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ocher, “bere is something that will give me W. complexion, *xactly.” The father suw the possibility of such an object, but he monstrated against his daughter attempting it; but Nora obstinate as she was brave, and he was finally induced © give up to her disguising herself as the princess, snd enter ing the Indian village and try to liberate her friends and lover. In fact, this seemed the only chance for the prisoners. So a small tent was constructed of blankets and poles, and Nora and the princess entered. Nora then proposed to change dresses with the Indian girl, but she obstinately re fused. But by the presentation of her tiny revolver and 3 mild threat, Miss Wannamiah's obstinacy was overcome and the change was made. Nora then painted her face and neck, her dimpled, snowy bands and arms, and then emerged from the tent, and not until she bad spoken, could her father tell but that she was the princess, so complete was the disguise. “How do I look, father? Like a squaw ?” she asked, smiling. “Quite so, Nora; the disguise is perfect, so far as dress and color are concerned. Now if you can only carry out the deception.” “TI will try that, father ; you know I can speak the lan- guage quite fluently. But I must be off, forI want to enter the village about dusk.” Nora was assisted to the back of the princess’ pony, and then bidding her friends adieu, rode away. Her father watched until she had disappeared jn the dis. tance; then he turned away, muttering: “ Brave, noble and fearless girl.” Flora had rode on and on until the sun had gone down Finally the sound of children's voices and the barking of dogs announced her near approach to the village of Red Hund. When she reached the outskirts it was dark, but she saw enough to start the cold blood through her veins. The village was laid out something after the manner of our modern towns, There was a large, open space left for « square or council-ground, while around it hundreds of lodges were regularly arranged. In the center of the square Nors Ccommiclooolks.cGolin)