“Come to me, Eunice,” Ruth called comfortingly. “See the candies I have been saving for you! Mr. Latham, this is the little Indian girl who was hurt. You remember that we have spoken of her before?”
“Will some one take the child away?” Mr. Latham asked, brokenly.
Mollie led Eunice back to her bedroom. Then she hurried in again to rejoin the others.
“Miss Stuart, I owe you and your girls an explanation for my strange conduct,” Mr. Latham declared. “I feel, this afternoon, that I have seen a ghost! I do not understand this Indian child’s likeness to my dead sister-in-law. I must seek an explanation somewhere. This little Eunice is the living image of my brother’s Indian wife—the poor girl whom our cruelty drove from our home back to the tents of her own people to die. I was told that her little child died with her. There is a mystery here that must be solved. If this little girl is the daughter of my brother and his Indian wife, one-half of my fortune belongs to her.”
“Mr. Latham,” Miss Stuart quietly interrupted him, “this Indian child has an old grandmother who will be able to tell you whether this child has any connection with you. I have always thought there must be some explanation. The squaw has kept the child hidden for a purpose.”
“You are right, Miss Stuart,” Mr. Latham interrupted. “You tell me this child’s name is Eunice? Eunice was the name of my brother’s wife. It is also the Christian name for the female Indians of a certain tribe, but there is little doubt, in my mind, of this girl’s identity. The gold chain about her throat was my brother’s gift to his wife. That chain has the story of my brother’s love and courtship engraved on it in Indian characters. But I am too much upset to discuss the matter any further to-day. When can I see the Indian grandmother?”
“To-morrow,” Miss Stuart replied quietly. “I would not advise you to delay.”
“Will you go with me to see her at ten o’clock to-morrow morning, Miss Stuart?” queried Mr. Latham.
“Certainly,” Miss Sallie agreed.
“I beg of you then not to mention what has taken place in this room this afternoon,” Mr. Latham urged. “When we know the truth in regard to this child it will be time to tell the strange story. Good-bye until to-morrow morning.”