The Cave Girl

Part II

Chapter XIII

Homeward Bound

Edgar Rice Burroughs


AT HONOLULU Waldo Emerson Smith-Jones and Nadara were married. Before the ceremony there had been some discussions to what name should be used in describing Nadara in the formal contract.

“Nadara” alone seemed too brief and meaningless to the precise Mrs. Smith-Jones; but Waldo Emerson and the girl insisted that it was her name and all-sufficient. So, in lieu of another name, it was finally decided by all that “Nadara” could not be legally improved upon.

Prior to the ceremony, which took place on board the Priscilla, Mr. and Mrs. John Alden Smith-Jones, Captain Cecil Burlinghame, several invited guests from amongst officials and friends in Honolulu, and the crew of the Priscilla presented gifts to the bride.

Captain Burlinghame in presenting his proffered a few words in explanation of it.

“To you, Nadara,” he said, “these trinkets will hold a deeper meaning and greater value than to another, for they come from your own forgotten island where they lay for twenty years until, by chance, I picked them up close by the sea. The poor lady to whom they once belonged you never knew—it is quite possible that she was never upon your savage coast—and how her jewels came to be there must always remain a mystery. But two things you hold in common with her, for she was a lady and she was very beautiful.”

He held toward Nadara in his open palm a little worn bag of skins of small rodents, sewn together with bits of gut. At sight of it both the girl and Waldo Emerson exclaimed in astonishment.

Nadara took the bag wonderingly in her hands and dumped the contents into her palm. Waldo pressed forward.

“Did you know to whom these belonged?” he asked Burlinghame.

“To Eugénie Marie Céleste de la Valois, Countess of Cercy,” replied the captain.

“They belonged to Nadara’s mother,” returned Waldo. “Her foster parents were present at her birth and took these jewels from the poor woman’s body after she had passed away. She was washed ashore in a boat in where there was only a dead man beside herself—Nadara was born that night.”

And so, when the clergyman had performed the marriage ceremony he entered upon the certificate in the space provided there for the name of the woman: Nadara de la Valois.

And they are living in Boston now in a wonderful home that you have seen if you ever have been to Boston and been driving about in one of those great sight-seeing motor busses, for the place is pointed out to all visitors because of the beauty of its architecture and fame that attaches to the historic and aristocratic name of its owner, which, as it happens, is not Smith-Jones at all.


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