Mr.Clarke, will you say something appropriate ?" asked Col.

Zane.
Rising, Clarke said: "I would be glad to speak fittingly on this occasion, but I do not think I can do it justice.

I believe as Col.
Zane does, that this Indian Princess is the first link in that chain of peace which will some day unite the red men and the white men.
Instead of the White Crane she should be called the White Dove.
Gentlemen, rise and drink to her long life and happiness." The toast was drunk.

Then Clarke refilled his cup and holding it high over his head he looked at Betty.
"Gentlemen, to the maid-of-honor.

Miss Zane, your health, your happiness, in this good old wine." "I thank you," murmured Betty with downcast eyes.