She handed him a card, which he took mechanically.

“Good by.”

The sail was hoisted, and the boat shoved off.  As the fresh morning breeze caught the white canvas it seemed to bow a parting salutation.  There was a rosy flash of promise on the water, and as the light craft darted forward toward the ascending sun, it seemed for a moment uplifted in its glory.

Miss Portfire kept her word.  If thoughtful care and intelligent kindness could regenerate the Princess, her future was secure.  And it really seemed as if she were for the first time inclined to heed the lessons of civilization and profit by her new condition.  An agreeable change was first noticed in her appearance.  Her lawless hair was caught in a net, and no longer strayed over her low forehead.  Her unstable bust was stayed and upheld by French corsets; her plantigrade shuffle was limited by heeled boots.  Her dresses were neat and clean, and she wore a double necklace of glass beads.  With this physical improvement there also seemed some moral awakening.  She no longer stole nor lied.  With the possession of personal property came a respect for that of others.  With increased dependence on the word of those about her came a thoughtful consideration of her own.  Intellectually she was still feeble, although she grappled sturdily with the simple lessons which Miss Portfire set before her.  But her zeal and simple vanity outran her discretion, and she would often sit for hours with an open book before her, which she could not read.  She was a favorite with the officers at the fort, from the Major, who shared his daughter’s prejudices and often yielded to her powerful self-will, to the subalterns, who liked her none the less that their natural enemies, the frontier volunteers, had declared war against her helpless sisterhood.  The only restraint put upon her was the limitation of her liberty to the enclosure of the fort and parade; and only once did she break this parole, and was stopped by the sentry as she stepped into a boat at the landing.

The recluse did not avail himself of Miss Portfire’s invitation.  But after the departure of the Princess he spent less of his time in the hut, and was more frequently seen in the distant marshes of Eel River and on the upland hills.  A feverish restlessness, quite opposed to his usual phlegm, led him into singular freaks strangely inconsistent with his usual habits and reputation.  The purser of the occasional steamer which stopped at Logport with the mails reported to have been boarded, just inside the bar, by a strange bearded man, who asked for a newspaper containing the last war telegrams.  He tore his red shirt into narrow strips, and spent two days with his needle over the pieces and the tattered remnant of his only white garment; and a few days afterward the fishermen on the bay were surprised to see what, on nearer approach, proved to be a rude imitation of the national flag floating from a spar above the hut.