bargains for the furs and the blankets and the
baskets.

Now, as the white man watched the little Indian teacher, he saw how far
above the tribe she was. He loved her pretty face, her sweet way and her
gentle spirit. Then the white man wanted to win the Indian girl. In the
far East, he had left a girl who loved him but he wanted the Indian
girl,--so he began silently to make love to her. Of course he knew that
her father would never consent. He knew that he would be driven from the
encampment if ever they found what he was doing, so hastily and quietly he
worked to win her.

He told her of the wonderful land from which he had come; of the beautiful
houses in which his friends lived; of the lives of ease which they lived;
then he told her of his love for her and begged her to flee with him to
his land and his people. To Litahni, it was all so wonderful that she
listened happily. How she would love to see it all! If she went there, she
could see again the missionary of whom the mother had told her so often.

And when he had finished, she told him of her dreams--how she wanted to
help the tribe to learn to love the great God, and to make the tribe of
Black Hawk the finest tribe in all the land around.

But when she, too, had finished, he loved her all the more for her
beautiful wish, so he held her closely to him and said:

"But, Litahni, to love and to be loved is a far greater happiness than to
lift, or to bend, or to lead the tribe. Leave that to your father. All
these things you can do to me and to my people. Would you waste your life
here on the plains? Think what I can give you. Your mother longed to go
beyond the mountains into the sunrise. Come with me and I will take you
there. To love and to be loved is the best that ever comes into a life.
And I love you, Litahni! Why should you think of your father? He has many
things to think of and has little time for you. I will make you my queen.
To-morrow I must go. So to-night, I shall come for my answer after the
sun has set. Meet me, dear, by the giant tree near the spring and we will
go together. The train leaves not long after the sunset and I will have a
horse at the spring on which we can get to the train. Come with me, dear.
Forget your people and be my Litahni."

There was a noise near by--and the white man was gone. But Litahni sat
deep in thought. While he had been with her, she longed to go with him.
But as she sat now and looked down into the valley at th