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66 THE MOHEGAN MAIDEN. maiden how he had fallen into the power of the Narragansetts, and how strangely all things had worked together for his escape. | The maiden had not, meanwhile, relaxed her grasp upon nis hand, and as he declared his ostensible errand, she drew him toward the home of her people, saying, “Good! Now you come with me. Me find you home. You find me home when Nar’gansett catch me!” There was something so gratified in the tone that there would have been no resisting the appeal, even had Archibald felt disposed to do so, which he certainly did not. 2 He found the wigwam over which the maidem presided in much better condition than when he had left there:a week before. Every thing bore a cheerful look, and seemed as cozy as-could be expected: an. the midst of a fortified Indian town. Really palatable food was at once placed before him, and after eating his fill, and conversing with such Mohegans as came’in to see himy' ‘Archibald threw himself upon apile of skins, and slept the sleep of complete exhaustion——méyer once waking through all the hours of the night. > Ont He awoke to find the sweet. face beside him which had filled his dreams. Shining Star was engaged upon some bead-work, but threw it aside when she saw that the white man was awake. “ How you feel now?’ she asked in tones exquisitely sweet to the young man’s ears. 7 “Much better,’ he replied, rising to his feet. “I shall have no trouble in setting out for my home this morning.” “ Not so soon!” said the Indian, in a voice so sad that Archibald really wondered if he might not just as well stay another day. The result was what might have been readily foreseen. The entire day passed most pleasantly in the society of the dusky maiden and her friends. Indeed, the twain conducted themselves very much as an accepted pair of white lovers would haye done under similar circumstances. They walked and talked together, and sat in romantic spots beneath wide- spreading forest trees, saying very little, except what the eyes might speak in silent language. AIl the while Archibald realized that he ought to return, and assure his friends of his comicloooks.com ~