8 ACORN there listening? Why do you sneak like a fox? You are a white squaw, a papoose." The scar on the face of the old warrior reddened. His black eyes shot fire. With a quick movement he snatched the pistol from her grasp and harmlessly discharged it into the air. With a vengeful laugh he caught her by the throat and proceeded to strangle the life out of her. She tried to resist, but she felt herself growing weaker under the awful strain. There was a slight movement near by, but neither heard it. One was too exultant in his triumph and the other deaf to all such outward noises. Red Scar startled as the muzzle of a revolver was pushed in his face. "Let loose of her or I will shoot." A tall muscular warrior stood before him with a fierce, determined look in his usually calm eyes. With an exclamation of hatred, Red Scar released his hold and stepped back, leaving the girl gasping for breath. Fleetfoot caught her limp form in his arms and carried her to the lodge. Mechanically, the old squaw arose to open the door as she saw the young warrior approaching with her daughter. "Shot?" she asked, almost afraid to look at her for fear the sight would be too awful. Fleetfoot looked up, "No, choked by the dog." It did not take long to revive her for the practical hand of the old squaw knew just where to rub to relieve the pain, and just how to apply the cold water to the fevered neck. Fleetfoot stood in the doorway, a motionless figure, watching the silent form before him. He wanted to pick her up and carry her to his own lodge, to keep her there for ever. His heart beat in quick jerks, sending the boiling blood to his very finger tips as he battled with himself to master this impulse. Oanita began to move and the mother beckoned for Fleetfoot to come. As he knelt beside the pile of skins that served as a bed, the old squaw silently placed the hand of her daughter into that of the young warrior and left them alone. The moon came up over the mountains and flooded the rippling water and leafy trees with silver. For an instant he peeped into the wigwam, where the happy pair sat, but as if half ashamed, he hid his face behind a fleecy cloud. He surely was intruding, for Fleetfoot was telling Oanita something that no one else had any right to hear. ACORN 9 On the afternoon of February 11, 1913, the Dix-Logan post of the Grand Army of the Republic marched to the Weber Academy in a body and met the students and their friends in the assembly hall. The occasion was no surprise to the students, who had anticipated the event for nearly a year. Last year, when the G. A. R. veterans visited us and the Third Iowa Cavalry presented the school with a large United States silk flag, Colonel Tatlock promised us, in behalf of the Dix-Logan post, that on February 12, 1913, we would receive a bronze tablet upon which would be inscribed part of Lincoln's Gettysburg speech, if the gift would be acceptable. The proposition was accepted with enthusiasm and everyone has been waiting for the expected day to come and wondering what the tablet would be like. All of the mental pictures were set aside and new ones formed when the beautiful article was unveiled before the applauding crowd. The tablet was more beautiful than the untrained mind could imagine. Colonel Tatlock made the presentation and a very impressibe program was held in commemoration of the great Lincoln. A most pleasing number of the program was the solo, "A Flag Without One Stain," rendered by Mrs. Plumber. We greatly appreciate the gift of the aged veterans and know that they will never regret such noble work. We also wish to thank Mr. Strevell, our new friend from Salt Lake City, who, by bearing the financial end, made the presentation possible. We regret that we were unable to secure a cut of the tablet for this issue, but one will appear in the next paper. The program was: Piano solo Iree Hadley Invocation David McKay Song W. A. Choir Welcome C. F. Middleton Address Comrade Wardleigh Witicismss of Lincoln Peter Kasius Quartet Taggart Bros, and Jones Presentation of Tablet Colonel Tatlock Abraham Lincoln Lenard Anderson Acceptance W. W. Henderson Solo Mrs. Plumber Selection W. A. Orchestra Benediction David McKay