en as the sun is called by many names by many
tribes, yet there is but the one sun."

"Then I am glad. It is good to learn that both prayed to the one God,
though they did not know it. But my mother taught me to use the name
of Allah, and not the other. And while my father and the tribes call
me by my Indian name, 'Wallulah,' she gave me another, a secret name,
that I was never to forget."

"What is it?"

"I have never told it, but I will tell you, for you can understand."

And she gave him a singularly melodious name, of a character entirely
different from any he had ever heard, but which he guessed to be
Arabic or Hindu.

"It means, 'She who watches for the morning.' My mother told me never
to forget it, and to remember that I was not to let myself grow to be
like the Indians, but to pray to Allah, and to watch and hope, and
that sometime the morning would come and I would be saved from the
things around me. And now you have come and the dawn comes with
you."

Her glad, thankful glance met his; the latent grace and mobility of
her nature, all roused and vivid under his influence, transfigured her
face, making it delicately lovely. A great pang of longing surged
through him.

"Oh," he thought, "had I not become a missionary, I might have met and
loved some one like her! I might have filled my life with much that is
now gone from it forever!"

For eight years he had seen only the faces of savage women and still
more savage men; for eight years his life had been steeped in
bitterness, and all that was tender or romantic in his nature had been
cramped, as in iron fetters, by the coarseness and stolidity around
him. Now, after all that dreary time, he met one who had the beauty
and the refinement of his own race. Was it any wonder that her glance,
the touch of her dress or hair, the soft tones of her voice, had for
him an indescribable charm? Was it any wonder that his heart went out
to her in a yearning tenderness that although not love was dangerously
akin to it?

He was startled at the sweet and burning tumult of emotion she was
kindling within him. What was he thinking of? He must shake these
feelings off, or leave her. Leave her! The gloom of the savagery that
awaited him at the camp grew tenfold blacker than ever. All the light
earth held for him seemed gathered into the presence of this dark-eyed
girl who sat talking so musically, so happily, by his side.

"I must go," he forced himself to say at lengt