To the older emigres the clock of time seemed to have stopped in the year 1792, and they remained for ever with the loves and the hatreds of that era fixed indelibly upon their souls.

She has one son left, but he loves the white man's fire-water; he has forgotten his aged mothershe has no one to bring her foodthe young men laugh at her, and tell her to kill game for herself.

She loves and is going to marry "Iron Lightning," who has gone to bring herwhat?

Had she been attentive to what is passing around her, she would not have kept her seat, for "Shining Iron," the son of Good Road's second wife, approaches her; and she loves him too little to talk with him when it can be avoided.

Red Cloud is a great warrior, why should he be sad because Wenona loves him not?

But a young girl who had been sitting with them, and listening to the conversation, rose to go out; and as she passed Sacred Wind, she whispered in her ear, "Tell her why you will not marry the Bear; tell her that Sacred Wind loves her cousin; and that last night she promised him she never would marry any one but him.

"What," said she, "does a Dahcotah warrior still love a woman who hates him?" "Mocassin Flower loves me well," replied the Dahcotah; "she has been a good wife.

the wife of the white man is happy, for her husband loves her alone.

Listen not to the warrior who says he loves."

She loves me.

The ipecacuanha contrivance convinces me that she loves me.

From what I have said, thou wilt see, that I approve of my beloved's exception to public loves.

But seest thou not how right I was in my endeavour to persuade my fair- one to allow her uncle's friend to think us married; especially as he came prepared to believe it; and as her uncle hoped it was so?But nothing on earth is so perverse as a woman, when she is set upon carrying a point, and has a meek man, or one who loves his peace, to deal with.

I know that thou art nice in thy loves.

[power loves to be trusted, Jack;] I think I would put an end to all her trials, and pay her my vows at the altar.

She loves me not well enough to forgive me generously.

'Miss Lardner kept this to herself some days, not knowing what to do; for she loves you, and admires you of all women.

Then the horrid wretch loves you (as well he may) above all women.

"You've busted the heart of the friend that follered you; you've busted the heart of the girl that loves you.

I remember those words of yours, 'I know he loves you.'

You are sure that he loves me?

I do think he loves her very dearly, and somehow we are all beginning to think better of him.

I wonder whom she loves; but she would say no more, and has had a long face all day.

" "Not hard," said she, "if I see the right oneandandhe loves me also.

Somehow we kept drifting into fateful moments when a word even might have changed all that has beenour life way, the skies above us, the friends we have known, our loves, our very souls.