my treasures."
Cecil went with her, wondering if they would meet Multnomah at her lodge, and if so, what he would say. He felt that he was doing wrong, yet so sweet was it to be in her presence, so much did her beauty fill the mighty craving of his nature, that it was not possible for him to tear himself away.
Some fifteen minutes walk brought them to Wallu- lah s lodge. It was a large building, made of bark set upright against a frame-work of poles, and roofed with cedar boards, in its external appearance like all Willamette lodges. Several Indian girls, neatly dressed and of more than ordinary intelligence, were busied in various employments about the yard. They looked in surprise at the white man and their mis tress, but said nothing. The two entered the lodge. Cecil muttered an exclamation of amazement as he crossed the threshold.
The interior was a glow of color, a bower of rich ness. Silken tapestries draped and concealed the bark walls; the floor of trodden earth was covered with a superbly figured carpet. It was like the hall of some Asiatic palace. Cecil looked at Wallulah, and her eyes sparkled with merriment at his bewildered expression. "I knew you would be astonished," she cried. "Is not this as fair as anything in your own land? No, wait till I show you another room!"
She led the way to an inner apartment, drew back the tapestry that hung over the doorway, and bade him enter.
Never, not even at St. James or at Versailles, had he seen such magnificence. The rich many-hued products of Oriental looms covered the rough walls; the carpet was like a cushion; mirrors sparkling with
