Ride swiftly though
she does, no lurking forms are seen, no gliding figures block her way.
But the danger she has gone through has taken all her strength from her.
She leans her cheek on Golightly's sympathetic head and sobs out her
gratitude to him.

When a foam-flecked steed dashed up to the first house in the village
there was great commotion. Frank Robertson, with his mother and sisters,
rushed out to find a white-faced Rosalind, spent and nearly fainting,
sitting limply on Golightly's back. She had no words to explain her
presence. She could only look at them with lack-lustre eyes. But
Golightly turned his head as the young man lifted her gently off, and
his eloquent eyes said as plainly as any words could say--

"Deal gently with her; she has gone through more than you will ever
know, and has played her part bravely."

His comfort was looked after in as great degree as was Rosalind's. For
while Rosalind lay on a couch, faint but smiling, and listening to the
praises which the women-folk showered upon her, Golightly was stabled
and rubbed down by two of Robertson's hired men, and caressed and given
a good feed of corn with as many admiring words thrown in as ever his
mistress had.

No time was lost in collecting a good body of mounted men, and away they
rode with Frank Robertson at their head, arriving in good time to save
McArthur's home and family from savage destruction by the Redskins.

[Sidenote: Their Last Visit]

With the knowledge that their chief Feathertop was killed, the Indians'
enthusiasm cooled, and those who could saved their lives by flying to
their homes in the mountains. McArthur was never again troubled by a
visit from them, and lived to rejoice in the marriage of his brave
daughter to Frank Robertson.

The young couple settled within a couple of miles of McArthur's
homestead, and as each anniversary of Rosalind's ride came round, it was
a familiar sight to see old McArthur standing up amongst the great
gathering of friends to praise the brave girl who jeopardised her life
that moonlight night to save the lives and property of those dearest to
her.

[Sidenote: Mittie's love of self might have led on to a tragedy. Happily
the issue was of quite another kind.]

Which of the Two?

BY

AGNES GIBERNE

"It's going to be a glorious day--just glorious! Joan, we must do
something--not sit moping indoors from morning till night!"

Mittie never did sit indoors from morning till nig