Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1914-11-09
CHAPTER TX.
Fifteen Years After.


A bare-headed, golden-haired girl Of
twenty-three picked rose after rose
from bushes that formed an arched
trellis leading from the bungalow door
to the sidewalk at the other end Of the
pawn.
In the library the calendar pro-
claimed tho month to be January. Yet
outside red and white roses grew in
Eiotous luxuriance. For the place was
Los Angeles, Cal, where there is no
last rose of summer"
The girl with the golden hair was
Edith Wayne, now in all the splendid
fulflment Of her beauty and woman
hood. For Is years had elapsed since
she and her mother left British East
Africa, mourning father and husband
as one dead.
On their way home they had stopped
in England long enough to comply
with certain legal requirements where
by the fortune left to Doctor Wayne
would in due time be transferred to
the wife and daughter as the heirs OF
the missionary. They had then con-
Uncle Steve and Hart--to California
And this beautiful bungalow in Los
Angeles, In front of which Edith was
now picking roses, had been bought
with part CT the money received from
England. Mrs. Wayne's brother. "Un-
Gle Steve" lived with them. And Hart
could be seen even now in the back
N,ordp 80 he -
his duties as gardener
AS Edith plucked the roses she
heard woman's voice calling:
Good morning, Edith"
A middle-aged woman came across
the lawn. She owned the bungalow
next door and since childhood had
been an intimate friend of Mrs. Wayne.
Good morning, Mrs. Norris" Edith
said.
Edith" said Mrs. Morris, do you
know you are the exact image of your
mother as she was at your age-when
she married Doctor Wayne?"
$50 have been told" Edith an.
swered.
"By the way, Edith" Mrs. Morris
remarked, do you know Capt. Dun
can Jones? He's member of Troop
r, the crack cavalry organization of
the state"
"Capt. Duncan Jones? No, / have
never met him, though I have often
heard of him as a great hunter and
naturalist. What Of him?"
He has gone to British East Africa.
Two lieutenants of his troop are with
him. They have gone to hunt big
game"
British East Africa!" exclaimed
Edith. why, that's where my father
that's where l passed part Of my
childhood. l should like to meet this
Captain Jones-when he returns"
Just then Uncle Steve. now gray
haired, came hurrying from the house.
Edith" he said, come inside to
your mother. She's feeling bad. She
is weeping over a photograph of your
father. ! fear she will have another
Of those hysterical outbursts of grief.
4 can do nothing with her. Comet"
Edith bade good-by to Mrs. Morris
the bungalow, carrying an immense
bunch of roses. She found her moth.
er In the library, seated In an invalid
chair, clutching to her bosom a pho.
tograph Of Doctor Wayne. She was
lT%eeping.
Here, mother, this won't dol" cried
Edith, doing her best to inject q
CHEEKY tone into her speech. you must
not grieve 30. And-oh, yes! I've
news for you-about Africa
Her mother looked up expectantly.
News? African" she asked with
eagerness. What is the news?"
Capt Duncan Jones of the state
cavalry, who lives here in Los Ange
les, has gone to British East Africa tt
hunt. And when he returns. I'll find q
way to meet him"
RIO Be Continued