the daily avalanche of letters; the battery of Visitors; the quick-fire of telegrams.

A tale of French-Indian life by Jessie Hogg may here be told to show the relations that existed on the Island between the two races long ago. “ Belle Marie ” was a pretty Indian maiden who had received that name from the French people living near the native Village. She was much loved by her father, the chief of the tribe. She had been trained by him in Indian arts and was a surer shot with the arrow than even he. One of the French officers took great interest in her as a child, and told her of the Old \Norld and its wonders. \Vithout knowing it she taught him the lesson of love. Being much older than she, he was able to keep his feelings a secret. For some reason she gradually changed. and her former girlish manner became more demure and maidenly, her eyes became softer and acquired a new light, and she came less frequently to hear the tales she loved so well.

A jealous lover of her tribe had told her the officer was only amusing himself for want of companionship with his own people.

One day the now lonely Frenchman found her in a little rocky nook on the shore. The sky was clear, and the incoming tide was gently drawing near unheeded by the maiden, whose thoughts were far away as she gazed over the water intently, unconscious of the earnest gaze bent on her.

“Belle Marie l” he said softly.

She started, and a wave of color told a tale that surely anyone could have read. Until then her sole lessons had been learned from the songs of the birds, the winds sighing through the trees, the perfume of the flow ers, and the murmuring of the. \\ aters as they beat upon the shore.

”Mon Maitre!’ ’ she replied, as she rose suddenly, pale and startled.

“Where have you been, ma belle?" he asked.

”In the woods; on the shore; with my people,” was the disjointed reply, as she looked down at the sand beneath her feet.

“You have not been to see me for so long—I have missed you very much. Why did you stay away?” He came near.

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