his father had been a strange white ape, but he did not know

that Kala was not his own mother.

On this day, then, he went directly to the door and spent

hours examining it and fussing with the hinges, the knob and

the latch. Finally he stumbled upon the right combination,

and the door swung creakingly open before his astonished eyes.

For some minutes he did not dare venture within, but finally,

as his eyes became accustomed to the dim light of the

interior he slowly and cautiously entered.

In the middle of the floor lay a skeleton, every vestige of

flesh gone from the bones to which still clung the mildewed

and moldered remnants of what had once been clothing.

Upon the bed lay a similar gruesome thing, but smaller, while

in a tiny cradle near-by was a third, a wee mite of a skeleton.

To none of these evidences of a fearful tragedy of a long

dead day did little Tarzan give but passing heed. His wild

jungle life had inured him to the sight of dead and dying

animals, and had he known that he was looking upon the remains

of his own father and mother he would have been no more

greatly moved.

The furnishings and other contents of the room it was

which riveted his attention. He examined many things

minutely--strange tools and weapons, books, paper, clothing--

what little had withstood the ravages of time in the humid

atmosphere of the jungle coast.

He opened chests and cupboards, such as did not baffle his

small experience, and in these he found the contents much

better preserved.

Among other things he found a sharp hunting knife, on the

keen blade of which he immediately proceeded to cut his

finger. Undaunted he continued his experiments, finding that

he could hack and hew splinters of wood from the table and

chairs with this new toy.

For a long time this amused him, but finally tiring he

continued his explorations. In a cupboard filled with books

he came across one with brightly colored pictures--it was a