n
the first flush of his anger and disappointment had passed, and he came
to view this thing with cooler mind, he would repent deeply--for a whole
lifetime. She was convinced that he had not married this savage for
anything which could make marriage endurable. Under the weight of the
thought she was likely to forget that the young alien wife might have
lost terribly in the event also.

The arrival at Euston and the departure from St. Pancras were rather
painful all round, for, though there was no waiting at either place, the
appearance of an Indian girl in native costume was uncommon enough, even
in cosmopolitan London, to draw much attention. Besides, the placards of
the evening papers were blazoned with such announcements as this:

A RED INDIAN GIRL
MARRIED INTO
AN ENGLISH COUNTY FAMILY.

Some one had telegraphed particulars--distorted particulars--over from
Liverpool, and all the evening sheets had their portion of extravagance
and sensation. General Armour became a little more erect and austere as
he caught sight of these placards, and Mrs. Armour groaned inwardly; but
their faces were inscrutable, and they quietly conducted their charge,
minus her blanket, to the train which was to take them to St. Albans,
and were soon wheeling homeward.

At Euston they parted with Lambert and Mrs. Townley, who quite
simply and conventionally bade good-bye to them and their Indian
daughter-in-law. Lali had grown to like Mrs. Townley, and when they
parted she spoke a few words quickly in her own tongue, and then
immediately was confused, because she remembered that she could not be
understood. But presently she said in halting English that the face of
her white friend was good, and she hoped that she would come one time
and sit beside her in her wigwam, for she would be sad till her husband
travelled to her.

Mrs. Townley made some polite reply in simple English, pressed the
girl's hand sympathetically, and hurried away. Before she parted from
Mr. Lambert, however, she said, with a pretty touch of cynicism:
"I think I see Marion Armour listening to her sister-in-law issue
invitations to her wigwam. I am afraid I should be rather depressed
myself if I had to be sisterly to a wigwam lady."

"But I say, Mrs. Townley," rejoined Lambert seriously, as he loitered
at the steps of her carriage, "I shouldn't be surprised if my Lady
Wigwam--a rather apt and striking title, by the way--turned out