“Segwuna brought the news of the failure of the plot to me to-night. I did not mention it because I wished to have the news confirmed and I did not wish to spoil Mollie’s party. “Now, dear Martha, what shall I do about the affair for Mollie’s sake?” “I would first be sure that the story of Segwuna is true. If it is true, I have no fears about what Mollie herself would say,” contended Mrs. Greydon in her practical way. “Mollie has not yet consented to marry Mr. Barclugh. She informed me so this morning. She promised Segwuna not to do so until her return.” “God bless Segwuna!” exclaimed Dr. Greydon. “Our daughter is safe from the disgrace of this affair.” “My advice, William,” argued Mrs. Greydon, “is to go to Mr. Barclugh and ask him if these statements are true. If he loves our daughter he will tell the truth. If he tells the truth and admits his guilt, on account of our daughter’s love for him we will save him from exposure.” “But how will our Mollie take this affair? I believe that she loves Mr. Barclugh,” asked Dr. Greydon. “There can be but one way for Mollie,” insisted her mother. “I will explain all to Mollie in the morning. You can see Segwuna and question her further and then we will have it decided in your office to-morrow morning.” “You are right, Martha,” concluded Dr. Greydon. “We must not continue this discussion longer to-night,” as he offered his arm to Mrs. Greydon, and conducted her to her apartments and fondly kissed her good-night. * * * * * The next morning Segwuna met Dr. Greydon in his office at nine o’clock. Dr. Greydon questioned the Indian maiden at length about the plot, and she told the story precisely as before. Mollie, with evidences of severe weeping and intense mental anguish written upon every line of her face, entered her father’s office with her mother. She at once ran to Segwuna and embraced her and said: “My Segwuna, you did all of this for me. How shall I ever repay you? How sorry I am for Mrs. Arnold. I might now have been placed in a similar position.” “My dearest Mollie,” began Dr. Greydon tenderly. “How do you feel about Mr. Barclugh’s proposal for my daughter’s hand?” “Father,” answered Mollie firmly, “I can never love the enemies of my country, especially those who fight her institutions by means of subterfuge and corruption. My love has been shocked. He knew my patriotism and he encouraged it; but he hoped to win me and bind me by the holy ties of marriage. My heart is broken. I can never consent, if he is an enemy. “But, father, do not expose him. It would cost him his life and I know he loves me. Spare his life for my sake.” These words settled the matter to the evident satisfaction of both Dr. Greydon and Segwuna. Mollie and her mother left the office for the other part of the house, and the Doctor and Segwuna took the carriage for Philadelphia and Roderick Barclugh’s office.