He had been driven back into the world.
It would have seemed less terrible to have
been driven into a desert. He walked
toward the great iron gates, seeing the
people and hearing the noises confusedly.

As he entered the space beyond the grat-
ing some one caught him by the arm. It
was a little middle-aged woman in plain
clothes, and with sad gray eyes.

"Is this David?" said she.

He did not speak, but his face answered
her.

"I knew you were coming to-day. I've
waited all these years, David. You didn't
think I believed what you said in that letter
did you? This way, David, -- this is the
way home."




Two Pioneers

IT was the year of the small-pox. The
Pawnees had died in their cold tepees
by the fifties, the soldiers lay dead in the