The Translation of a Savage, Volume 1.

costume, but it seemed suitable to its wearer. Mr. Armour's agent was in a quandary. He had received no instructions regarding her dress. He felt, of course, that, as Mrs. Frank Armour, she s

w something ulterior in the matter, but it was not his province to interfere. An

and yet somewhat dazed thoughts of him,-she was too happy to be very active mentally, even if it had been the characteristic of her race,-she was not at first aware how much notice she excited, and how strange a figure she was in this staring city. When it did dawn upon her she shrank a little, but still was placid, preferring to sit with her hands folded in her lap, idly

ugh in the inflections of Saxon speech to catch the satire-almost involuntary-in the last two words. She remembered the words, ho

matter she kept to herself; even the solicitor at Montreal could not find out. She had her instructions clear in her mind; she was determined to carry them out to the letter-for which she was already well paid, and was like to be bett

y should have liberty with her. She was taking Lali to the home of General Armour, and that must be kept constantly before her mind. Therefore, from the day they set foot on the Aphrodite, she kept her place beside Mrs. Armour, sitting with her,-they walked very little,- and scarcely ever speaking, either to her or to the curious passengers. Presently the passengers became more inquisitive, and made many attempts at being friend

rld, by no means portionless, eighteen months before. Lambert knew Richard Armour well, and when, from Francis Armour's solicitor, with whom he was acquainted, he heard, just before they started, who the Indian girl was, he was greatly shocked and sorry. He guessed at once the motive, the madness, of this marriage. But he kept his information and his opinions mostly to himsel

rry for him and for his people than for Lali, the wife. She had the true instinct of womanhood, and she supposed that a heathen like this could have feelings to be hurt and a life to be wounded as herself or another. At least she saw what was possible in the future when this Indian girl came to understand her position-only to be accomplished by contact with the new life, so different from her past. Both she and Lambert decided that she was very fine-looking, not withstanding her costume. She was slim and well built, with modest bust and shapely feet and ankles. Her eyes were large, med

d try to approach the girl, make friends with her, and prepar

iled her best-and there were many who knew how attractive she could be at such a moment. There was a slight pause, in which Lali looked at her meditatively, earnestly, and then those beautiful wild fingers glided out, and caught her hand, and held it; but she spoke no word. She only looked inquiringly, seriously, at her new-found friend, and presently dropped the blanket away from her, and sat up firmly, as though she felt she

Townley's oft-repeated request, explained very briefly and unpicturesquely, she only looked incredulous or unconcerned. Yet the ship, its curious passengers, the dining saloon, the music, the sea, and all, had given her suggestions of what was to come. They had expected that at table she would be awkward and ignorant to a degree. But she had at times eaten at the

Lambert to Mrs. Townley, of whose judgment on short

ot lost it as a woman, any more than she had lost a soft little spontaneous laugh which was one of her unusual charms-for few

al! oh, General!' But it is all very shocking, you know," she added, in a lower voice. "Still I think they will receive her and do the best they can for her; because, you see,

e, Mrs. Townley?" Lambert

n,-and she should take the notion to fly her retirement, and appear inopportunely at some social function clo

nk-poor devil!" he said,

n this? What about this poor girl? Just think why he married her, if our suspicions are right,-and

ss as his pity for the girl increased. In fact, the day before they got to Liverpool he swore at Armou

h his newspaper, and hand to him afterwards those that were important. This morning Marion noticed a letter from Frank amongst the pile, and, without a word, pounced upon it. She was curious-as any woman would be-to see how he t

Being a little short-sighted, he was not near enough to see the handwriting. He did not speak yet. He watched. Presently, seeing her grow more excited, he touched her foot und

e hurriedly from the table, saying that she would return in a moment. Mrs. Armour, however, had been startled. She knew that Marion

n, com

letter from her fingers and hastily glanced over it. Mrs. Armour came forward and took

uriously, questioningly, through his glasses, hi

losophical. Besides, she was not married; and what Captain Vidall, her devoted admirer and possible husband, would think of this heathenish alliance was not a cheer ful thought to her. She choked d

right; that is, he is alive and well-in body. But he has ar

his mother faintly. "

a little vici

is father. "Well, what abo

s something dreadful- dreadful! He has marri

, "I don't know about her being horrible. Frank is silent on

d nigger!" cried General Armou

rs. Armour whispered faintly,

wo or three days," flutt

here the day after to-morrow," he said deliberately. "Frank is

tit-for-tat?" cried

-with the other fellow, and he is giving us one in return

iness, but we must put up with it. The boy was out of his head. We are old, now, my dear, but there was a time when we should have resented such a

he!" said his mother: "we me

rs take themselves very seriously indeed, and-well, here the thing is! Now, who will go

dian wife into their home. He intended that, so far as he was conce

ith her fingers and grunts! If she does, if she is brought to Greyhope, I will never show my face in the world again. Frank married the animal: why does he shi

e common squaw, with her blankets an

ce. No doubt he didn't come with her because he wished to test the family loyalty and hospitality; but a postscript to this letter says

do mad things when their blood is up, as I have seen often. That doesn't alter our clear

like a jockey,-like a common jockey, and she wears a blanket, and

these things are not sins, a

ignantly. "She cannot, she shall not come h

band's hand. She knew that he was right. She honoured him in her heart for the position he had taken,

ice when he got face to face with it, as Richard had here helped him to do. "We do not know that the woman has done any wrong," he said. "As for our name and posit

our, father, what is?

at misfortune, it will probably be a lifelong

Richard, backing up his father. "It is all pretty awkward, bu

r through her tears, "you

I spoke of amusement, I meant comedy merely, not fun-the thing that looks li

ngs. You have no family pride. If you had married a squaw, we shouldn't have been surprised. You could have camped in the grou

played when boys. He put his finger up, his unhandsome finger, and caught away some moisture from his eyes. He did not dare to let t

shoulders and the prematurely grey hair. Her heart smote her. She ran over, and impulsively put her hands on

er, she standing partly behind him, and raised it t

ght," he said; "it does

d what we have got to do

that i

ds of the potter whom we call Mercy-more often a stranger to the hearts of women than of men. At the other side of the room also the father and mother, tearless now, watched these two; and the mother saw her duty better and with less

her hands closed on Richard's