"I fear that I have wearied you, or is it the old pain again?" "It is true! it is true!" he said. "When I look back over the past achievements of my life they are of no profit when viewed in the light of eternity. The sun that has lighted our way, dear child, is going down in a cloud--a dark, dark cloud!" "Why is that, dear father? Have you not lived up to the family motto--_Mens conscia recti_? Have you not always followed the dictates of conscience?" "Yes," he replied. "Have you kept every command in the decalogue?" "Yes," he said, confidently. "And have you loved the Lord God with _all_ your mind and with _all_ your strength, and your neighbor as yourself? Have you always put God _first_ in everything?" Here the aged Chief hesitated. Tears were in his eyes, his hand trembled, a look of pain came into his face, as he replied: "No, Chrissy, I have not." "Then you have broken the first and greatest command of God," she said, "and St. Paul has said: 'Condemned is every one that continues not in _all_ things which are written in the book of the law to do them.' If dark clouds are overshadowing you, dear father, may it not be because you have broken the law of God and are under His condemnation?" "I had hoped for comfort from you," he said, coldly, "but you have made me miserably unhappy." "Wait," said Chrissy. "This is the comforting thing about it all. It says here in Galatians: 'Christ hath redeemed us from the condemnation of the law, having been condemned for us.' "Then if He paid the penalty of the faults and failures of my life, I suppose I should have no anxious thought about the future." "Quite so," said Chrissy. "I never saw it in that light before," he said. "Why did you not tell me this before, child?" "Because," she replied, "I feared that you would scoff at my 'Quakerism,' as the boys call it." In the few short weeks that followed, confidence and hope rose triumphant over physical weakness and mental depression, and on the second of June, 1839, the White Chief of the Ottawa passed through "the valley of the shadow." To him it was not a dark valley, however, for shadows cannot be seen in the dark. The Light of the World, whom he had lost sight of for the best part of his life, was there, and all was peace. THE END. End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The White Chief of the Ottawa, by Bertha Wright Carr-Harris