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 face which had beamed on her captivity, while the face of her brother was almost as that of a stranger. But the young man was much moved now that he saw her safe in the arms of her friends, svon to be fully restored to those who had, for nearly a year, mourned for her more deeply than they might have sorrowed for the dead. He felt that a vast distance was opening between them; that, perhaps, after to-day, he must not expect to see her more. And the past helplessness of her condition, a little, lone, white girl, stolen from her pleasant home and set among savages in a wilderness, had, from the first, drawn him strangely toward her. For him, in a sense, she suffered her hardships and wrongs. His father would not have laid a hand upon her had he not coveted for his son by a white woman, a partner from the same race. Thus, while he rejoiced over Nattie's restoration to her own people, he could scarcely help sorrowing for himself. Some thing of this showed in his eyes while he gazed