hitching-block, where Clarke had reined in his fiery steed.
"Ah, Alfred. Been out for a ride?"
"Yes, I have been giving Roger a little exercise."
"That's a
magnificent animal. I never get tired watching him move. He's the
best bit of horseflesh on the river. By the way, we have not seen much of you
since the siege. Of course you have been busy. Getting ready to put on the
harness, eh? Well, that's what we want the young men to do. Come over and see
us."
"I have been
trying to come. You know how it is with me--about Betty, I mean.
Col. Zane, I--I love her. That's all."
"Yes, I know, Alfred, and I don't wonder at your fears. But I have always
liked you, and now I guess it's about time for me to put a spoke in your wheel
of fortune. If Betty cares for you--and I have a sneaking idea she does--I
will give her to you."
"I have nothing. I gave up everything when I left home."
"My lad, never mind about that," said the Colonel, laying his hand on Clarke's
knee. "We don't need
riches. I have so often said that we need nothing out
here on the border but honest hearts and strong,
willing hands. These you
have. That is enough for me and for my people, and as for land, why, I have
enough for an army of young men. I got my land cheap. That whole island there
I bought from Cornplanter. You can have that island or any tract of land along
the river. Some day I shall put you at the head of my men. It will take you
years to cut that road through to Maysville. Oh, I have plenty of work for
you."
"Col. Zane, I cannot thank you," answered Alfred, with
emotion. "I shall try
to merit your friendship and
esteem. Will you please tell your sister I shall
come over in the morning and beg to see her alone."
"That I will, Alfred. Goodnight."
Col. Zane
strode across his
threshold with a happy smile on his face. He loved
to joke and tease, and never lost an opportunity.
"Things seem to be
working out all right. Now for some fun with Her Highness,"
he said to himself.
As the Colonel surveyed the pleasant home scene he felt he had nothing more to
wish for. The youngsters were playing with a
shaggy little pup which had
already taken Tige's place in their
fickle affections. His wife was crooning a
lullaby as she
gently rocked the
cradle to and fro. A wonderful mite of
humanity
peacefully slumbered in that old
cradle. Annie was
beginning 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