ght with
interest. "If there's one thing I'm crazy on it is legends. I just
love 'em to death."

"I don't think I ought to tell it in front of Helen," Kate said
mischievously. "She's----"

Helen sprang from her seat and stood threateningly before her sister.

"Kate Seton," she cried, "I demand your story." Then she went on
melodramatically, "You've said too much or too little. You've got to
tell it right here and now, or--or I'll never speak to you
again--never," she finished up feebly.

Kate smiled.

"What a dreadful threat!" Then she turned to Bill. "Mr. Bryant, I
s'pose I'll have to tell her. You don't know what an awful tempered
woman it is. I really believe it would actually carry out its threat
for--five minutes."

Bill's good-natured guffaw came readily.

"I'll back Miss Helen up," he declared promptly. "If you don't tell us
we'll both refrain from speech for--five minutes."

Kate sighed.

"Oh, dear. Then I'll have to tell. It's bullying. That's what it is.
But--here goes."

Helen beamed upon Bill, and the man's blue eyes beamed back again.
While he settled himself in his chair Helen returned to her less
dignified seat upon the table.

"Let's see," began Kate thoughtfully. "Now, just where does it begin?
Oh, I know. There's a longish rhyme about it, but I can't remember
that. The story of it goes like this.

"Somewhere away back, a young chief broke away from his
tribe with a number of braves. The young chief had fallen in
love with the squaw of the chief of the tribe, and she with
him. Well, they decided to elope together, and the young
chief's followers decided to go with them, taking their
squaws with them, too. It was decided at their council that
they would break away from the old chief and form themselves
into a sort of nomadic tribe, and wander over the plains,
fighting their way through, until they conquered enough
territory on which to settle, and found a new great race.

"Well, I guess the young chief was a great warrior, and so
were his braves, and, for awhile, wherever they went they
were victorious, devastating the country by massacre too
terrible to think of. But the chief of the tribe, from which
these warriors had broken away, was also a great and savage
warrior, and when he discovered that his wife was faithless
and had eloped with another, stealing all his best war paint
and fancy bead w