shall erect a suitable
monument to his memory on our return."

The Chief looked at the Professor, and the latter instantly divined that
he wanted some enlightenment.

"What does the white Chief mean by that?"

"It is the custom of the white man to put up something that all the
people may look at, for years and years afterwards, so as to remind them
that he has lived, and to tell the people what good he has done."

"And why should the people do that?"

"So as to teach people the example, and try to make them be good as he
was."

"Do your people need to have such examples to make them do good?"

"That may not be necessary," replied the Professor, as he vainly tried
to hide the smile that was trying to manifest itself.

"But do you not find it necessary to set the people a good example?"
asked the Professor.

For a moment he looked around at the company in bewilderment, and he
slowly replied: "No, I do not think it would do any good. If the people
are bad, and they want to be bad, it will do them no good to tell them
that I have always tried to do right."

There was a respectful silence, at this avowal, and the Professor
continued: "There are many who think as you do, and we had one great
teacher, called Confucius, who said: 'Do good not for the hope of
reward, but because it is right.' Then we have also a precept which,
interpreted, means: that happiness is in the heart."

"I do not know what that means," he replied.

"It means that the desire and the wish must come from within, and not
from without." And the savage nodded an assent.

"But," continued the Professor, "I have some news to impart, that makes
us all happy again. It is something that pertains to Sutoto, and I know
you will all join in wishing him all happiness in the good fortune which
Wonder Island brings to him, while this island is vying with us to make
him happy."

What was this happy thing that the Professor portended? There was
intense eagerness in the eyes of all who had left Wonder Island when the
_Pioneer_ sailed away, three weeks before.

"I want to present to you Sutoto, the new Chief of the Berees." The
Professor could get no further. George and Harry were wild with
excitement, and they bounded over to him and actually hugged him. Poor
Cinda did not for the moment know what all this excitement meant.

She supposed that this was the white man's part of the ceremony, and
quietly submitted. But she was quickly informed, and as she