and fortune to him, instead of to the redskins.

After a little more talk Cora got up and kissed Violet good-by. Sylvan
followed her example with a little more ardor than was absolutely
necessary, perhaps.

At Rockhold luncheon was on the table, and young Mrs. Rockharrt waiting
for them. Mr. Clarence was also at home, having determined to risk his
father's displeasure and to neglect his business on this one day--this
last day, for the sake of the niece and the nephew who were so dear to
his heart.

After luncheon Sylvan went out to oversee the loading of the farm van,
which was drawn by two sturdy mules, with the many heavy trunks and
boxes that contained Cora's wardrobe and books--among the latter a
large number of elementary school books. Mr. Clarence stood by his side
to help him in case of need. Cora went up to her room, where nothing was
now left to be done but to pack her little traveling bag with the
necessaries for her journey, and then put on her traveling suit. She had
a quantity of valuable jewelry, but this she put carefully into her hand
bag, intending to convert it all into money as soon as she should reach
New York, and to consecrate the fund, with the bulk of her fortune, to
her projected home school for the Indian children.

As she sat there, she was by some occult agency led to think of her
grandfather's young wife--to think of her tenderly, charitably,
compassionately. Poor Rose! In infancy, from the day of her father's
death, an unloved, neglected, persecuted child; in childhood, driven to
desperation and elopement by the miseries of her home; in girlhood,
deceived and abandoned by her lover; now, in womanhood, as friendless
and unhappy as if she had not married a wealthy man, and was not living
in a luxurious home. Poor Rose! She had lost her sense of honor, or she
never would have married Mr. Rockharrt, even for a refuge. But, through
all her sins and sorrows, she had not lost her tender heart, her sweet
temper, or her amiable desire to serve and to please. She had now a hard
time with her aged, despotic husband. He had not gratified her ambition
by taking her into the upper circles of society, for he seemed now to
have given up society; he had not pleased her harmless vanity with
presents of fine dress and jewelry; no, nor even regarded her services
with any sort of affectionate recognition.

Cora sat there feeling sorry that she had ever shown herself cold and
haughty to the helpless creatu