"Hough!" he cried, in a firm hearty voice, which begged forgiveness and pledged his own friendship.
Elk gave Alan his pony to carry him home. He took charge of Bluebird on the horse.
Lone Dog came limping a way out to meet them as they neared the village. His sinister eyes inquired of Elk how his villanously counselled scheme happened to miscarry.
Elk feigned not to see him. He passed him by with a high countenance. His momentary apostleship to the disturbers of the youths of the village was over, never to return. Bluebird saw that Ready Proverb was right. Now that the black veil of revengeful passion had swept by and his right vision was restored to him, the grandson of Wise Eye was not indeed to be led by the dirt of the tribe!
[THE EAST-SIDE GIRL AT PLAY AND AT WORK.]
BY DR. JANE E. ROBBINS,
HEAD WORKER OF THE COLLEGE SETTLEMENT.
