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to set the table for the evening meal. Isaac lay with a contented smile on his face, fast asleep on the couch, where, only a short time before, he had been laid bleeding and almost dead. Betty was reading to Myeerah, whose eyes were rapturously bright as she leaned her head against her sister and listened to the low voice.

      "Well, Betty, what do you think?" said Col. Zane, stopping before the girls.

      "What do I think?" retorted Betty. "Why, I think you are very rude to interrupt me. I am reading to Myeerah her first novel."

      "I have a very important message for you."

      "For me? What! From whom?"

      "Guess."

      Betty ran through a list of most of her acquaintances, but after each name her brother shook his head.

      "Oh, well, I don't care," she finally said. The color in her cheeks had heightened noticeably.

      "Very well. If you do not care, I will say nothing more," said Col. Zane.

      At this juncture Annie called them to supper. Later, when Col. Zane sat on the doorstep smoking, Betty came and sat beside him with her head resting against his shoulder. The Colonel smoked on in silence. Presently the dusky head moved restlessly.

      "Eb, tell me the message," whispered Betty.

      "Message? What message?" asked Col. Zone. "What are you talking about?"

      "Do not tease—not now. Tell me." There was an undercurrent of wistfulness in Betty's voice which touched the kindhearted brother.

      "Well, to-day a certain young man asked me if he could relieve me of the responsibility of looking after a certain young lady."

      "Oh——"

      "Wait a moment. I told him I would be delighted."

      "Eb, that was unkind."

      "Then he asked me to tell her he was coming over to-morrow morning to fix it up with her."

      "Oh, horrible!" cried Betty. "Were those the words he used?"

      "Betts, to tell the honest truth, he did not say much of anything. He just said: 'I love her,' and his eyes blazed."

      Betty uttered a half articulate cry and ran to her room. Her heart was throbbing. What could she do? She felt that if she looked once into her lover's eyes she would have no strength. How dared she allow herself to be so weak! Yet she knew this was the end. She could deceive him no longer. For she felt a stir in her heart, stronger than all, beyond all resistance, an exquisite agony, the sweet, blind, tumultuous exultation of the woman who loves and is loved.

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      "Bess, what do you think?" said Col. Zane, going into the kitchen next morning, after he had returned from the pasture. "Clarke just came over and asked for Betty. I called her. She came down looking as sweet and cool as one of the lilies out by the spring. She said: 'Why, Mr. Clarke, you are almost a stranger. I am pleased to see you. Indeed, we are all very glad to know you have recovered from your severe burns.' She went on talking like that for all the world like a girl who didn't care a snap for him. And she knows as well as I do. Not only that, she has been actually breaking her heart over him all these months. How did she do it? Oh, you women beat me all hollow!"

      "Would you expect Betty to fall into his arms?" asked the Colonel's worthy spouse, indignantly.

      "Not exactly. But she was too cool, too friendly. Poor Alfred looked as if he hadn't slept. He was nervous and scared to death. When Betty ran up stairs I put a bug in Alfred's ear. He'll be all right now, if he follows my advice."

      "Humph! What did Colonel Ebenezer Zane tell him?" asked Bessie, in disgust.

      "Oh, not much. I simply told him not to lose his nerve; that a woman never meant 'no'; that she often says it only to be made say 'yes.' And I ended up with telling him if she got a little skittish, as thoroughbreds do sometimes, to try a strong arm. That was my way."

      "Col. Zane, if my memory does not fail me, you were as humble and beseeching as the proudest girl could desire."

      "I beseeching? Never!"

      "I hope Alfred's wooing may go well. I like him very much. But I'm afraid. Betty has such a spirit that it is quite likely she will refuse him for no other reason than that he built his cabin before he asked her."

      "Nonsense. He asked her long ago. Never fear, Bess, my sister will come back as meek as a lamb."

      Meanwhile Betty and Alfred were strolling down the familiar path toward the river. The October air was fresh with a suspicion of frost. The clear notes of a hunter's horn came floating down from the hills. A flock of wild geese had alighted on the marshy ground at the end of the island where they kept up a continual honk! honk! The brown hills, the red forest, and the yellow fields were now at the height of their autumnal beauty. Soon the November north wind would thrash the trees bare, and bow the proud heads of the daisies and the goldenrod; but just now they flashed in the sun, and swayed back and forth in all their glory.

      "I see you limp. Are you not entirely well?" Betty was saying.

      "Oh, I am getting along famously, thank you," said Alfred. "This one foot was quite severely burned and is still tender."

      "You have had your share of injuries. I heard my brother say you had been wounded three times within a year."

      "Four times."

      "Jonathan told of the axe wound; then the wound Miller gave you, and finally the burns. These make three, do they not?"

      "Yes, but you see, all three could not be compared to the one you forgot to mention."

      "Let us hurry past here," said Betty, hastening to change the subject. "This is where you had the dreadful fight with Miller."

      "As Miller did go to meet Girty, and as he did not return to the Fort with the renegade, we must believe he is dead. Of course, we do not know this to be actually a fact. But something makes me think so. Jonathan and Wetzel have not said anything; I can't get any satisfaction on that score from either; but I am sure neither of them would rest until Miller was dead."

      "I think you are right. But we may never know. All I can tell you is that Wetzel and Jack trailed Miller to the river, and then they both came back. I was the last to see Lewis that night before he left on Miller's trail. It isn't likely I shall forget what Lewis said and how he looked. Miller was a wicked man; yes, a traitor."

      "He was a bad man, and he nearly succeeded in every one of his plans. I have not the slightest doubt that had he refrained from taking part in the shooting match he would have succeeded in abducting you, in killing me, and in leading Girty here long before he was expected."

      "There are many things that may never be explained, but one thing Miller did always mystify us. How did he succeed in binding Tige?"

      "To my way of thinking that was not so difficult as climbing into my room and almost killing me, or stealing the powder from Capt. Boggs' room."

      "The last, at least, gave me a chance to help," said Betty, with a touch of her odd roguishness.

      "That was the grandest thing a woman ever did," said Alfred, in a low tone.

      "Oh, no, I only ran fast."

      "I would have given the world to have seen you, but I was lying on the bench wishing I were dead. I did not have strength to look out of a porthole. Oh! that horrible time! I can never forget it. I lie awake at night and hear the yelling and shooting. Then I dream of running over the burning roofs and it all comes back so vividly I can almost feel the flames and smell the burnt wood. Then I wake up and think of that awful moment when you were carried into the blockhouse white, and, as I thought, dead."

      "But I wasn't. And I think it best for us to forget that horrible siege. It is past. It is a miracle that any one was spared. Ebenezer says we should not grieve for those who are gone; they were heroic; they saved the Fort. He says too, that we shall never again be troubled by Indians. Therefore let us forget and be happy. I have forgotten Miller.

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