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TEE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE
deatli-chant which an Indian sonnds as his spirit is taking flight.
' ' Star— light ! Star— light ! ' '
Calling again and again the loved name, he urged forward his tiring pony, and at last arrived at the little clearing.
Starlight was there. And she was yet alive. His ride had not been in vain. By the side of her father's burial-place she was chanting the song that was to take her spirit, as she thought, to join that of her husband. But the death-chant remained unfinished. She heard the snapping of twigs and branches, heard the thud of hoofs on the dry sod, heard a rider dismount.
Then she looked up. Could she believe the sight that met her gaze"/ Was she dreaming, or was it a vision on the borderland between this world
and the Happy Hunting Ground? Another moment and all doubt was dispelled.
' ' Starlight— Starlight, darling ! ' '
She heard the tender words breathed in her ear, felt strong arms encircle her.
The dark face nestled close to Stuart's breast for a moment, and a sob came from her lips. So quickly had great joy followed great sorrow that her emotions were confusing.
Then, slowly and steadily, she unfolded herself from her husband's embrace, rose to her knees, and, looking upward, raised her hands far above her head.
"Great Spirit, 0 Great Spirit, me so happy ! ' '
Then her hands slowly fell, till they encircled her husband's neck, and she gazed lovingly into his eyes.
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