ild," Mr. Latham
continued. "They regard the idea that this little Eunice is the daughter
of my brother's wife as absurd. They recalled the fact that we were
positively assured of the child's death. They do not believe it possible
that the Indian relatives would not have claimed the child's fortune for
her. There were a number of educated Indians living in the town of
Stockbridge at the time. My brother's wife took refuge with them after
leaving us."

"Then, Mr. Latham," Aunt Sallie rejoined, "if the Indian grandmother
cannot give you satisfactory proofs of the child's parentage, possibly
you can find the additional proofs in Stockbridge."

Mr. Latham was silent. He had not been sorry to be persuaded by Mrs.
Latham and Reginald that Eunice was an impostor.

Naki knocked at the door.

"I would rather not see visitors, Miss Stuart," Mr. Latham declared. "I
am entirely upset by this present situation."

"It is only our Indian guide, Naki," Miss Sallie explained. "I sent for
him."

"Naki," Miss Sallie began, as soon as the man entered the room. "My niece
has taken Eunice away for a few days. She told me to ask you to go up to
the wigwam and bring the Indian woman down to your house again."

Naki shut his lips together. "The Indian woman will not return to my
house," he said.

"Why not?" Miss Stuart asked, angrily. "It is much better for her to be
with you. She will die up there."

"She wishes to die up there," Naki avowed.

"Nonsense!" retorted Miss Stuart. "We cannot let her suffer so because of
the child."

"She is afraid to come down the hill again," Naki continued. "She is
afraid of the law."

"Why should she be afraid of the law?" inquired Mr. Latham.

"I cannot tell," Naki replied; "but the woman who came to my house with
her son told the old squaw she must hide. If her secret was discovered
she would be sent to prison."

"What woman and her son came to your house to see this squaw?" asked Mr.
Latham.

Miss Sallie sat with her hands tightly clasped, scarcely daring to
breathe. She had not dared to hope that her plan would work out so well.

"I do not know the lady," said Naki sullenly. "But the young man was
Reginald Latham. He was on the hill the day Eunice was hurt. He went with
us to the Indian woman's wigwam. She was angry at his coming." Naki
paused.

Mr. Winthrop Latham was frowning and looking down at the pattern of the
carpet. Miss Stuart knew he realized that his sister and nephew were