the wild geese have gone south, he hopes that
another Gikhyi-Choh will come and live among us on this side of the
mountains. When he comes he will cheer us, so we must be strong till
then. Then the white men have arrived; some, but not all, are wolves,
and we must beware of their fangs. They would like to tear us to
pieces, to break up our mission, and to ruin our young men and women.
But we must stand together, and the Great Father in Heaven will send
His Holy Spirit to guide us. I have many things to say, but I cannot
speak of them now. We will meet again and have a long talk."

The Indians understood their leader. They needed no other word, and,
after the benediction had been pronounced, they filed silently out of
the building.

Jennie alone remained, almost hidden from view in the dimly
candle-lighted church. She watched the missionary with her small
bright eyes, saw him place his hand wearily to his forehead, and then
turn to the little harmonium.

At first his playing dragged; it lacked the true fire of life. He was
like one creeping foot-sore and lone over a long and darksome trail,
far down in the valley. But as he played gradually he ascended from
the mists below up the mountain side. The air became clearer and
filled him with a new vigor. As he reached the top, and the sun shone
out, his spirit leaped within him and thrilled his whole being. The
heart nerved the hand and the weak, dilatory playing ceased.
Hopefulness and courage burst forth in every note. His face cleared.
He looked up, and his countenance became transfigured with a glorious
light.

For a time Jennie retained her position in the back of the church. She
loved music dearly, and could not resist the temptation to remain very
still and listen. But at length she left her place, glided up the
aisle, and stood quite near the missionary. He did not notice her, so
lost in thought was he. When, however, she reached out a thin, dusky
hand and touched his arm, he gave a sudden start, and, turning quickly,
looked upon the girl.

"Jennie!" he exclaimed. "You here! Why, I thought every one had gone!"

"All but me," she replied. "I waited to speak to you. It told me to
come."

"It? And who is It?" asked Keith in a puzzled manner.

"The bell; it spoke to me, as I was going to the store, and said to
tell you."

"What were you going to the store for, Jennie, and what were you to
tell me?"

The girl looked earnestly into his f