Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1914-06-26

AashR bahGEoand e eaTeh.
10 roa1er nyseR Dess sse1soI 1usw
caue3cas0 back . 80 wttAin ~ EEL
lar sa&E1aeA aad wa1tsd bseaehlessly.
byaciag mysslf TO meet either frtsnd
Or fOs. could no longer ~ NE IN
truaer, md the caution OF No sp-
peoaoh maAs No certain the man must
b On enemy. Surely Brady, even
while sxescising every precaution.
would never hesitate like this. and
grope bis way forward inch BY inch.
I felt the hot blood leap In my veins:
then The fel1pw, still crouching low.
but With RE barrel advanced, ap-
peared arosnd the edge Of the pie Of
earth, scarcely two yards distant. All
saw cleasiy was hat with feather
in Il, an tndistfnct outline Of form.
and the black fide barrel. Ny Fi6e
came up to the shoulder, and I shpped
into the open.
'-Btop where you are!" ordered
sharDay. Drop your gun. aad stand
upW
heard quick breath Of surprise.
almost an exclamation; the stock Of
the rSfSe sank to the ground. hst the
hands stall chung to the barrel, a. the
startled figure Strengthened up. !
could not distinguish the face, only
the white outline Swallowed by the
hat, yet the short, slender form was
that Of . boy. Tho relief at this dts
oovsry brought laugh to my lips.
what docs this mean. lad!"
asked. Have children gone to war?
Come. answer me: you are NO sav-
age"
tbs not q ad with whom you
deal. Monsieur Hayward" replied .
soft voice. trembling q bit neverthe-
lass. though attempting boldness.
You know me now!"
She flung the concealing hat into
the grass, the silvsry light Of the
stars ON her face.
You here! you!" 1 exclaimed In
swift surprise at this unexpected de-
nouement, and feeling the hot blood
flush my faca. You came with
Girty7"
She ventured to laugh lightly ut
my tone and manner.
We travelled together-yes. What
Of that, monsieur? The wilderness
is not q parlor where We can choose
associates. Did I not warn you
would come with him when you re-
fused me? An you think I did what
vas wrcng7''
IT. puzsied By her direct question.
Whist 10 It TO me, mademoiselle? You
would not care what I think. Yet
ware you sister of mine I would speak
plainly enough: We all know what ST.
mon 0irty H."
On. no, monsieur, the Americans
do not" and her voice rung with
eaEnestness. "He 10 to them an en-
envy, flend. He war; on the other
side. and ~ the Indians make war.
Why not? He has lived In our wig
vans. and sat at our council nres. He
belongs with w. save for the birth
marx Of . white skin. 10 mo he 10
not enemy. but friend. have known
htm always, from childhood: there
b no tsr IN my heart: did be desjre,
he would not dafe harm mel am ,
Wyandot.'
The sw41 words were defiance. q
cAallsnoe.
"Hsve It a. you VIM" said coldly.
hut nothing you may say will ever
make mo think well Of that rs1e
sade.-
''You." she exclaimed psssionatsly.
why do you say that, Joseph Hay
ward? Why do you keep up this
masquerade with me? We arc no
longer at Fort Harmar where 1t wss
safer for you to guard your speech.
I knew you would be, here; that was
why came a1one-that We might
talk to esch other, and no longer lie. -
I stared at her face in the starlight.
my memory suddenly reverting to the
dead man within.
You knew I would be here7"
Il guessed it. and my instinct wss
true. Why not, monsieur? You alone
knew the house was here, and who
lived In It."
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