Part 17 (1/2)
”Ias the sun's red disk sank behind theyet on the brow of the snow randly in the light of the sunken sun while all the world below lay in shadow Together they watched the low on Mount Tacoured the rew transparent, delicate, wonderful
”That is what ht to the 'watcher for the ht, trustful sht ofbut of sunset”
Slowly the radiance faded, the rose tint passed; the aze, like the face of death Wallulah shuddered as if it were a prophecy
”You will coe, appealing eyes
”I will co till your return, yet I have lived sofor that which has come at last that I have learned to be patient”
”Ask God to help you in your hours of loneliness and they will not see and dark,” said Cecil, whose soul was one tuo by without telling her e, wistful way, ”I have prayed to him so much, but he could not fill _all_ my heart I wanted so to touch a hand and look on a face like my ood”
They parted, and he went back to the caht, as he walked along, clinching his hands in furious anger with hiirl's beauty move me thus, and she the proht beside the work God has sent uilt of such weakness! I will be faithful I will never look upon her face again!”
He eed from the wood into the camp; its multitudinous sounds were all around hiery of Indian life seemed so repellent as nohen he carace and loveliness It was harsh discord after , feasting, dancing; the whole camp was alive with boisterous hilarity, the result of a day of good fellowshi+p Mothers were calling their children in the dusk and young , ”Here I a all day lay like gorged anacondas beside the re, were talking loudly of the results of the gah it all the white ht nor the left, till he gained his lodge He flung hiether convulsively, his nerves throbbing with pain; vainly struggling with regret, vainly repeating to hi for love and horossed now only in his work
”Never, never! It can never be”
And the English exploring-shi+p in Yaquina Bay was to weigh anchor on thethe unknown coast The Indians had all deserted the sea-board for the council Would Cecil hear?
Would any one see the sail and bring the news?
[Illustration: ”_I Will kill him!_”]
CHAPTER III
CECIL AND THE WAR-CHIEF
Children of the sun, hoe is virtue
YOUNG
On the next day careat diversion of the Indians
Each tribe ran only one horse,--the best it had There were thirty tribes or bands, each with its choicest racer on the track The Puget Sound and lower Colu destitute of horses, were not represented There had been races every day on a small scale, but they were only private trials of speed, while to-day was the great day of racing for all the tribes, the day when the head chiefs ran their horses