ded and suffering, had
borne his friend to safety. He lived just long enough to be
decorated with the Iron Cross, which he begged the captain to
send to his father, as his last message.

It was a heavy blow for the old man, who was counting the days
until his son should come to America and go into partnership with
him. The world became a dark and sad place for him and he had no
ambition to go on living. The only consolation he had was the
thought that his son had died a hero and his last act had brought
honor to his family. He gripped the Iron Cross tightly and
wished passionately that Heinrich had lived to wear it. As the
lonely, broken-hearted old doctor sat there with his head in his
hands trying to realize the misfortune which had crushed him he
heard strains of music floating up from the lake.

"Ich Weiss nicht wass soll es bedeuten
Dass ich so traurig bin--"

The sweet girlish voices rang out in fine harmony. The doctor
raised his head to listen. "Bless dere liddle hearts," he
murmured, "dey are bringing me a serenade to please me." A tiny
ray of pleasure visited his sad heart. "Tell dem," he said to his
housekeeper, "dat de old doctor has too much sorrow to speak to
dem to-night, but he tanks dem for de song and hopes dey will
come again."

CHAPTER IX

THE WHITE MEN'S LODGES.

"Don't stand so stiffly, Sahwah," said Gladys. "Bend your knees
a little. Let yourself go in the air the way you were always
telling me to let myself go in the water. See, this way." She
took a few graceful dancing steps back and forth in front of
Sahwah. Sahwah did her best to imitate her. "There, that's a
little better," said Gladys, "but there is lots of room for
improvement still. Now, one, two, three, point, step, point,
turn, point, step, point, turn, point, slide, slide, slide,
close." Sahwah struggled to follow her directions, poising her
free hand in the air as Gladys did. "You handle your feet fairly
well," said Gladys, "but you ought to see your face. You look as
if you were performing the most disagreeable task, and were in
perfect misery over it. Smile when you dance, and incline your
head gracefully, and don't act as if it were glued immovably onto
your shoulders." Sahwah dutifully grinned from ear to ear, and
Gladys shook her head again. "No, not like that, it makes you
look like a clown. Just smile slightly and naturally; act as if
you were enjoying yourself." Thus the lesson proce