Waterbury evening Democrat., 1903-10-05
CHAPTER VIII.
rHH DnEMMA OF CAPTAIN HELM.

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 ity fn the open. air plunged in to the, forest with antacipations of lively adventure and made his way toward 8he yVea plains It was his purpose to get akboat at the village of Ouiatenol and pull thence up the Wabash until he could ind out what the English were doing. He chose for his companions on this dangerous expedition two ex- pert coureuFs de bofs, DutrembIe and Epacques Baaloup. Fifty miles up the river they feh in with some friendly 1ndians, we'll known to them all, who were .returuing from the portage
 me saHages informed them that 4hsre were no signs of an English ad. vance In 9hat quarter. Some of them Ahadbeen as far as the St. Joseph river and to within a short distance of De trodt without seeing a white man or hearing of any suspicious movements on the part of Hamilton So back cameaOnce Ja7On with his pleasing re. port much disappointed that he had mot been able to stir up some sort of Trouble.
 1t was Helm's turn to laugh.
 ssWhat did I tell you?" he cried, in jolly mood, skipping Beverley on the sshouIder. T knew mighty well that it was all big story with nothing in it. What on earth would the English be Thinking about to march an army away off down here only to capture rotten stBckade and lot of gabbIing parly yoosrs
 Beverley, while he did not feel quite as confident as his chief, was. not sorry that things IoCkedaa little brighter than he had feared aIsey would turn out to be. Secretly and EEthout acknowIedg- ang 1t to himseif he~was delighted with the life he was. living.
 He began to like walking about aim Iessly in the towns narrow streets, with the mud daubed cabins on either hand This simple life under low, thatched roofs had charm. Every body cried cheerily, 'Bon jour, mon sieur, comment allez-vous?" ?" as he went by, always accompanying the verbal salute with graceful wave of the hand
 But it was always a glimpse of Alice that must count for everything in Bev- "A erley's reckonings, albeit he would khave strenuously denied it. True he went to Roussillon place almost every hay, if being fixed part of his well prdered habit, and had talk with her. 5esaetzmes, when Dame Roussillon was very busy and 90 quite off her guard they read together in a novel or in cer- tain parts of the odd volume of Mon taigne. This was done more for the sweetness of disobedience 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 AIice'S tricks and showed her that, after all, masculine muscle is not to be discounted at its own game by even the most wonderful womanly strength and suppleness. She struggled <. bravely to hold her vantage ground once gained so easily, but the inevita- bIe was not to be avoided. At last one bowling winter day he disarmed her by the very trick that she had shown him. That ended the play, and they ran. shivering, into the house
 sAh," she cried. 3'it isn't fair. You Rre so much bigger than l. You have % much longer arms, so much more weight and power. It all counts against me! You ought to be ashamed of your @e1fg' She was rosy with the exhilarat- &ng exercise and the biting of the fros- ty breeze Her beauty gave forth a new ray
 Deep in her heart she was pleased to Hhave him master her so superbiy; but ms the days passed she never said so, v never gave over trying to make nim feel the touch of her foil She did not know that her eyes were getting through his guard, that her dimples were stabbing his heart toits middle.
 You have other advantages" he re- piled, (which far overbalance my greater stature and stronger muscles 2 Then after pause he added, After all Q girl must be girl.''
 Something in his face, something in her heart, startled her so that she made q quick little move like that of a rest Cess bird
 You are beautiful, and that makes my eyes and my hand uncertain" he went on. Were I fencing with a man there would be no glamour"
 He spoke in English. which he did gu0T OTren do in conversation with her. Tt was sign that he was somewhat wrought upon. She followed his rapid words with difficulty, but she caught from them a new note of feeling. He saw little pale flare shoot across her face and thought she was angry.
 ssYou should not use your dimples to Gistract my vision" he quickly added, with light laugh. "It would be no sv0rse for me to throw my hat in your Eace."
 His attempt at levity was obviously weak. She looked straight into his eyes with the steady gaze of a simple, earnest nature shocked by current quite strange to it. She did not un. aerstand him, and she did. Her fine intuition gathered swiftly together a hundred shreds of impression received from him during their recent growing aszS- IL