With proper care he might recover,
they said.
"At that time I did not know he was my father, or that he was any near
relative of mine. I had always lived with my uncle and I never knew my
father or my mother."
For a little while Frank's emotion overcame him. Then he resumed:
"I had some correspondence with Wright & Johnson and they tried to locate
Mr. Roscoe. They found out where he was, but just as they were about to
aid him the asylum was moved away.
"They tried to get on the track of the man who was in charge of it. Then
they sent me a lot of papers and photographs connected with the case and
I learned that James Roscoe was my father. He was an explorer, and soon
after I was born he went on an expedition. He was captured and held
prisoner by some savage natives for a number of years. Word came that he
had been murdered and the shock of it killed my mother. I was taken to
the home of my uncle, Mr. Dent, where I have lived ever since."
"But why didn't you go to your uncle and get him to help you?" asked Ned.
"I didn't think of it until too late," Frank replied. "The day I found
out that James Roscoe was my father I went home to tell my uncle all
about it and to ask his help.
Pages:
162
163
164
165
166
167
168
169
170
171
172
173
174
175
176
177
178
179
180
181
182
183
184
185
186