The heart strings may be torn, hearts may burst with wails of agony, but the proud name of the family shall remain unsullied. So thinks Willard Randley as with grim, set features he abandons his sister’s child, born out of wedlock. Then, again, deepest sorrow, unspeakable anguish, with almost a breath can be turned to joy. So experiences old Chief Scarbrow and his weeping squaw as they sit apart from the tribe, lamenting the death of their papoose. For, behold! the basket containing the baby of the whites falls at the feet of the Indians. The chief accepts the gift as from the Almighty, with throbbing heart, and his squaw nourishes the living infant. Also for the honor of the family, the brother procures a suitable husband for his sister, and the dower being agreed upon, the ceremony is performed and the party go east. The Indians with their papoose baby traveled westward to join their tribe. After five years elapse, being childless, Mr. and Mrs. Matthews adopt a street urchin as their son, and though a growing contentment exists the young wife cannot forget the motherhood that was hers but had been denied her. Looking wistfully at her adopted son, she yearns with heart and soul for her little baby daughter. Fifteen years later the adopted son, now a man of twenty-one, decides to go west and investigate some land. It is while riding over the prospective ground that he sees an Indian trying to forcibly abduct an Indian girl. He hurries toward them just as the Indian raises a bowie knife above the breast of the girl. A shot rings out, accompanied by a howl of rage and pain from the Indian, who disappears in the forest nursing his wounded hand. The rescued Indian girl, who proves to be the White Princess of the tribe, takes her savior to the camp, where, after she has explained, he is made welcome. He becomes a constant visitor and soon asks the chief for the hand of his white daughter. Old Chief Scarbrow tells him to send for his parents and if they consent he will not object. The boy does so, and one day while the young folks are being entertained by the Indian dances, a crowd of cowboys dash upon them, firing their guns in the air, announcing the coming of the easterners in an automobile. Mr. and Mrs. Matthews follow the cowboys to the Indian village and hurry in toward their adopted son. They were forbidding the marriage when Mrs. Matthews sees the White Princess. Stopping suddenly, they both stare at each other as though fascinated, when the elder woman falls back in the arms of her husband. Instinct had told her mother heart that she had looked into the eyes of her daughter. And it is true, for the chief produced the basket the Princess was found in and also the clothes she wore. He had carefully preserved them. So after many years of anguished yearning the mother was reunited to the daughter she had never thought to see again. And tears shine in her eyes as she looks at her daughter and adopted son as they stand before the marriage altar. But they are tears of joy and thankfulness.