d my land."
She looked at him in anguish, with dim eyes, and her arms slipped from around his neck.
"Do you no longer love Wallulah? Something tells me that you would not wish to fly with me, even if we could escape. There is something you have not told me."
Clasping her closely to him, he told her how he felt it was the will of God that they must part. God had sent him on a sacred mission, and he dared not turn aside. Either her love or the redemption of the tribes of the Wauna must be given up; and for their sake love must be sacrificed.
"To-day God took away the words from my lips and the spirit from my heart. My soul was lead. I felt like one accursed. Then it came to me that it was because I turned aside from my mission to love you. We must part. Our ways diverge. I must walk my own pathway alone wheresoever it leads me. God commands, and I must obey."
The old rapt look came back, the old set, deter mined expression which showed that that delicate organization could grow as strong as granite in its power to endure.
Wallulah shrank away from him, and strove to free herself from his embrace.
"Let me go," she said, in a low, stifled tone. "Oh, if I could only die!"
But he held her close, almost crushing the delicate form against his breast. She felt his heart beat deep ly and painfully against her own, and in some way it came to her that every throb was agony, that he was in the extremity of mental and physical suffering.
"God help me!" he said; " how can I give you up? "
