MUSIC--THE WARNING--PREPARATIONS FOR WINTER INTERRUPTED--THE WELCOME BOAT. Three months had passed, and during that time, Dr. DeWolf had entirely recovered his health. Prime Hawley was up and doing, following with renewed vigor his former pursuits; threats and entreaties had wrung from him a half-hearted confession, but, out of pity for his wife, the affair was hushed up, and he was saved from merited punishment. Bloody Jim had not been seen or heard of, and he alone carried the secret of Hank Glutter's criminal designs. Edward Sherman had become an almost daily visitor at Dr. DeWolf's, and while his friend Dr. Goodrich was establishing himself in his profession at Pendleton, he was gradually gaining a more certain hold, on the affections of Little Wolf. Our heroine was still, to all appearance, the same little bundle of contradictions that she had always been. "There, I'm always sure to do the very thing I say I will not do," she said to herself half pettishly, as she opened her piano with a jerk, and ran her fingers carelessly, over the keys, one fine October day. Very soon she was quite absorbed, in practicing a difficult piece of music, which her lover had, heretofore, recommended in vain. "O, Miss DeWolf, there's a squaw here that wants to see you," said Sorrel Top, bursting suddenly into the room. "O, she's begging, no doubt. Give her what she wants, Sorrel Top, I'm engaged just now," and Little Wolf went on with her music. "There, I told you so. I knowed Miss DeWolf wouldn't have nothing to do with squaws, or injins, nor nothing else that's low," exclaimed Sorrel Top, loud enough to be heard by her young mistress, who always made it a point to do the very thing it was expected she would not do. The dumpy little copper-colored creature, enveloped in an Indian blanket, before whom Sorrel Top had drawn herself up with a triumphant toss of the head, was just making a second plea, when Little Wolf made her appearance. "I want to hear music, do tell the lady I want to hear music," she said in very good English. "O, if that's what you want, come this way," said Little Wolf, leading on to the parlor. The Indian followed, pattering along in her soft moccasins, leaving Sorrel Top quite crest fallen. "Now here is where the music comes from," said Little Wolf, placing her hand upon the instrument, and following her piece of information with a lively air. "Now, how do you like that?" "It is very pretty; may I try to make music?" "Certainly," said Little Wolf, vacating her seat with infinite condescention. The maiden drew her blanket more closely around her, and made it fast. Her exceedingly small and finely formed hands were now at liberty, and, instead of the discordant notes which her auditor fully expected, a flood of harmonious sounds burst upon her ear. "What does this mean?" exclaimed Little Wolf in utter astonishment, when the strains had ceased.