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"Why not, dear one?" he asked

Still the sun flickered on the pine-needles and still Molly hu into the eyes of theeach moment more deeply criainst such a ainst it"

Kut-le's mouth closed in the old way

"And still you shall marry me, Rhoda!"

"I am a white woreat!"

Kut-le turned abruptly and walked to the cañon edge, looking far out to the desert Rhoda, panting and half hysterical, watched him The moment which she had so dreaded had arrived, and she found herself, after all her planning, utterly unprepared toti away froer She ran to hi hand on his ar face to her and her heart failed her

"O Kut-le! Kut-le!" she cried "If you won't help ht for us to ht! That's all I know about it!"

Kut-le put both hands on her shoulders

"Look here, Rhoda What you call the 'right' instinct is just the remnant of the old man-made race hatred in you It's just a part of the old conceit of the Caucasian"

Rhoda stirred restlessly, but Kut-le held her firo s co who has loved who does not believe that love is the greatest thing that has been given to s in the world have been done for the love of woer than nations or races It's human, not white, or black, or yellow It's above all we can do to tarnish it with our little prejudices When it coirl's face and looked deeply into her eyes

"Rhoda, if it has coreatly to you as it has totoI believe that if in your sift that has coreatest force in nature"