d Sea to the Indian Ocean, and thus down the East Coast, putting
in at every port that was worth the seeing.

And so it happened that on a certain day two vessels passed in the
Strait of Gibraltar. The smaller, a trim white yacht, was speeding
toward the east, and on her deck sat a young woman who gazed with sad
eyes upon a diamond-studded locket which she idly fingered. Her
thoughts were far away, in the dim, leafy fastness of a tropical
jungle--and her heart was with her thoughts.

She wondered if the man who had given her the beautiful bauble, that
had meant so much more to him than the intrinsic value which he had not
even known could ever have meant to him, was back in his savage forest.

And upon the deck of the larger vessel, a passenger steamer passing
toward the east, the man sat with another young woman, and the two idly
speculated upon the identity of the dainty craft gliding so gracefully
through the gentle swell of the lazy sea.

When the yacht had passed the man resumed the conversation that her
appearance had broken off.

"Yes," he said, "I like America very much, and that means, of course,
that I like Americans, for a country is only what its people make it.
I met some very delightful people while I was there. I recall one
family from your own city, Miss Strong, whom I liked
particularly--Professor Porter and his daughter."

"Jane Porter!" exclaimed the girl. "Do you mean to tell me that you
know Jane Porter? Why, she is the very best friend I have in the
world. We were little children together--we have known each other for
ages."

"Indeed!" he answered, smiling. "You would have difficulty in
persuading any one of the fact who had seen either of you."

"I'll qualify the statement, then," she answered, with a laugh. "We
have known each other for two ages--hers and mine. But seriously we
are as dear to each other as sisters, and now that I am going to lose
her I am almost heartbroken."

"Going to lose her?" exclaimed Tarzan. "Why, what do you mean? Oh,
yes, I understand. You mean that now that she is married and living in
England, you will seldom if ever see her."

"Yes," replied she; "and the saddest part of it all is that she is not
marrying the man she loves. Oh, it is terrible. Marrying from a sense
of duty! I think it is perfectly wicked, and I told her so. I have
felt so strongly on the subject that although I was the only person
outside of blood relations who was to have