The revulsion of her feelings brought tears to her eyes, and she said: "I wish you would go away, I don't like you." "Kiss me--den I go!" said he, stepping toward her.
"Keep away! keep away!" she screamed, retreating to the door and yet fearing to go out.
"Kiss me--tomahawk pappoose!" said the savage, placing his hand upon the weapon.
The young wife placed her hands over her face and sobbed aloud.

She did not hear the cat-like footsteps of the savage, as he approached.
His long arm was already stretched forth to clasp her, when the door was darkened, a form leaped into the room, and with the quickness of lightning, dealt the savage a tremendous blow that stretched him limp and lifeless upon the floor.
[Illustration: Dealt the savage a tremendous blow.] "Move a limb and I will kill you!" shouted the young missionary, his face all ablaze with passion.

"Cora, has he harmed you ?" "No, no, no, Harvey; have you not already killed him ?" "Pity that I haven't.

He is not fit to live." "Dear Harvey, you are carried away by your passion.

Do restrain yourself." Woman-like, the only emotion of Cora Richter was that of commiseration for the poor wretch that had been stricken down by the hand of her husband.