Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1914-11-12
CHAPTER XIII.
Tho Hunters Return.

Edith Wayne picked geraniIms,
hummed tango tune and vaguely
wondered when Capt. Duncan Jones
would return from Africa. The month
now was June. In the library. by the
open window Ediths mother sat in her
wheel chair, watching the gathering
OF the crimson blossoms which grew
so profusely in the garden surround
ing the Wayne bungalow.
Mrs. Morris from next door" came
across the lawn, her countenance gos-
siping of important news.
Edith" she said, have you heard
the tidings? Capt. Duncan Jones and
his friends returned from their African
hunting trip this morning"
"Oh, goody!" exclaimed the ever
enthusiastic Edith. You will see that
l meet him, won't you, dear Mrs. Nor.
ris?"
That l will, darling And this very
night, too"
Tonight"
Yes! I've already phoned to my
fellow-patronesses of the assembly
ball-and we're going to give a dance
tonight-impromptu-ln honor of Cap.
tain Jones and his party"
At ten o'clock that night the assem-
bly, ball was In full swing. Edith had
already danced with many young men
Who were more or less open suitors for
her hand. More than one OF these
fashionable swains had proposed to
her. But each in turn had become q
brother" through the diplomacy of
Edith Wayne. She had no one fa-
vorite among them. She liked them
all, but she loved none
Capt. Duncan Jones, after tango
with one OF the beautiful naidens of
the City OF Angels, excused himself
and left the ballroom. He was cross.
ing an anteroom on his way out for
a smoke when he met Mrs. Morris.
They chatted till the ballroom again
swarmed with dancers doing the max
Ike. Edith danced past the doorway OF
the anteroom.
THERE" said Captain Jones.
There's the girl want to meet, Mrs.
Morris. DO you know herr"
The result was that when the max.
Ike ended, Edith entered the ante.
room and Mrs. Morris forthwith pre-
sented Capt. Duncan Jones.
Edith felt a distinct quake in her
soul. Her heart beat fast The cap.
tain. she was certain, with his bronzed
face and athletic form, was the hand.
soonest, manifest man she had ever
seen.
Shall we dancer" asked Captain
Jones, as the orchestra broke forth
into another OF the Argentine steps.
NO" Edith replied. Il want to ask
you about Africa"
They strolled out into the moonlit
garden, where the air was fowerper-
fumed and where fountains made CUR
Cling, tinkling music.
They talked of Africa, and Edith
told him of her own childhood passed
in the jungle and OF the tragic passing
OF her father.
Near the end of this. their first
odPQy AOuA lOGCNhCi ia IhO AAOOhlAS
garden. Captain Jones said:
"And-oh, yes-in the jungle met a
wild man"
wild mani" Edith exclaimed.
BLACK, of course!"
mo. Whlte!"
"A white wild man! How strangel
Why did you not get his story?"
we couldn't" Jones replied. "He
was a sort of human island entirely
surrounded by wild animals. And our
Kafirs refused to try to find him for
us. He was wild. yet, somehow, Miss
Wayne, in the one brief encounter ]
had with that wild man there was
something about him that deeply in.
'terested me. He seemed to be-com
pletely in tune with the wild"
Edith started.
"In tune with the vild!". she cried,
In : low. thoughtful tona How co.