Ruth Fielding in the Great Northwest; Or, The Indian Girl Star of the Movies

n. Not that they believed Fenbrook would actually harm the Indian girl after he had cooled down. But it wa

icult part. She had had no experience in acting. Ruth knew that she must fit a part to Wonota, not the girl to a part. In other

ittle incident Aunt Alvirah had told about her ancestor who had crossed the Western plains in the earl

sician by saving a descendant of the physician from peril in the Indian country. This young man, the hero, is attracted by the Indian ma

ove the crime. Word of his peril comes to the Indian maid in her Western home. She knows and suspects the honesty of the timber men with whom the hero is connected in business. She discovers

on paper, Ruth's hours began to be very full. She was with Wonota as much as possible,

was about to return to her New York home. "Everybody falls for our Rut

ote," declared Helen. "Then w

t sounds terrible, Nell! One might

and the presidential chair?" Helen demanded, chuc

pted gravely, "and I think you girls talk alm

am glad I am going back to Aunt Kate. She is a spinster, I admit

ut that," said Tom

dmired them. But, joking aside, at this time when the whole world should be so grateful and so much in

as not lightness of heart that made people dance and act as though rattled-pated during the war. It was an attempt to hide that awful fear in their hearts. See how the peop

e subject of old maids-bless 'em! Give my love to your Aunt Kate, Jennie, and w

guess you will! You'll come right to the

tel. Our hours are always so uncertain when we shoot a pic

r did she propose to let the script of the picture out of her sight until copies could be made of it, and the continuity man had

the time. Wonota had to amuse herself; but that did not seem hard for the Indian girl to do. She was naturally of

less you looked at her," Aunt Alvirah confessed to

onota, s

of-doors. But my grandmother was the head woman of our tribe, and her beadwork and dyed porcupine-quill work was the finest you ever saw, Ruth Fieldi

the rifle she had used so successfully in the show. But her pony, West Wind, was stabled in the Red Mill barn. Indeed, Uncle Jabez had begun to hint that the animal was "eating

e got to telling me the other day how her folks ground grist in a stone pan, or the like, usi

ed. "Why, she told me that all her folks had was time, and they'd got to spend it somehow. They'd better be g

inarily intelligent, and she began to take a deep interest in t

. "How can I play that I am in love when I h

iring a nice young man

more for himself-that he was more of a-a brave. We Indians do not expect our men to be saved f

here if he allowed a girl to help him?" Ruth asked reflect

declared the Indian maid confidently. "But, of course, it

making, and she took Mr. Hammond into her confidence about it when she sent him the first draft of the story. Her whole idea of th

ums had hoped-oh, how fondly!-that they would hear that Tom Cameron was on his way home. But gradual

nstead of being on his way home, Captain Cameron had been sent even farther from th

ted river in the world. I have come to the conclusion, since seeing a good bit of Europe, that most of the scenery is over-rated and does not begin to compare with the natural beauties of America. So many foreigners come to our shores and talk about the beauty-spots of their own countrie

to hear from him. And now, as soon as she could, she sat down and replied to his com

d that news about the imprisoned performers of the Wild West Show might percolate thro

could claim such proud estate if Totantora could not?), the show by which he was employed had gone direct to Germany from England, an

Tom. "Get word if you can to the Chief of the Osage Indians and tel

nd. She is so sad, indeed, that I wonder if she is going to be able to register, for the scre