these other treasures there were pictures--pictures of the things in
civilization, which Jan had never seen, and which were too wonderful
for him to comprehend at first. His eyes burned excitedly as he held
up a gaudily covered fashion paper to John Cummins.

"Theese are picture for Melisse!" he whispered tensely. "We teach her
--we show her--we mak her know about ceevilize people!"

Cummins replaced the books, one at a time, and each he held tenderly
for a moment, wiping and blowing away the dust gathered upon it. At
the last one of all, which was more ragged and worn than the others,
he gazed for a long time. It was a little Bible, his wife's Bible,
finger-worn, patched, pathetic in its poverty. The man gulped hard.

"She loved this, Jan," he said huskily. "She loved this worn, old book
more than anything else, and little Melisse must love it also. Melisse
must be a Christian."

"Ah, yes, ze leetle Melisse mus' love ze great God!" said Jan softly.

Cummins rose to his feet and stood for a moment looking at the
sleeping baby.

"A missionary is coming over from Fort Churchill to talk to our
trappers when they come in. She shall be baptized!"

Like a cat Jan was on his feet, his eyes flashing, his long, thin
fingers clenched, his body quivering with a terrible excitement.

"No--no--not baptize by missioner!" he cried. "She shall be good, an'