hesitated—"I have learned that his berth was not occu- 'pied last night. I think that I had bete 'ter report the matter to the captain." .,..,j"Most assuredly," exclaimed Miss .leong. "I shall go with you to the 'captain myself." It was a very frightened young wo- man and an excited steward who pre - 'salted themselves before the captain a 'few moments later. He listened to their stories in silence, a look of con - ern marking his expression as the :steward assured him that he had :Ought for the missing passenger in r*very part of the ship that passengers might be expected to frequent. The captain ordered an immediate ,and, thorough search of the entire ship from stem to stern—no nook or cranny , was to be overlooked. It was a full :tour later that the first officer returned ;to report the outcome of the search. ' "Mr. Caldwell is not on board, sir," 'the said. "I fear that there is something more serious than accident here, Mr. Brent- ly,," said the captain. "I wish that you ;Would make a personal and very care - lel examination of Mr. Caldwell's ef- .fects, to ascertain if there is any clew to a motive either for suicide or mur- der—sift the thing to the bottom." "Aye, aye, sir!" respOnded Mr. Brent- ly, and left to commence his investiga- tion. Hazel 'Strong was prostrated. For t clays she did not leave her cabin, .tuMi*T-hen she finally ventured on deck -she. was very wan and white, With :great, dark circles beneath her eyes. Shortly after her first appearance on ,deck following tile tragedy, M. Thuran joined her with many expression e of kindly solicitude. "Oh, but it is terrible, Miss Strong," be said. "I cannot rid my mind of it." The girl could not help but feel grate- ful to him for his kind words. He was ' with her often—almost constantly for , the/remainder of the voyage—and she :gi'Fie_o to like him very much indeed. M. Thntan had learned that the beauti- ful Miss Strong of Baltimore was An 'American heiress—a very wealthy girl In lier own right, and with future pros- pects that quite took his breath away. It bad been M. Thuran's intention to leave th ship at the first port they touched after the disappearance of Tar- zan. Did he not have in his coat ,pocket the thing be had taken passage *upon this very boatto obtain? There was nothing more to detain him here. rIe could not return to the continent fast enough that he might board the rst express for St. Petersburg. But now another idea had obtruded Itself and was rapidly crowding his -original intentions into the background. That American fortune was not to be sneezed at, nor was its postessor a whit less attractive. "Sapristi! but she would cause a sen- sation in St. Petersburg." And he would, too, with the assistance of her 'inheritance. After M. Thuran had squandered a :few million dollars, he discovered that the vocation was so entirely to his lik- ing that he would continue on down to .Cape Town, where he suddenly decided that he hed pressing engagements that might detain him there for some time. Miss Strong had told him that she and her mother ‘vere to visit the lat- ter's brother there. They had not de. •cided upon the duration of their stay, and it would probably run into months. She was delighted when she found that M. Thtiran was fo be there also. "I hope thnt we shall be able to con - Mee& 011r acquaintance," she said. "You =Wean upon mamma and me as soon as we are settled." M. Thuran was delighted at the pros- pect and lost no time in saying so. Mrs. Strotig was not quite so favorably Jenpreseed by him as her daughter. "1 de not know why I should ellstrust him." .she said to Hegel one day as they were discussing him. "He ,seems a perfect gentleman in every re- Spect, but sometimes there is setae- thAig about his eyes—a fleeting expres- eisIffr \Which I cannot describe, but which when I see it gives me a very eincanny feeling." The girl laughed. "You are a silly •elear, mamma," she said. "r suppose so, but I am sorry that We have not poor Mr. Caldwell for coMpany instead." "And 1, too," replied her daughter. M. Thuran became a frequent visitor -at the home of Hazel Strong's In Cape Town. At length, feeling the moment propitloui, he proposed. Miss Strong was startled. She did not know What to say. "I had never thought that you cared 'for me in such a way," she told him. "1 have looked upon yOu alwayti las a *very dear friend. I shall not giVe you answer new. Forget that you have salted tne to be your wife. Let Os go as We heye been—then I can con- _ — — sider you from an entirely different angle for a time. It may be that I shall discover that my feeling for you is more than friendship. I certainly have not thought for a moment that I ' loved you." This arrangement was perfectly sat- isfactory to M. Thuran. He deeply re- gretted that he had been hasty, but he . had loved ber for so long a time and so devotedly that he thought that every one must know it. "From the first time that I saw you, Hazel," he said, "I have loved you. I am willing to wait, for I am certain that so great and pure a love as mine will be rewarded. All that I care to know is that you do not love another. Will you tell me?" "I have never been in love in my life," she replied and he„was quite sat- isfied. On the way home that night he purchased a steam yacht and built a $1,000,000 villa on the Black sea. The next day Hazel Strong enjoyed one of the happiest surprises of her life—she ran face to face upon Jane Porter as she was coming out of a jeweler's shop. -1,Vhy, Jane Porter!" ;slim exclaimed. -Where in the world did you drop from? Why, I can't believe my own eyes." ' Well, of all things!" cried the equal- ly astonished Jane. "And here I have been wasting whole reems of perfectly good imagination picturing you in Bal- timore—the very idea!" And she threw her arms about ber friend once more and kissed her a dozen times. By the time mutual explanations had been made Hazel knew that Lord Ten- nington's yacht had put in at Cape Town for at least a week's stay and at the end of that time was to continue on her voyage, this time up the west coast. and so back to England, "where," concluded Jane, "I am to be married." "Then you are not married yet?" asked Flazel. "Not yet," replied Jane, and then quite Irrelevantly, "I wish England were a million miles from here." Visits were exchanged between the yacht and Hazel's relatives. Dinners were arranged and trips into the sur- rounding country to entertain the vis- itors. M. Thuran was a welcome guest at every function. He gave a dinner himself to the men of the party and managed to ingratiate himself in the good will of Lord Tennington by many little acts of hospitality. M. Thuran had heard dropped a hint of something which might result from this nnexpected visit of Lord Tenning- ton's yacht, and he wanted to be count- ed in on it Once when he was alone with the Englishman he took occasion to make it quite plain that his engage- ment to Miss Strong was to be an- nounced immediately upon their return to America. "But not a word of it, my dear Tennington; not a word of it." The next day it came. Mrs. Strong, FInzel and M. Thuran were Lord Ten- nington's guests aboard his yacht Mrs, Strong had been telling them how much she had enjoyed her visit at Cape Town and that she regretted that a letter just received from her attar neys in Baltimore had necesSitated her cutting her visit shorter than they had intended. "When do you sail?" asked Terming - ton. "The first of' the week, I think," she replied. "Indeed?" exclaimed M. Thuran. am very fortunate. I, too, have found that I must return at once, and now I shall have the honor of,accompanying and serving you." "That is nice of you, M. Tillman," re- plied Mrs. Strong. "I am sure that we shall be glad to place ourselves un- der your„protection." But in the bot- tom of her heart was the wish that they [night escape him. Why, she could not have told. "By Jove!" ejaculated Lord Terming - ton a moment later. "Bully Idea, by Jove!" "Ye, Tennington, of course," ventur- ed Clayton. "It must be a bully idea if yen had it, but what is it?" "It's to take. Mrs. Strong and MIES Strong, and Thuran, too, if he'll come, ns far as England vvith us on the yacht. Now, Isn't that a corker? And we'll sail the first of the week, or any other time that suits your convenienee. Mrs. Strong." "Mercy, Lord Tennington, you haven't even given Us an opportunity to thank you, much testi deckle whet!". er weShall be able to accept your gen. erotis invitation," said Mrs. Strong. "Why, of couree yolell come," re- sponded Tettnington. "We'll make as geed thne as any passenger boat. end you'll be fully As comfortable, and any. way, we all want you and won't take for eh Answer." And so it was settled that they sbonkl 'tail the following Monday. Two days ont the girls Were Bitting in Hazel's cabin looking at some prints, she had had flulshed In Cape Towe, rhey represented till the pletures she had taken sinee she had left Amerlea, "And tame." said Hazel suddeuly, "bel'e's n man you knew. Poor fellow. 1 have so often intended asklug you about him, but 1 never have been Able to think of it when we were together." She was holding the little prisst so that Jane did not see the face of the num It portrayed. "sills untie was John Caldwell." (son - United Hazel. "Do you reeall him? He said that he met youth America. He is an Englishman." "1 do not recollect the name." replied Jane. "Let me see the pleture." "The poor fellow was lost overboard on our trip down the coast," she said as she handed the print to Jane, I "Lost over— Why, Hazel, Hazel— don't tell me that he is deae—drowned "The poor fellow was lost overboard." at sea!" And before the astonished Miss Strong could catch her Jane Por- ter bad slipped to the floor in a swoon. After Hazel had restored her chum to consciousness she sat looking at her for a long time berore either spoke. "I did not know, Jane," said Hazel In a constrained voiee, "that you knew Mr, Caldwell so hitimately that his death should prove such a shock to you.,, "John Caldwell?" questioned Miss Porter. "You do not mean to tell me that you do not know who this man was, Hazel?" "Wily, yes, Jane; I know perfectly well who he was—his name was John Caldwell; he was from London." "Oh, Hazel, I wish I could believe it," moaned the girl. "I wish I could be- lieve it, but those features are burned so deep into my memory and my heart that I should recognize them anywhere in the world from among a thousand others who might appear identical to any one but me." "What do you mean, Jane?" cried Hazel, now thoroughly alarmed. "Who do you think it is?" "I don't think, Hazel. I know that that is a picture of Tarzan of the Apes." CHAPTER XV. The Wreck of the Lady Alice. P1 CANNOT be mistaken," Jane continued. "Oh, Hazel, are you sure that he is dead? Can there be no mistake?" "I am afraid not, my dear," answer- ed Hazel sadly. "I wish I could think that you are mistaken, but now a hun- dred and one little pieces of corrobo- rative evidence occur to me that meant nothing to me while I thought that he was John Caldwell of London. He said that he had been born in Africa and educated In Prance." "Yes; that would be true," murmured Jane Porter dully. "The first officer, who searched his luggage, found nothing to identify John Caldwell of London. Practically all his belongings had been made or purchas- ed in Paris. Everything that bore an initial was marked either with a 'T' alone or with 'J. 0. T.' We thought that he was traveling incognito under his first two names, the J. C. standing for John Caldwell." "Tarzan of the Apes took the name Sean C. Tarzan," said Jane in the same lifeless monotone. "And he is dead! Oh, Hazel, it Is horrible! He died all alone in this terrible Ocean! It is un- believable that that brave heart should have ceasedto beat; that those mighty muecles are quiet and cold forever; that he who was the personification of life and health and manly strength should be the prey of slimy, crawling things; that"-- But she could go no further, and, with a little moan, she buried her head In her arms and sank Sobbing to the floor. For days Miss Rider was ill and would see no one except Hazel and the faithful Esmeralda. When at last she came on deck all were struck by the sad change that had taken place In her. She was no longer the alert, Vivacious Ameriean beauty who bad charmed and delighted all who came in ecintaet with her. Instead she was a very quiet and sad little girl. With an ex.* preasion of hppeless wistfulness that lione but Hazel Strong could Interpret. The entire party strove their utmost to cheer and amuse her, but all to no avail. Occasionally the jolly Lord Ten- nington would wring a wan smile from her, but for the most part she sat with Wide eyes looking out across the sea. With Jane Porter' e ilinetes one mts- tortuto ring. another Reamed to attack 1 ,NI.1.0.11/4101.011.0 .011011.1•110191MWOMIIIMINI.1.11 TAKE YOUR CHOICE By NCI -LAND. MANUFACTURERS are of Pi two kinds—the honest and dishonest. The one makes the best goods, the other makes the worst, Each has his own particular scheme of life. The honest manufacturer aims to make the best goods he can and to advertise them so that all the world will know or their merits. He courts investigation. He wants custorners to hold him to a rigid accountability. The dishonest manufactur- er hopes to profit by decep- tion. He produces an article that will be offered as "just as good" though he knows it Is inferior. 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An instant later a seaman rushed up from below. "My Gawd:" be cried. "Her whole bleedin' bottom's ripped out. She can't float twenty minutes," "Shut up!" roared Tennington. "La- dies, go below and get some of your things together. It may not be so bacl as that, but we may have to take to the boats. It will be safer to be pre- pared. Go at once, please. And, Cap - tale Jerrold, send some competent man below, please, to ascertain the exact extent of the damage. in the mean- titne I might suggest that you have the boats provisioned." The calm low voice of the owner did much to reassure the entire party, and a moment later till were occupied with the duties he had suggested. By the time the ladies had returned to the deck the rapid provisioning,of the boats had been about completed, and a moment later the officer who had gone below had returned to report. But his epin- ion was scarcely needed to assure the huddled group of men and women that the end of the Lady Alice was at hand. "Well, sir?" said the captain as hie officer hesitated. "I dislike to frighten the ladies, sir," he said, "but she can't float a dozen minutes, in my opinion. There's a bole in her you could drive a belly cone through, sir." For five minutes the Lady Alice had been settling rapidly by the how. Al. ready her stern loomed high in air, and foothold on the deck was of the most precarious nature. She carried four boats, and these were all filled and lowered away in safety. As they pull- ed rapidly from the strickenlittle ves- sel Jane Porter turned to have one last look at her. jest then there Came a loud crash and an ominous rumbling and pounding from the heart of the ship—her machinery had broken loose and was dashing its way toward the bow, tearing sout partitions and bulk- heads as it went. The stern rose rapid- ly high above them. For a moment she seemed to pause there, a vertical shaft protruding from the bosom of the ocean, and then swiftly she dove head foremost beneath the waves. th one of the boats the brave Lord Tennington had wiped a tear from his eye. He had not seen a fortune in money go down forever into the sea, but a dear, beautiful friend whom he had loved. At last the long night broke and a tropical sun smote down upon the roll- ing water. Jane Porter had. dropped into a fitful slumber—the fierce light of the sun upon her upturned face awoke her. She looked about her. In the boat with her were three sailors, Clayton and M. Thuran. Then she looked for the other boats, but as far as th.e eye could reach there was noth- ing to break the fearful monotony of that waste of waters—they were alone In a small boat upon the broad At- lantic. * * * * * As Tarzan struck the water bis first impulse was to swim clear of the ship and possible danger from her propel- lers. He knew whom to than1 . for his present predicament, and as he lay In the sea, just Supporting himself by a gentle movement of his hands, his chief emotion was one of chagrin that he had been so easily bested by Rokoff. He lay thus for some time, watching the receding and rapidly diminishing lights or the steamer without it ever once occurring to him to call for help. He never had called for help in his life, and so it is not strange that he did not think of it now. Always had he de- pended upon his own prowess and re- sourcefulness, nor had there ever been since the days of Kale any to answer an appeal for succor. When it did oc- cur to him it was too late. There was. thought Tarzan, a possible one ehance in a hundred thousand that he might be picked up and an even smaller rhance that he would reach land, so he ffetermined that to combine wbat slight chances there were he would swim slowly in the direction of the coast— the ship might have been closer in than he had known. Ells strokes were long and easy—Lt would be many hours before those giant muscles would commence to feel fatigue. As he swam, guided toward the east by the stars, be noticed that he felt the weight of his shoes, and so he removed them. His trousers went next, and he wottld have remov- ed his coat at the serne time but for the precious papers in its pocket. To reassure himself that he still had them he slipped his hand in to feel, but to his consternation they were gone, Now he knew that something more than revenge had prompted Rokoff to pitch him overboard. The ape -man swore softly and let his coat and shirt eink into the Atlantic. Before many hours he had divested himself of his remaining gartnents and was swim- ming easily and unencumbered toward the east. 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The cool ocean refreshed him almost ns much as would a draft of water, so that it WaS With renewed vigor that he brought the smaller boat alongside the derellet and after many herculean efforts succeeded in drag- ging it on to the slimy ship's bottom. There ha righted and examined it. The boat was quite sound mad a mo- ment litter floated upright alougside the wreck. Then Taman selected sev- eral pieces of wreckage that inight an- swer him as paddles and presently was making good headway toward the far otr shore. It was late in the afternoon by the time he came close enough to distin- guish objects on land or to make out the coutour of the shore line. Before him lay what appeared to be the en- trance to a little, landlocked harbor. The wooded point to the north was strangely familiar. Could it be possi- ble that fate had thrown him up at the very threshold of his own beloved jungle! But as the bow of his boat en- tered the mouth of the harbor the last shred ot doubt was cleared away, for there before him upon the farther shore, under the shadows of his prime- val forest, stood his own cabin—built before his birth by the hand of his tong dead father, John Clayton, Lord Greystoke. With long sweeps of his giant mus- cles Taman sent the little craft speed- ing toward the beach. Its prow had scarcely touched when the ape -man leaped to shore—his heart beat fast in joy and exultation as each long famil- iar object came beneath his roving eyes—the cabin. the beach, the little brook, the dense jungle, the black, im- penetrable forest. The myriad birds In their brilliant plumage; the gorgeous tropical blooms upon the festooned creepers falling in great loops from the giant trees, , Tarsal) of the Apes had come into his own, again, and that all the world might know it he threw back his young bead and gave voice to the fierce, wild challenge of his tribe. 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There were the table, the bed and the little orib built by his father: the shelves tind cupboards just as they had stood for over twenty-three years: just as he had left them nearly two years be- fore. ills eyes satisfied, Tarzan's stomach began to call aloud for attention. The pings of hunger suggested a search for 81011. There wns not in the cabin, nor lincl he any weapons; but upon a 1 wall hung one or his ohI grass ropes, lt had been many times broken and spI iced, so that he had disearded it for ti better one long before. Taman wish- ed that he bacl a knife. Well, unless i he was mistaken he should have that , and a spear and bows and arrows be- fore another sun had sat—the rope tvould take care of that, and in the meantime it must be made to procure food for him. Ile coiled it carefully, and, throwing it about his shoulder, went out. closing the door behind him, Close to the cabin the jungle corn- menced, and into It Tarzan of the Apes plunged, wary and noiseless, once more a savage beast hunting its food. For a time he kept to the ground. but final- ly, discovering no spoor indicative of nearby meat, he took to the trees. With the first dizzy swing from tree to tree all the old joy of living swept over bum. Wain regrets and dull heart- ache were forgotten. Now was be liv- ing. Now indeed was the true happi- ness of perfect freedom his. Who would go back to the stifling, wicked cities of civilized man when the 'nighty reaches of the great jungle of- fered peace and Jiberty? Not be. While it was yet light Tarzan came to a drinking place by the side of a jungle river. 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