"She too young," said Princess Julia, her mother. " She fifteen summer."
"I want to stay with my mother," sobbed Sarah Julia.
"Who want to marry you, my child?" inquired Mrs. Douglas, slipping her arm around the sobbing girl.
"Monsieur McKinley. He say he leave the service I do not."
"He can wait," suggested Mrs. Douglas.
"No, he will go with my father."
"And where is your father going? "
"To Canada when the brigade go."
Mrs. Douglas understood. Lifting the tear-stained face, she said: "My dear, your father do not like to undertake a journey and leave you unsettled. If anything should happen to him, what would become of you? Mr. McKinley may be chief factor some day. Haw you seen him much?"
"Every day every evening at Fort St. Jame my father taught me," came between the sobs. " When he gone Mons. McKinley taught me till I read and write. We have read books together."
"And do you care for him? "
"Ye- s," Sarah Julia admitted, still tearful, "but how can I leave so good a mother?"
And she had a good mother. Princess Julia made the fortune of Peter Skeen Ogden. Long ago he went into the Flathead country and was drawn into a quarrel. The chief sent for him. "What! "cried the impulsive Ogden. "Do you demand my life for a paltry pony? " Ripping open his shirt and pointing to his breast "Do you think you sent for an old woman? Fire! "
"The Flathead never killed a white man," calmly answered the Indian chief.
A council was in session; in the council sat the chief's
