on his black thoroughbred. The Colonel rose and walked out to the 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, today 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 tomorrow 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.
* * * *
“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.”
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