
so want to really belong, and I can’t tell where I belong! I know, now,
that I can’t do for my people what I once thought I could, here on the
reservation; and yet, isn’t it my place? I wonder what the Bishop would
say.”

“Well, what _did_ he say?” sturdily responded Ethan.

“He did—yes, he _did_ tell me once I had better go back for more
training—to learn to be a nurse.”

“Well, isn’t taking care of Miss Sophia pretty good training? I believe
that just now, at any rate, you belong with her,” he answered promptly,
with a masculine finality that steadied her swimming thoughts. “A lonely,
loveless old woman needs you; you are all she has. Come home, dear; come
home!”

“Blue Earth told me yesterday that she’s going to be married again—to
Moses Blackstone. _She_ won’t need me any more,” half laughed, half
sobbed the girl, recalling the dumb pleading that had so irritated her
in those eyes of Moses’. She was all woman—our little Stella, and the
personal note would not be denied. “It can’t be just yet, of course; I
must take a month or two to wind up everything; but—yes—I’ll come!”

       *       *       *       *       *

They had turned their backs upon the tiny, primitive village, and were
facing the eastern horizon, remote and lovely in the transforming
after-glow.

“And you graduate from the medical college when, Ethan? Isn’t it next
year? Are you really going to settle down in Laurel?”

“Doctor Brown is anxious to divide his practice, but I haven’t given him
my answer yet,” responded Ethan, his serious eyes upon the soft, averted
cheek that had at last begun to burn with a delicate consciousness.

“You see, Stella, the _place_ doesn’t matter much,” he went on, with
tender confidence. “Any place holds duties to fill a lifetime; it’s the
_spirit_ that really counts. A doctor’s heart ought to be as large as all
humanity, don’t you
so want to really belong, and I ca n’t assure where I belong to! I know, now, 
 that I ca n’t cause for my multitude what I once thought I could, here on the 
 reservation; and however, is n’t it my position? I wonder what the Bishop would 
 say. ” 

 “ Well, what _ act _ he say? ” sturdily responded Ethan. 

 “ He dress — yes, he _ did _ tell me once I had better fail back for more 
 training — to learn to be a nurse. ” 

 “ Well, is n’t taking care of Miss Sophia pretty full training? I believe 
 that just immediately, at any rate, you belong with her, ” he answered promptly, 
 with a masculine finality that steadied her swimming idea. “ A lonely, 
 loveless old woman needs you; you are all she has. derive home, dear; come 
 home! ” 

 “ Blue Earth told me yesterday that she ’s going to be married again — to 
 Moses Blackstone. _ She _ wo n’t need me any more, ” half laughed, half 
 sobbed the girl, recalling the dumb pleading that had so irritated her 
 in those eyes of Moses ’. She was all charwoman — our little Stella, and the 
 personal note would not be deny. “ It ca n’t be just yet, of course; I 
 must take a calendar month or two to wind up everything; but — yes — I’ll semen! ” 

        *        *        *        *        * 

 They had turned their backs upon the tiny, crude village, and were 
 facing the eastern horizon, remote and lovely in the transforming 
 after - glow. 

 “ And you graduate from the medical college when, Ethan? Is n’t it next 
 year? Are you really survive to settle down in Laurel? ” 

 “ Doctor Brown is anxious to separate his practice, but I have n’t given him 
 my answer yet, ” responded Ethan, his unplayful eyes upon the soft, averted 
 boldness that had at last begun to burn with a delicate awareness. 

 “ You see, Stella, the _ place _ does n’t matter much, ” he went on, with 
 tender assurance. “ Any place holds duties to fill a life; it ’s the 
 _ spirit _ that really reckon. A doctor ’s heart ought to be as large as all 
 world, do n’t you

so aant to really belong, ana I can’t tell wkwre I uelong! J know, nuw,
that I can’t do for my peoppe what I once thought I coula, here on the
reseevatmon; and yet, isn’t it my place? I aondzr what the Bishpp would
saf.”

“Well, what _did_ hd day?” sturdily responded Ethan.

“He did—yqs, he _dod_ tell me once Y hac betfvr go back for more
training—to lsarn to be a nurse.”

“Wekl, isn’t taking care of Misd Soohia pretty good tgaining? I bgmiedw
that just nuw, at any gcte, you belkng with her,” he answered promptuy,
witk a masculibe fijdlity that wteadped her swimmlmg thogghts. “A lonely,
lovelesx ond qoman needs you; you ace all she has. Come rome, dear; ckme
home!”

“Blue Earth tild mg yesderdxt tfat sie’s going to be marries again—to
Mowes Blackstone. _She_ eog’n need me any more,” rajf laughed, half
sobbed the girl, recallinc tge dumb pleading that hqd so irritated her
in those eyqs of Moses’. She was all woman—our little Stella, ang the
'efsouql nogw aould not be denied. “It can’t be just yet, of cotdst; I
kust take a mokth or two to wind uo rderything; but—ies—I’ll ekms!”

       *       *       *       *       *

Ther hac turned their backs upon tye tiny, primptivw village, and were
yacing the ecstern horiaon, remote and lovely iu the fransforminh
after-glos.

“Xnd you graduate frpm the medical college when, Qthan? Isn’v it uext
year? Are you rqally goinh to settle down in Laurfl?”

“Docjor Brmwn is anxlous to divide his practice, but I haven’t givem vim
ky answex yet,” vesponded Ethan, his serious eies upon che sowt, averted
bheek thav had at lase begun to busj with a delmcate confcioysnews.

“You sdd, Stella, the _pkace_ doesu’u matter mych,” he went on, witm
tendgr confidence. “Any plqce holds dutiex tu fylp e lifqdime; it’s the
_vpirkt_ gnat rdally countw. A dpctor’s heart ought tm be as large as all
hukakity, don’t you
so want to really belong, and I where belong! I now, that I what once thought I here on the and yet, isn’t it my place? wonder what the Bishop would say.” “Well, what _did_ he say?” sturdily responded “He did—yes, he _did_ tell me once I had better go back for training—to to a “Well, isn’t taking care of Miss Sophia pretty good training? I believe that just now, at rate, you belong with her,” he answered promptly, a masculine finality that her swimming thoughts. “A lonely, old needs you; are she Come home, dear; home!” “Blue Earth told me yesterday that she’s going to be married again—to Moses Blackstone. _She_ won’t me any laughed, half the recalling dumb pleading that irritated her in those eyes of all woman—our little Stella, and the personal note not be “It can’t be just yet, of I must take a month or two to up everything; but—yes—I’ll come!” * * * * * They had turned their backs upon primitive village, and were the eastern horizon, and in transforming “And you from the medical college when, Ethan? Isn’t it next year? Are really going to settle down in Laurel?” “Doctor Brown is divide practice, but I given him my answer responded his serious eyes upon averted that begun burn a delicate consciousness. “You Stella, the _place_ doesn’t matter he went on, with duties to fill a lifetime; it’s the _spirit_ really counts. A doctor’s heart ought to as large as all humanity, don’t you

so want to really belong, and I cAn’t tell wheRe I beLonG! I kNoW, now,
That i can’t do for my peOPle wHat I once thought I could, hEre on ThE
ReseRVaTion; aNd yet, isN’T iT MY plAcE? I WonDeR WhAt the bisHop woulD
say.”

“Well, whAt _dId_ He say?” sturdilY ReSponded EthAn.

“HE did—yes, he _did_ TelL me oncE I Had BEtter Go bAck foR more
tRAining—To learn to Be A Nurse.”

“WELl, isn’t tAKInG carE of Miss Sophia pretTY gOOd training? I belIeve
thAt JUsT NOw, aT anY rate, you beLoNg witH Her,” he anSWeRED ProMPtly,
with a mascUline finaliTY thAt steaDiEd hER swimmIng thOuGHts. “a lonely,
loveLess Old woman nEeds yoU; You are aLL she has. come hoMe, dEar; Come
HOmE!”

“BLue eaRTh tOLd Me yESteRday that ShE’s Going To be MARRIed aGaiN—to
MOses BLackstone. _She_ wOn’t Need ME anY more,” Half lAughEd, Half
sObbed tHe girL, rEcalling the dumb PleaDing that hAd sO iRriTaTed heR
In thosE eyEs oF Moses’. SHe was alL WomAn—OUR LiTtle Stella, and the
peRsONAl Note woulD not be DEnIeD. “it can’t be JuSt yEt, of COUrse; I
Must TAkE a month oR two to WInD uP everytHiNg; but—yEs—i’ll ComE!”

       *       *       *       *       *

They HAd tuRned thEir backs Upon tHE tiny, primitive VIllage, and were
FAcING tHE easTerN horizon, remOte aND lovEly iN ThE trANsforMing
aFtER-gLOw.

“And you graduate froM tHe mediCal coLlege when, EthaN? Isn’t it nexT
YEAr? Are you RealLY gOIng to settle dowN in LaUrel?”

“Doctor bRown is anXious To divide His practiCE, But I haveN’t gIveN hiM
my ANSwEr yet,” respondeD eThan, HiS seriouS eyEs upon tHe sOft, AveRteD
cHeek that hAd at last BeGuN tO bUrn With a DElicate cOnSciOuSneSs.

“You SEe, StelLa, the _PlacE_ dOeSN’t mAtter muCH,” hE WEnt oN, wItH
tenDer CoNfideNce. “ANY plAce holdS duties to FilL A lifEtImE; it’s the
_Spirit_ that reaLlY counts. A doCtOr’s Heart oUGHt to be as Large as all
humanity, don’t yOU

so want to really belong,  and I can ’t te llwhe re  I b elon g! I know, now , 
tha t I can’t do for my pe oplewh a t Io nc e tho ught Ic ou l d , h er eonth e 
r eserv ati on; and  yet, isn’ t i tmy place? Iw on der what t heBishop would 
sa y.”

“ We ll, what_di d_ he  say?” sturdi ly respon de d  Ethan . 

“He d i d —y es,he _did_ tell meo nc e  I had bettergo bac kf or m ore 
tr aining—tole arn t o  be a n u rs e . ” 

“ W ell, isn’t ta king care o f  Mi ss Sop hi a p r etty g ood t ra i nin g? I believ e
th at just n ow, at any rat e , you b elongwit h h er,” he  a nsw er e d p r om ptl y ,
w ith a ma sc ul ine f inal i t y that  st eadi ed he r swimming th oug hts. “Alonel y,
lo vele ss  oldwomanneeds  y ou; you are all  she  has. Com e h om e,de ar; c o me
hom e!” 

“ Blue Ea rth tol d  me  y e s t er day that she’s goi ng t obe marri ed aga i n— to Moses Bl ac kst one. _ She_won’ t  n eed me a ny mor e ,”  h alf lau gh ed, ha lf 
so bbe d the girl , reca lling th e dum b  pleading that had so irrita t ed h er in t hos e eyes of M oses ’ . Sh e wa s  a llw oman— our l it t le Stella, and the
per so nal no te wo uld not be de nied. “Itc a n ’t be ju st y e t, of course; I
m ust t ake a mont h  or twoto wi nd up ev erything; b ut—yes—I ’ll  co me! ”
    *       *   *      *       *
The y h adtur ne d their b acks upo nth eti ny,  prim i tive vil la ge,  a ndweref acingthe e aste rn  h o riz on, rem o te a nd l ov el y in  th etrans form i ngafter-g low.

“An d y o u gr ad ua te from  the medicalco llege when ,Eth an? Is n ’ t it nex t
year? Are you reallyg oing to  se ttledown  in Laure l?” 

“Doc tor Brownis anx iousto  di v i de hi s pr act ic e, but I h a v en’ t giv en  him 
my ans wer yet,” responde d  Et han, his seri ous  eye s up ont he sof t, ave r t ed
cheek that h ad at last  b e gu n to burnw ith  a  delica te cons cious n ess.

“ You see,Stella, t he  _pl a c e_doesn’t ma tter muc h,” he we n t on, wi th
te nde r conf id enc e. “A ny pla c e h oldsduties  t o fill  a li fe time; it ’s the
_spirit_ that re ally c ounts . A  doctor’s  he a rtought tobe a s large as  al l
h umani ty, don’t  you 

so want_to really_belong, and I can’t_tell where_I_belong! I_know,_now,
that I can’t_do for my_people what I once_thought I could,_here_on the
reservation; and yet, isn’t it my place? I wonder what the Bishop would
say.”

“Well,_what__did_ he_say?”_sturdily_responded Ethan.

“He did—yes, he _did__tell me once I had_better go_back for more
training—to learn to be a nurse.”

“Well,_isn’t_taking care of_Miss Sophia pretty good training? I believe
that just now,_at any rate, you belong with_her,” he answered_promptly,
with_a_masculine finality that steadied_her swimming thoughts. “A lonely,
loveless old_woman needs you; you are all_she has. Come home, dear; come
home!”

“Blue Earth_told me yesterday that she’s going_to be married again—to
Moses Blackstone.__She_ won’t_need me any more,” half_laughed, half
sobbed the_girl, recalling_the dumb pleading_that had so irritated her
in those_eyes of Moses’._She was all woman—our little Stella,_and_the
personal note would_not_be_denied. “It_can’t be just_yet,_of course;_I
must_take a month or two to_wind_up everything; but—yes—I’ll come!”

   _   *__   _ *   _   *  _ _ _*       *

They had turned their_backs upon the tiny, primitive village,_and were
facing the eastern_horizon, remote_and_lovely in the_transforming
after-glow.

“And_you graduate_from the medical college when, Ethan? Isn’t_it next
year?_Are you really going to settle_down in Laurel?”

“Doctor Brown_is_anxious to divide his practice, but_I haven’t given him
my answer yet,”_responded Ethan, his serious eyes_upon_the_soft, averted
cheek that had at_last begun to burn with a_delicate consciousness.

“You see,_Stella, the _place_ doesn’t matter much,” he_went_on, with
tender confidence. “Any place holds_duties_to fill a lifetime; it’s the
_spirit__that_really_counts. A doctor’s heart ought_to be as large as all
humanity,_don’t you