o return to college was approaching. She had
given up the trip to California on account of the sequel which the
little romance of Miss Asquith and Cal had brought about. Chiquita had
obtained their promise that the wedding should take place at the Buena
Vista ranch.

The preparations were made and the services of a clergyman, who was
making a tour of the mountains, was secured. Cal was elated at the
unexpected turn of affairs and Miss Asquith was easily reconciled. Jack
gave away the bride and the "wedding bells" which comprised a part of
the ceremony "pealed forth" from a lot of Indian tom-toms, sleigh bells
and tin pans in the hands of some visiting Utes.

The newly made man and wife started, after the wedding repast was
served, for Denver. Jack, Hazel and Chiquita followed a few days later,
Chiquita to return to college, Jack to continue his journey to the mine.

CHAPTER XIV.

CHIQUITA GRADUATES.

In a room overlooking the broad Connecticut valley, a student, wearing
cap and gown, stood by the window watching the clouds as they floated in
filmy drapery above the long rows of corn, tobacco and rhubarb which
paralleled each other on either side of the historic stream that divides
western Massachusetts. Chiquita, as she surveyed the scenery, then the
room and then herself, heaved a sigh of satisfaction. The same old
routine of registering, getting the trunks unpacked, studies and classes
arranged, had come to an end. Greetings by classmates, introductions to
new professors, salutations to members of the faculty and respects to
the dean had taken their regular order, and now the daughter of Yamanatz
gazed wistfully into the deep waters which reflected the clouds above.
The room was gorgeous in Indian blankets, draperies, spears, arrows,
pottery, beaded scarfs and long war bonnets, gold and silver-mounted
leather trappings of bridles, lariats, saddle skirts and pistol holsters
adorned the walls, while the floor and furniture were smothered in lion,
beaver, wolf, bobcat and fox skins. Busts of Powhatan and Massasoit
looked down from pedestals upon the young Indian girl as she reflected
the advancing stages of education and refinement which make the
civilized world. Well she remembered the lonesome, world forgotten time
when she first registered in the great reception room, seven years
before, after two years' private tutorship in her effort to master the
English language and learn her A, B, C's.

Oh! the day