“I have only you and my father to look to for support and comfort; my heart has yearned towards you both, but has met with nothing but coldness. Oh, Warren, be a brave man—brave enough to despise wickedness, and you will not only make me happy, but, perhaps, avert that terrible retribution which overtakes transgression. There is time yet; hear my prayer before it is too late.”
Her pleading voice fell upon an ear that heard not.
The appeal did not reach her brother’s stony heart.
With a few commonplaces he endeavoured to exculpate himself from any evil intentions towards the young Indian.
All in vain.
Her woman’s instinct saw through his hypocrisy, and showed him to her as he was—wicked!
That night Alice Rody prayed long and earnestly for support in an affliction which she felt was but too surely coming; and she wept till her pillow was bedewed with tears!