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12 RED PLUME. dropping stata from her» Ups, “that Kotselo loves’ his wife’) —- | “And that is true,” said the warrior. 9. “ He thinks; too, that his wife loves Kotselo better than she -joves himself” : | “That, also, is true, I believe.” rin _ “The chief knows that he is old and eat. a he dal that Kotselo is young and handsome, that the eyes of all the maidens are turned upon him, more than upon any ‘other warrior. : That is why he sets a watch pene us, why he is angry if we are together.” “The Fat Bear should have been sealed the Beittovitiie Dog,” angrily exclaimed the young man; “for he ‘has the heart of a dog, and he would. hide hid! wife in the ground, for fear that other eyes than his own should look upon her: It is true that we love each other, but we love as children, as we have always loved. »The Bear had better save ‘his spite for the enemies of the Blackfeet, than waste it upon us. » Be- cause he has the heart of a dog; does he think ‘his wife has not the heart of a woman? He knows that there is none braver than Kotselo—that not one ofthe young men has brought home so many scalps. He knows that I speak openly, and do not lie; why does he not tell’me ‘what is im ° his heart, instead of creeping like a snake to sting me?. He has tried to keep me from the council, to shut me from the dance that was held over the scalps of enemies who had been slain by me. He shall do it no more; he must not provoke me too far; for the heart of Kotselo is true, but his anger is hot and quick. We will:walk as we choose, my Star-in-the- grass, and will talk as we used to ‘talk, and will love each each ‘other as we have loved, and the Fat. eae may growl as: he pleases.” “ You must not speak so,’ pat La-la, in a a trembling voice. “J must go to my lodge, for—” She trembled ‘still- more, and covered her face with her hands, as the couple: were greeted with an eldritch shriek, half-yell and half-laughter, and a decrepit old hag, with a savage grin on her ugly features, stepped out from behind the trunk of a cottonwood, and stood before them. “Hal ha!’ she exclaimed. “ Did you think that Nip: comliiclbooks.com