Abilene weekly reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1888-1935, 1905-05-25

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Guy, it is no TESTING matter"
did | say 1t was, Miss Spitfre? Do
leave me in peace little while now
but Helena wants you to go with her
to gather flowers and autumn leaves"
Il shall do nothing Of the sort" said
Guy; and he adhered resolutely to his
resolution.
The day Of the much-anticipated pic
mic came; but Guy, instead of escortlng
Miss Dickson down to the slope Of vel
vet grass. shaded by superb forest trees
which had been selected as the site Of
the merry-making, took his gun and
started off into the woods. s
Il won't be deafened by the cackle Of
these girls" quoth he to himself.
Dead! Oh, father, father, he is not
dead?"
Old Oscawanda, the swart-browed In
dian interpreter, listened with his ear
against the stalwart chest Of the fallen
hunter, who lay among the yellow au-
tumn leaves, where Agnes had found
him, bathed In his own blood. There had
been some imperfection in the lock Of the
new rihe-what or where no one ever
knew, but 1t was blown to pieces, and
Guy Davenant lay like dead man be-
side 1t.
They carried him to the little cabin be-
side the rushing falls of the Metarcasca,
and laid him on the rude couch of the old
Indian, and then he struggled his way
back again to life.
"Who bound up these wounds?" he
asked, with a slight shudder, as he
glanced downward at bandages and
wrappings, andbegan to comprehend the
full extent of the peril from which he had
SO miraculously escaped.
Il did," Agnes Oscawanda answered.
"You!" His eyes rested admiringly
on her calm, beautiful face, There isn't
one woman in a thousand who would
have had such pluck as that. should,
like to have Helena Dickson see blood
without fainting away, and as for Clara
and Julia-pooh!
Gust their msneuvering!" said Julia
when she had sobbed and shrieked away
her first terror at the frightful news Of
the accident that had happened to her
brother. "Of course Agnes and her
scheming old father expect to make
profitable speculation out of 1t. Why
couldn't they just as well have brought
you homer"
"They might have done So" said Guy,
calmly, "but corpse would have been,
all that was borne across the threshold.
Oscawanda and his daughter have saved
my life, and shall never cease to be
grateful to them for what they have
done"
But" lisped Helena, "mayn't we
come down and nurse you, dear Mr.. Guyr
am sure 1t would be a pleasure, and
these good people, although well mean
ing, dare say, cannot understand the
refnements an invalid so much needs"
"Your kindness is quite unnecessary"
said Guy, coldly. Il have every care
and attention here"
1.-THE bold, sly thing!" said Clara, Bit
ing her lip as the three girls walked
homeward again. Il saw her eyes flash
when he spoke"
Helena Dickson, however, resolved
not to give up the battle at this early
stage Of affairs. She determined to-
prolong her visit into the winter
months.
Perhaps Guy will go home with me,
when he Receivers sufficiently" she
thought; "and in that case can easily
bring him to the mark" :
For Helena had unbOunded confidence
in her own charms and powers Of per-
suasion.
1t was a bright, frosty afternoon in
late November when Guy Dayenant
walked up to the door Of the farmhouse,
leaning on the Indian girls arm. Julia
rose to welcome him home.
Il will help him into the house now"
she said, coldly, staring the beautiful
young girl in the face. "You need not
trouble yourself any further, Agnes 0s-
STOP said Guy, sternly, as his sister
would have motioned his supporter
away. she has the best and only right
to be at my side now"
"Guyl what do you meant" gasped
Julia. scarcely understanding what