e in South Africa; and by a deception, nearly all that was left of his
fortune was lured away into the same channel. Jack was well-nigh frantic.
Rose had been waiting for him for four years and a half, so my husband
insisted upon their marriage and determined to go and see if anything
could be made out of the wreck, and asked me to wait until his return.
I agreed, only stipulating that we, too, should be married before he
went. I left him at the church. My husband was a silver miner; Mr. Jordan
was a gold miner--I do not know the difference, only the gold miner can
test gold ore--and they together went to Africa. They found the mine
good, and found a new road to it, over which the machinery could be
transported. Then my husband sailed via Australia for San Francisco to
buy the machinery; Mr. Jordan remained to open the mine. My husband
cabled me from Australia, and the next day I received his letter from
South Africa, telling me that he would be two months in San Francisco,
and then would come by London on his way back to the South Land. I took
the first ship and reached San Francisco before his ship came in from
Australia; then when I knew the ship was coming up the bay, I had the
apartments dressed in flowers, robed myself in attire such as I had meant
should be my wedding garments, and waited his coming."

Then she paused a moment as the memory of that meeting swept over her,
while the arms of her friend stole around her.

Continuing, she said: "When ready to start for England, we, as you know,
made arrangements to stop a day or two with our friends in Indiana. When
you were presented, my husband recognized you instantly by the name and
description given of you by his friend. When you sang that first song, he
guessed your secret and told me his thought, and helped me to work the
stratagem to lure you here. When he reached Port Natal, he tried to
invent some plausible reason to induce Mr. Jordan to come here, but he
could not; and so has hurried to get the mill working, and now both are
on the way, and I must meet them. Jack and Rose are going with me; will
you?"

The arms of Margaret Hazleton were clinging to Grace, and the tears were
raining down her face. So soon as she could speak, she said:

"And so, while I thought you were my best friend, you have really been my
guardian angel. I came with you because I hoped to find the noble man who
had self-exiled himself, and all the time when I thought I was disguising