The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1914-12-17
CHAPTER XIII.
The Hunters Return.


Edith Wayne picked geraniums,
| hummed a 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
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
1 meet him, won't you, dear Mrs. Nor
ris?"
That will, darling. And this very
night, too"
Tonight"
Eyes! I've already phoned to my
fellow-patronesses Of the assembly
ball-and we're going to give dance
tonight-impromptu--in honor of Cap
tain Jones and his party"
Mrs. Morris hurried away, then, to
give orders for the ball to be held at
fashionable downtown hotel.
"Oh, mother!" cried Edith, running
to the window where her mother sat.
Tonight, mother dear, at dance at
the hotel l shall meet the man from
Africa, the famous Capt. Duncan
Jones'"
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 SWANS had proposed to
her. But each in turn had become a
brother" through the diplomacy of
Edith Wayne She had no one ia
vorite among them. She liked them
all, but she loved none.
Capt. Duncan Jones, after a tango
with one of the beautiful maidens of
the City of Angels, excused himself
and left the ballroom. He was cross
ing an anteroom on his way out for
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 l 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. 81 want to ask
you about Africa
They strolled out into the moonlit
| SdTQOu, WHITE tu6 dlT Wdo III +" u POI
| 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 f1rst
happy hour together in the moonll'
garden, Captain Jones said:
"And-oh, yes-in the jungle met
wild man.
wild mani" Edith exclaimed
BLACK, of counsel"
/ mo. White!"
"A white wild man! How strange!
Why did you not get his story?"
1--WE couldn't" Jones replied. "Ht
was sort of human island entirely
surrounded By wild animals. And oul
Kafirs refused to try to find him fol
us. He was wild, yet, somehow, Miss
Wayne, in the one brief encounter
had with that wild man there wal
something about him that deeply In