[Sidenote: Not so Foolish after all!]
"After all, Mary," she said, when at last she was saying goodbye, "your
happiness has come to you as a direct result of your kindness to Ethel
Forrest in stepping aside for her to have that appointment. You were
therefore not so foolish after all."
Mary laughed joyously. "I never thought I was," she said. "There's an
old-fashioned saying, you know, that 'it is more blessed to give than to
receive.'"
[Sidenote: How a plucky girl averted a terrible danger from marauding
Redskins.]
A Race for Life
BY
LUCIE E. JACKSON
The McArthurs were fortunate people. Everybody said that Mr. McArthur
must have been born with the proverbial silver spoon in his mouth, for
though he had come to Tulaska with barely a red cent in his pocket,
everything he attempted succeeded. His land increased, his cattle
increased, his home grew in proportion to his land, his wife was a
perfect manager, and his only child was noted for her beauty and daring.
A tall, graceful girl was Rosalind McArthur, with her mother's fine skin
and Irish blue eyes, her father's strength of mind and fearless bearing.
At nineteen years of age she could ride as straight as any man, could
paddle her canoe as swiftly as any Indian, and could shoot as well as
any settler in the land.
Added to all this, McArthur was a good neighbour, a kind friend, a
genial companion, and a succourer of those in need of help.
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