and more ago. Besides, you were not in uniform,
then. Do you know I don't think I like you in a red coat, half so well
as in buckskin?"

"If it were possible I would discard it this moment," cried Donald,
"and I promise you, that after this night, I will never wear it again.
But, speaking of dress, Ah-mo, while you are beautiful beyond
description in this silken robe, I can't but think that you were still
more so in the fawn skin and fur dress that Atoka and I helped you make
in Beaver Castle."

So they talked of what had been and what was to be, and of Donald's
plans for Tawtry House, until suddenly he said:--

"And now, Ah-mo, I want to ask you the most important question of all.
Will you--I mean, can you--"

"Come in to supper," interrupted Paymaster Bullen, bustling out on the
veranda at that moment. "Who is it? You, Donald, and you, Ah-mo, my
dear girl? Why, there won't be a bite left, if you don't hurry. Never
saw such feeders in my life. 'Pon honor, I never did."

"And I didn't have a chance to ask my question," whispered Donald,
disconsolately.

"Perhaps you will have a better chance the next time we meet," replied
Ah-mo, mischievously.

On the following day came the wedding, with the genuine sensation of an
Indian princess as bridesmaid, and opinion was evenly divided as to
which was the loveliest,--she, or the bride herself.

On the day after, when Donald called at the Bullens', with his question
trembling on his lips, he was astounded and bewildered to learn that
Ah-mo had left the evening before on a swift-sailing sloop for Albany.
From there she would hasten to Oswego and rejoin her father, who only
awaited her coming to start for his distant western home.

"But, sir," said "Tummas," who in all the glory of a gorgeous new
livery, had just opened the door, "the young lady left a note for you,
hand 'ere it is."

Hastily tearing open the dainty billet thus handed him, Donald read:--

"If your question concerns the belle of a New York ball-room, it had
best remain unasked. If it is intended for a simple Indian girl, it
had best be asked among the lodges of her people."

A month later the question was asked, and answered very much to
Donald's satisfaction; while he, clad in buckskin, and Ah-mo dressed as
were the other girls of her tribe, drifted in a canoe on the placid
surface of the Detroit river. They were married in the quaint little
chapel of the fort, and, as Pontiac gave his beau