6 ACORN Looking at it, she thought she saw a group of young people skating. One of the crowd slipped and fell upon the ice. She was quickly raised to her feet by her partner, who was soon binding his handkerchief around the sprained wrist. How she remembered that scene and many others where Carl had shown tenderness for her. Her whole soul cried for him. "Why not send him one of your love tokens for Valentine Day?" asked Cupid mischievously. Her pride seemed to melt and after thinking some minutes she pressed the handkerchief to her lips deciding it should carry her message. Accordingly, she undid the hem, fringed it, and draped it beautifully about a square of cardboard, the four corners turning back in folds to the corners of the board. In the center she embroidered a red heart and the words "My heart's message," hoping it would reveal the true message of her heart. In one corner, almost hidden by the folds, lay the "C," to which she had added the letters o-m-e. It is needless to say that it was interpreted correctly. Cupid, of course, told it all, pressing back the fold that the word might be seen as Carl held the valentine in his hand. Smile D-You Smile!!! The Gym is coming. ACORN 7 Oanita "Hayo! what a lovely day; so clear," exclaimed Oanita from one corner of the lodge, where she sat stitching two large skins together. "Yes, but there is a great storm coming. See! the birds go south," and the mother stopped her chanting to listen to the carol of an evening songster. "My dream said that there would be a cold winter, the ice thick and the days dreary. They will be sad days, for there will be hunger, and hunger sickens the heart." "Cowards may freeze and starve, but we will not," rejoined the daughter as she hurried toward the thick grove on the south of the camp. Soon she returned walking carefully and holding something in her hands. "Mother, see this oriole. I found it on the bank of the creek. Its wing is broken so that it cannot fly." The mother did not pretend to notice. "Oanita," she said, "you are a strange girl. You care nothing about the people of the tribe. There are many braves who would make a home for you, still you care for nothing except birds and trees. Let me tell you my dream. I was by a swift and muddy river, which was treacherous and deep. On the opposite bank stood some one calling to me, but I did not answer. Then you came and whispered: 'Shall I go?' 'Wait,' I said. "The voice kept on calling: 'Come, Come.' Beyond the hill is the Happy Land. The trail is hard, but beyond is the Happy Land. "You started down the bank, stumbled, and fell. I cried for you to come back, but the angry water had carried you down its rugged channel. I heard some one laugh and when I looked up I saw Red Scar on the other side of the river." She took her daughter's hand: "Be careful, Oanita. I love you dearly and do not want to see you sick nor heart broken." The girl shuddered and crept closer to her mother. "Red Scar frightened me. He is so cruel and heartless." She would have continued, but she heard a sharp crack of breaking twigs in the nearby grove. The old woman grasped Oanita's arm firmly and looked toward the trees that fringed the creek. Presently her face grew firm and the lines hardened about her mouth. Someone, with his fiery eyes on Oanita, was crouching behind a clump of bushes. "Red Scar," Oanita whispered hoarsely, as she jerked a shining weapon from her belt and started toward the brush. "Come back," screamed the mother, but she went on heedlessly. "You coward," she hissed, facing Red Scar. "Why do you stand