browed Indian, Whiteleg. They 

 were out all night, but early next 

 morning he brought her back, both 

 of them looking as unconscious as 

 could be. Of course it was dreadful, 

 she was so young, although quite 

 old enough, according to their notions, 

 to marry. My husband could get 

 nothing out of her concerning her 

 night's escapade but wild stories of 

 faints and dead trees, to which of 

 course, he paid no attention. But 

 he felt his duty in the matter and as 

 delicately as possible made her see 

 her immoral position, and his victory 

 thanks to the All-wise Power, was 

 easier than he had expected, as 

 Arabella herself proposed marrying 

 Whiteleg, and has been instru- 

 mental in bringing him into the fold 

 of the Redeemed. As you know, the 

 wedding has been hurried as much as 

 possible for her sake, and takes place 

 next Sunday. It will be the first 

 Indian wedding sanctified by the 

 church and Mr. Warwick feels that 

 he has not laboured in vain. So 

 you see, my dear friends, they are 

 not quite unredeemable." 



And a silvery laugh floated over 



