An Apache Princess

Then came sudden silence, as springing to the sandy ground, the singer

reached the Wrens' veranda and saw the dim form of Mr. Blakely,

standing silently confronting a still dimmer form, faintly visible at

the side window against the soft, tempered light of the hanging lamp

in the hall.

"Who was the creature?" I repeat, were the strange words, in Miss

Wren's most telling tone, that brought Kate Sanders to a halt,

startled, silent.

Then Blakely answered: "Some day I shall tell Miss Angela, madam, but

never--you. Good-night."