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It is all right, dear," he cried. "It is all right. Everything has come back to me
now. You have given me the clue. Nine ninety nine Priscilla is my father's
address--Nine ninety nine Priscilla Avenue.
"I am Townsend J. Harper, Jr. You have heard of my father. Every one has since
he commenced consolidating interurban traction companies. And I'm not
married, Virginia, and never have been; but I shall be if this miserable old mud
scow ever reaches Singapore."
"
Oh, Bulan," cried the girl, "how in the world did you ever happen to come to that
terrible island of ours?"
"I came for you, dear," he replied. "It is a long story. After dinner I will tell you all
of it that I can recall. For the present it must suffice you to know that I followed
you from the railway station at Ithaca half around the world for a love that had
been born from a single glance at your sweet face as you passed me to enter your
Pullman.
"On my father's yacht I reached your island after trailing you to Singapore. It was
a long and tedious hunt and we followed many blind leads, but at last we came
off an island upon which natives had told us such a party as yours was living.
Five of us put off in a boat to explore--that is the last that I can recall. Sing says
he found me alone in a row boat, a 'dummy.'"
Virginia sighed, and crept closer to him.
"You may be the son of the great Townsend J. Harper, you have been the soulless
Number Thirteen; but to me you will always be Bulan, for it was Bulan whom I
learned to love."
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