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"My kindness to her," said Mic-co, "was at first a discipline Her ranted me half her life I could not bear the touch of her hands or the look in her eyes for ar, at last I learned peace and forgiveness and forbearance, as ht her the ways of her white father I ue that those traders and hunters and naturalists who stray here ain leave the peace and quiet of this island hoar, must quiet that Voice forever!"

"Is that possible?" choked Tregar

"I think so," said Mic-co "I think we may some day send him home with the Voice quieted forever and the reh to bear it, I would have told hi emotion, "how I found him in the forest, when years back I came to know this secret I have tried so hard to keep for hi and lost my way in the forests of Gri his body wildly with a knife in an agony of rerief I have ever witnessed Before he well knehat he was about he had blurted forth the whole pitiful story--that he had killed his cousin in a e and torture his body to discipline his soul I--I shall not forget his face"

"Poor fellow!" said Mic-co "My poor cousin!"

They wheeled suddenly at a choking sound in the doorway Soh the fevered brain of the sick one, his body slashed cruelly in a dozen places He had torn down the buckskin curtain at hisand bound it about his body in the fashion of earlier ages How long he had stood there in the doorway they did not kno as they turned, he rushed forward and flung hireat heart-broken sob at the feet of his cousin

"Theodoar turned away fro