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t \ TRUE LOVE.. 4a‘ “Then I must be kept Bitse nso plieoderamal I grow old, and my friends forget me ?” “The White Rose is not @ prisoner; aotienly hiding with her sister, who loves her, and tries to. be kind rapes gti make her comfortable.” “BFopgive me, dear Moawee ™ exclaimed Hetty, bursting: fiko tears. “You are yery good to me; and 1: am wicked indeed to fret and complain as I do. I know tliat you and your fa- ther are doing what you believe to be for the best, and J thank ‘You for it most heartily. But there’ isone in my own land Who loves me dearly, and whom'I love with my whole soul. It is very painful to me to be so fur and so long away from - Perhaps he is dead, or pay g any aaa ant ¥t- tract him.” fis “Can your heart be any more saa ‘Saaisi thet. of Moawee, whose warrior has forgotten her for a paler face——who can never sée him without being told that he loves: her no longer, but has giyen his soul to another ?” iiet f ae a OF _”** Tam sorty for my sister, andem sorry'that Tam Way the cause of her trouble. I ‘wish Saloueh seen me.” “ The White Rose has said that perhaps her warrior is dead. It is very likely that he may have been killed in this war. If he is dead, she should try to forget him. Tellikee loves her, and there is not a braver or more handsome young man (OMA ne Cherokees. | “Tellikee hag a great soul.” , “J know it, and I think very highly of your brother, for he has been kind and true to me; theta not of my own Hiée, and he is not my Stafford. Let us’ speak of sometliing _ ian -acantes ot ¥ mt SNe ee oiling nother hdr a +s -s4tiad OF ft ~~ $ fs it the wind in tho trees that T-hear, or fvsome ‘ tf oak iieanet “Some one is coming! Let us hide, Moweoy oF Let h»/ él Ms puidis 1 no donee It is Tellikee who: somes L "The next moment the low doorway of the hut was ) Si by the tll form of 8 You warrior, who stooped as he ie . bending je =... - e _ vas see a