"Do not mourn for me, my friend! Come
into my teepee, and eat of my food."

It seemed to Antelope that he faltered for
a moment; then he entered the teepee. There
was a cheerful fire burning in the center. A
basin of broiled buffalo meat was placed oppo-
site the couch of Taluta, on the other side of
the fire. Its odor was delicious to him, yet
he hesitated to eat of it.

"Fear not, kechuwa (my darling)! It will
give you strength," said the voice.

The maid was natural as in life. Beautifully
attired, she sat up on her bed, and her de-
meanor was cheerful and kind.

The young man ate of the food in silence
and without looking at the spirit. "Ho, ke-
chuwa!" he said to her when returning the
dish, according to the custom of his people.

Silently the two sat for some minutes, while
the youth gazed into the burning embers.

"Be of good heart," said Taluta, at last,
"for you shall meet my twin spirit! She will
love you as I do, and you will love her as you
love me. This was our covenant before we