Evening star., 1903-08-13

had led her to her own mountain refuge.
and then, confident that Blakely would
make search for 1t and for his sister, had
gone forth and found him, already half
daZed with fever and exhaustion, and had
striven to lead his staggering horse up that
precipitous trail. 1t was the poor brute's
last climb. Blakely she managed to bring
In safety to her lofty eerie. The horse had
fallen, worn out in the effort /and died on
the rocks below. She had reused Angela
with what she thought would be joyful It'd
ings. even though she saw that her hero
was desperately ill., She thought. of course,
the white girl knew the few words of Span
ish that she could speak. All this was made
evident to Arnold and Stout, partly through
Natzie's young brother, who had helped to
find and support the white chief, partly
through the girl herself. 1t was evident to
Arnold. toe. that up to the time of their COM
Ing nothing had happened to undeceive Nat
zie as to that relationship. They tried to
induce her to return to the agency. although
where with the hostile bands. but she
would not. she would go with them to
Sandy. and they could not deny her. More
than once on that rough march of three
would the waking be. Angela. daughter
OF civilization, under safe escort had been
sent on ahead. close following the courier
who scurrfed homeward with the news. Nat
zie. daughter Of the wilderness, could not
be driven from the sight of Rlakely's litter.
The dumb, patient, pathetic appeal Of her
great soft eyes. as she watched every look
tn the doctors face. was something won
derful to see. But now. at last, the fevered
sufferer was home. still only semi-con-
sctous, being borne within the walls OF the
majors quarters. and she who had saved
him. slaved for him. dared for him, could
only nutely gaze after his PROSTATE and
wasted form AZ 1t disappeared within the
darkened hallway In the arms OF his men.
Then came light step bounding along
the veranda-then came Angela. no longer
clad tn the riding Uarh N yvhlch bifhcFtA
Natxio had seen her. but In cool and SHIN
mering white, with gladness and gratitude
In her beautiful eyes. with welcome and
protection In her extended hand and the
Indian girl looked strangely from her to
the dark hallway within which her white
hero had disappeared. and shrank back
from the proffered touch If this was the
soldiers sister should not she now be at
the soldiers side? Had she other lodge
than that which gave him shelter now that
his own was burned7 Angela saw for the
the great black eyes from which the soft
ness and the pleading had suddenly fed.
Then. rebuffed. disturbed and troubled. she
turned to Arnold. who would gladly have
Cant you make her understand, Mr.. Ar
nold? she pleaded. Il don't know word
of her language. and SO want to be her
friend-so want to take her to my homer
And then the frontiersman did q thing
for which. when she heard Of 1t one sunset
later his better half said words OF him
usage and that only wife
would dare to employ. With the blunder-
ing stupidity of his sex. poor Arnold set
tied things" for many day and we'll
nigh ruined the sweetest romance that
Sandy had even seen the birth of.
"Ah, Miss Angela! only one place will
ever be home to Natzie now. Her eyes will
tell you that"
And already. regardless Of anything these
women Of the white chiefs might think or
say. unafraid save of seeing him no more.
save of being where she could
not heed his every look or call or gesture.
the daughter of the mountain and the
desert stood gazing again after the van
ished form her eyes long months had wor-
shipped. ana the daughter OF the schools
and civilization stood flushing one-half mo-
ment then slowly paling, as. without an
other glance or effort. she turned silently
away. Kate Sanders 1t was who sprang
quickly after her and encircled the slender
waist with her fond and clasping arm.
Go bs continued temesrow.)