Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1903-09-28
VIII.
TIE DILEMMA OF CAPTAIN HELM.

~ NCLE JAZON. feeling like a
III E fish returned to the water aft
W er a long and ]torturing eaptlv-
ity in the open air, plunged in
to the forest with anticipations of lively
adventure and made his way toward
the Wea plains. 1t was his purpose to
get a boat at the village Of Ouiatenon
and pull thence up the Wabash until he
could find out what the English were
doing. He chose for his companions
on this dangerous expedition two eX-
pert coureurs de bois, Dutremble and
Jacques Bailonp. Fifty miles up the
river they fell in with some friendly
Indians, well known to them all, who
were returning frora the portage.
The informed them thai
there were no signs Of an English al
vance in that quarter. Some of then
had been as far as the ST. Joseph river
and to within Il short distance of De
troit without seeing a white man Oh
hearing of any Suspicious movements
on the part Of Hamilton. So back
came Oncle Jazon with his pleasing re
port. much disappointed that he ha6
not been able to stir up some sort o.
trouble.
1t was Helms turn to laugh.
"What did | tell you?' he cried. in q
Jolly mood, slapping Beverley on ths
shoulder. II knew mighty we'll that II
was all a big story with nothing in 1t
What on earth would the English bt
thinking about to rlarch an army away
off down here only to capture a rottei
stockade and a lot of Cabling party
yOosy'
Beverley, while he did not feel quite
ms confident as his chief, was not sorry
that things looked a little brighter thar
he had feared they would turn out to
be. Secretly and without acknowiedg
ing it to himself he was delighted With
the life he was living.
He began to like walking about aim
lessly in the towns narrow streets.
with the mud daubed cabins on either
hand. This simple life under low,
matched roofs had a charm. Every
body cried cheerily. bon Jour. mon
sieur, comment allez-vous?" as he went
by, always accompanying the verbal
salute with a graceful I've Of the
hand.
But it was always a glimpse Of Alice
that must count for everything In Bev-
erley's reckonings, albeit he would
have strenuously denied 1t. True he
went to Roussillon place almost every
day, 1t being a fixed part Of his well
ordered habit, and had a talk with her.
Sometimes, when Dame Roussillon was
very busy and so quite off her guard,
they read together in a novel or In GER
tain parts of the odd volume Of Mon
taigne. This wa, done more for the
sweetness Of disebedience than to en-
Joy the already familiar pages.
Now and again they repeated their
fencing bout, but never with the result
which followed the first. Beverley soon
mastered Alice's tricks and showed her
that. after all, ma sculine muscle IS not
| to be discounted at Its own game by
even the most wonderful womanly
strength and ~suprleness. She struggled
bravely to hold her vantage ground
once gained so easily. but the ineyita-
| BILE was not to be avoided. AT last one
| bowling winter day he disarmed hel
by the very trick that she had shown
him. That ended the play, II they
ran, shivering, into the house.
"Ah," she cried. 1T isn't fair. YOU
are so much bigger than l. You have
so much longer arlns SO U more
weight and power. 1t all counts against
me. You ought To be ashamed OF your
self" She was rosy with the exhilarat
ing exercise and the biting Of the fros
ty breeze. Her beauty gave forth {
new ray.
i Deep in her heart she was pleased t.
have him master her SO superbly; bu'
as the days passed she never said so
never gave over trying to make hin
feel the touch Of her foil. She did no
know that her eyes We're getting
through his guard. that her dimples
were stabbing his heart to its middle.
You have other advantages" he re
piled, (which far overbalance my
greater stature and stronger muscles.
Then after a pause he added, After al
a girl must be q girl