KEV iss emotsion “rr on ~ conversation in the house. KING OF THE JUNGLE CHAPTER 14 It was two years before Kaspa and Sefton returned to Honeydale. The change had done Kaspa good. Under Sefton’s sympathetic tuition, he had made great strides with his studies and obtained a clearer insight into the ways of men and cities. How- ever, the lure of Africa was still in his blood. He felt that civilization was tawdry and unsatisfying. y When the Marleys heard. of his re- turned, Madeline insisted upon going down to see him, She was accom- panied by Sheila and Reeves. When they arrived at Honeydale, Kaspa was ten miles away in the forest, padding softly among the trees, clad in noth- ing but a bathing suit. He scared up a deer and feeling the need of exercise, determined to chase it down. The deer took a roundabout course through the forest. Finally he chased it out on the open ground bordering the lake and as it trod the loose sandy soil he saw that it was almost spent; the end of the hunt was in sight. Madeline had grown tired of the The shad- owy room with its atmosphere of ci- garette smoke and sophistication was most distasteful to her. She got up quietly and. wandered out on to the veranda and so on to the lawn. It was a beautiful evening. She walked down | to the lake, looking over the water. How futile and unsatisfying everyth- ing was! She was twenty-three, heal- thy and beautiful, and condemned to follow a career of senseless gayety until, wearied to death, she made her escape by marrying one of her nume- rous suitors—only to begin the same thing all overagain. As she stood there brooding, she was acutely unhappy. , There was a suden crash in the bushes, and she turned upon a start- ling sight. Out from the forest stag- werédd a fine stag, its breath panting, its eyes turned backward in a glassy stare of terror, and behind it, running with the effortless freedom came a huge god-like figure clad in a torn and faded swimming suit. Kaspa overhauled the floundering deer in the middle of the glade. Bel- lowing in despair, the wretched animal turned at bay, but Kaspa was too quick for it. He avoided the lowered antlers and, leaping at the beast’s shoulders, seized it by the head and neck and overthrew it on the grass. He held it there helpless while he raised leonine face to the sky and sent | out the call of triumph and meat: “Argh-h-h; Ee-argh-h-h!” It rolled and echoed away into the forest, and never had cry like that been raised upon the shores of that northern lake. The effect upon Madeline was elec- trical; she was thrilled and horrified. The wild lion-music coming from the throat of a human being was unna- tural and frightening, but there was something pleahurahle and -inspiring in the gight of that splendid figure wrestling with its prey. It was like some long forgotten scene when the forest was young and naked men pur- sued his meat, fleet and tireless as the wolf. Here was reality, ruthless and dis- gusting, yet imbued with a strange beauty. The girl found herself con- trasting this man, hunting his meat in the forest, with other men she knew who hunted dollars in office and sales room, dollars wherewith to pay men to kill their meat for them with callous monotony of machinery. The compar- sion was in Kaspa’s favor. Her last scruples were dissolved in admiration of this man’s beauty and physical prowess. : The lion-man stood up, heaved the exhausted deer tn its feet and held it by thee horns. : “Please don’t kill it,” called Madeline softly. He caught sight of her stand- ing in the shadow of the tree. She observed that his eyes had a wild laughing glare in them. It made her shudder to look at him. She had never imagined that light in human eyes. “I was not going to kill it,” he an- swered in a soft, deep voice, with a purring note in it. “I have no need of “meat.” He laughed. “My meat is pro- | vided for me nowadays.” “Why not keep it and tame it?” sug- gested the girl, coming forward. “Ah, no!” said Kaspa with a ring of passion in his voice. “Let it be wild and free.” He released the stag, which went off swaying and snorting into the forest. Madeline studied him; he to- wered above her, the bigegst man she had ever seen. His curly yellow hair and the golden down on his cheeks—for Kaspa was careless about shaving—reminded her of pictures of old Norse ‘warriors. THE DALLAS POST, DALLAS, PA.. FRIDAY, JUNE 16, 1033. The muscles were discernible, ropes, under his satiny skin. There was not an ounce of useless flesh on him, and she was amazed that he had {looked so ungainly in chothes, Kaspa met her gaze squarely; in {another place he would have been awk- |ward and shy, but here he was on his {own ground, free, and still filled with | the wild ardor of his long chase. “You are Madeline Moore,” he said. “I remember you. You are very beau- tiful.” His eyes glowed at her, and Madeline stepped back with a faint cry. Kaspa laughed. “Don’t be afraid, I won't hurt you. Do you mind my saying that you are beautiful? Mar- tin told me that it pleased. people to be admired.” Madeline echoed his laugh. “Per- haps it does. I do not mind you telling me I am pretty; it was the way you looked. You are rather frightening. you know.” She realized she had noth- ing to fear from this man; he was | savage, but a gentle savage. The pur- pose of her visit rose in her mind. She spoke quickly, for fear the opportunity fon belost. | ‘I want to talk to you about Africa. | am interested in your life before you came here.” Kaspa shook hois head |stowly. “You would not understand,” he murmured. : “Why not? You think that I am like ‘the others, that I think of nothing but 'theatres and motor-cars and so on. 1 (tell you that I hate all that.” Her tone {was vehement. } Kaspa looked at her curiously. He [seemed to be watching her intently. {Then he sighed and repeated: “You would not understand.” Madeline be- | came impatient at his obtuseness. “Oh (bother! she said, biting her lip. After yall her expectations she was to be (balked by the reticence of the man {who could help her. “I want you to tell me what you think of this life,“ she said earnestly, “whether you prefer it to the life you led. You see, we all think is preferable to live in luxury than to ‘rough it, except some men who write books, and it is noticeable [that they don’t forego the amenities |unless they have to. I want to know {the truth; please tell me.” Kaspa considered her gravely. “I like sleeping on the ground and with- {out covering,” he said suddenly. “I like being alone and watching the moon rise, and I don’t like to do. any- thing just to please someone else. I like being afraid that I may be killea any day. Do you understand why?— because Martin doesn’t.” “Why do you like being afraid you may be killed?” she asked wondering- ly. “Because it keeps me from being i dissatisfied; it is so pleasant to be alive.” He turned and began to walk past her towards the lake. “So this is ‘Sun, moon and the stars, brother, and a wind on the heath,” said Madeline half to herself. if Kaspa stopped. “Who said that?” She told him it was a gypsy and why {he said it. ; “He was right.” He waved his arm towards the lake “All that is foolish- ness,” with which sweeping assertion him. He paused upon a rock and stared thoughtfully at the water for a minute. > I don’t know about love,” said “And love?’ called Madeline after |Kaspe, and vanished with a splash {into the cool pool. He came to. the surface, took three quick strokes to {the bank and climbed out, squeezing [the water out of heis eyes. | “Don’t you get lonely?” asked Made- line, regarding with interest the rip- ‘pling muscles of his chest as he raised and lowered his arms, | ‘“INo,” said Kaspa, but then he re- {membered his expulsion from the pack and the long nights spent in solitude ‘on the Bomogo hills. He corrected |himself: “Yes, I suppose I should be | lonely” if Frank Smith won the trip to (New York given as a door prize by the Laketon High School Seniors at their dance at the Community Hall last Wednesday evening: 8 : { Mr, and Mrs. W. S. Kunkle, Mrs. Julia Kunkle Mr. and Mrs. Ralph Ash- £0 “an Robert and Nel- S and Mrs. = nock. TE nd Eleanor a. | wow A t- Wednesday followed the e pat > /The Kunkle Reunion will be held at Kunkle Community Hall on Saturday : June 24. Xe Nr nature names were given to them. 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