y of a bull ape. Then he carried me to the door, shoved
me out into the hall and locked me from his room."

For several minutes neither spoke again. It was the boy's mother who
finally broke the silence.

"It is very necessary, Mr. Moore," she said, "that you do everything in
your power to discourage this tendency in Jack, he--"; but she got no
further. A loud "Whoop!" from the direction of the window brought them
both to their feet. The room was upon the second floor of the house,
and opposite the window to which their attention had been attracted was
a large tree, a branch of which spread to within a few feet of the
sill. Upon this branch now they both discovered the subject of their
recent conversation, a tall, well-built boy, balancing with ease upon
the bending limb and uttering loud shouts of glee as he noted the
terrified expressions upon the faces of his audience.

The mother and tutor both rushed toward the window but before they had
crossed half the room the boy had leaped nimbly to the sill and entered
the apartment with them.

"'The wild man from Borneo has just come to town,'" he sang, dancing a
species of war dance about his terrified mother and scandalized tutor,
and ending up by throwing his arms about the former's neck and kissing
her upon either cheek.

"Oh, Mother," he cried, "there's a wonderful, educated ape being shown
at one of the music halls. Willie Grimsby saw it last night. He says
it can do everything but talk. It rides a bicycle, eats with knife and
fork, counts up to ten, and ever so many other wonderful things, and
can I go and see it too? Oh, please, Mother--please let me."

Patting the boy's cheek affectionately, the mother shook her head
negatively. "No, Jack," she said; "you know I do not approve of such
exhibitions."

"I don't see why not, Mother," replied the boy. "All the other fellows
go and they go to the Zoo, too, and you'll never let me do even that.
Anybody'd think I was a girl--or a mollycoddle. Oh, Father," he
exclaimed, as the door opened to admit a tall gray-eyed man. "Oh,
Father, can't I go?"

"Go where, my son?" asked the newcomer.

"He wants to go to a music hall to see a trained ape," said the mother,
looking warningly at her husband.

"Who, Ajax?" questioned the man.

The boy nodded.

"Well, I don't know that I blame you, my son," said the father, "I
wouldn't mind seeing him myself. They say he is very wonderful, and
that for an anthropoid