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was a deep heart-thrill of happiness. "Since my mother died I have been alone, all alone; and I longed, oh so often, for some one who talked and felt as she did to come to me, and now you have come. I sat cold and shivering in the night a long time, but the light and warmth have come at last. Truly, Allah is good!"
"Allah!"
"Yes; he was my mother s God, as the Great Spirit is my father s."
"They are both names for the same All Father," replied Cecil. "They mean the same thing, even as the sun is called by many names by many tribes, yet there is but the one sun."
"Then I am glad. It is good to learn that both prayed to the one God, though they did not know it. But my mother taught me to use the name of Allah, and not the other. And while my father and the tribes call me by my Indian name, Wallulah, she gave me another, a secret name, that I was never to forget."
"What is it?"
"I have never told it, but I will tell you, for you can understand."
And she gave him a singularly melodious name, of a character entirely different from any he had ever heard, but which he guessed to be Arabic or Hindu.
"It means, She who watches for the morning. My mother told me never to forget it, and to remem ber that I was not to let myself grow to be like the Indians, but to pray to Allah, and to watch and hope, and that sometime the morning would come and 1 would be saved from the things around me. And
