BY MOZART. ARR. BY CARL ERICH. Published by the permission of Arthur P. Schmidt. Copyright, 1880, by Carl Pruefer.] After the minuet, Lafayette and Governor Coles received the towns-people, and among the first to be presented to the marquis was Mary Panisciowa. She bowed modestly, and told him her simple tale. The marquis listened at first with courtly interest, then with profound emotion. She drew from her bosom the letter that he had written to her father, the chief. His own writing brought before him the scenes of almost a half-century gone, the struggle for liberty in the new land to which he had given his young soul. He remembered the old chief, and the forest scenes of those heroic years; Washington, and the generals he had loved, most of whom were gone, arose again. His heart filled with emotion, and he said: "Nothing in my visit here has affected me so much as this. I thank you for seeking me. I welcome you with all my heart. Let me spend as much time as I may in your company. Your father was a hero, and your presence fills my heart with no common pleasure and delight. Stay with me." The marquis welcomed Waubeno cordially, and expressed his pleasure at meeting him here. At the romantic festival no people were more warmly met than the chief's daughter and her escort. "The French have always been true to the Indians," said Waubeno, on leaving the general, "and the Indians have been as true to the French." "Never did rulers have better subjects," said the general. "Never did subjects have better rulers," said Waubeno, almost repeating the scene of Dick Whittington, thrice Lord Mayor of London, by virtue of his wonderful cat, to King Henry. The Indians withdrew amid the gay strains of national music, the stately minuet haunting Waubeno and ringing in his ears. He tried to hum the rhythms of the beautiful air of the courts. Jasper saw how the music had affected him, and that he was happy and susceptible, and said: "Waubeno, you have met a man to-night who would forget his own position and pleasure to do honor to the Indian girl." "Yes, I am sure of that." "You are your best self to-night--in your best mood; the music has awakened your better soul. You remember your promise?" "Yes, but, Brother Jasper--" "What, Waubeno?" "Lafayette is a _Frenchman_, and--a gentleman. The Indians and French do not spill each other's blood. Why?" CHAPTER XIV. WAUBENO AND YOUNG LINCOLN. One leafy afternoon in May, Jasper and Waubeno came to Aunt Olive's, at Pigeon Creek. Southern Indiana is a glory of sunshine and flowers at this season of the year, and their journey had been a very pleasant one. They had met emigrants on the Ohio, and had seen the white sail of the prairie schooner in all of the forest ways.