Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1914-06-18

I can alp out Of these hunting clothes
Am right, Brady
maybe Co." he admitted reluctant
y, but that aint my style o handling
Intuns. reckon well hang round
boys, till We see what's comm
out O. this yer message bearin'. I'd
sure like TO be In any fracas whar
could get slam at that hound O. hell.
It required but few moments fol
me to shift my hunting suit for suit
able uniform. and this. accomplished.
hurried across the parade to the ONCE
The orderly admitted me at once. Gen
oral Harmar was alone. sitting beside
. small writing table, and began ques
tioning me the instant l appeared.
Close the door, Mr.. Hayward. Now
sir, what is It that just happened out
side the gate? Fighting with some OF
my scouts, understand. over q Eel
low you brought in with you? pre-
sumo there was some cause for this
unseemly Quarrel7'
There was. General Harmar," re-
piled, standing cap in hand.
He leaned back In his chair. drum
ming with one hand on the table, his
stern eyes on my face.
Then make your report, sir"
I went over the events OF the pas:
few hours rapidly, but clearly, and
there was no interruption until I ceas.
ed to speak.
'who did you say the man was?"
Simon Girty, sir. That was the
name he gave me. and Brady recog.
nized him at once"
what IL his mission? Did he say"
"Not word. SIR, except that he rep
resented the tribes, and bore . mes
sage from Hamilton"
Think you he lied7 ID his purpose
to learn our strength and position!'
mo, sir, I think not" replied sob.
erly. There was no necessity; be-
yond doubt they know that already.
I do not think the fellow would dare
come other than he said: he u not Of
that breed"
He walked back and forth across
the room. his hands clasped. his head
bent in thought He WAS = dorid-
faced, heavily.built man. his step
heavy on the puncheon door. Facing
the door, he stopped With sudden de.
sision.
Orderly" he called. have the ser.
geant Of the guard bring the messen.
ger here ut once. Search him for
weapons first"
He turned toward me.
eeV <SaA 1v&1 hNSk
hear his tale. / may need you. Mr..
Hayward; remain there in the back
room until call.
could see no door.
"Where. sir?"
I'm the den. beyond: the robe hides
the entrance. II need you will
call. The dog 10 coming now"
The interior Of this room which l
now entered for the nrst time was =
revelation to me. It was fitted up -
loungins room, . den; yet bearing
more resemblance to the tepee Of .
savage, than any abode Of civilization.
The trappings Of war. the tributes of
the chase, were everywhere in evt-
dence. I saw all this with . single
glance as shut the door. yet almost
| with the instant; my entire attention
was riveted upon IN occupant. and /
stood motionless. scarcely crediting
my own eyes, as I stared across the
table at the couch against the farther
wall. It was In shadow, underneath
the window, draped by yellow blan-
ket, and in one cushioned corner sat
. girl. her dark head bent low over
an open book. So intent was she upon
the pages that she had not heard my
entrance. or else remained Indifferent.
thinking me no stranger to the apart
ment.
She was young, scarcely out Of her
girlhood from the clear profile Of her
cheek, olive-tinted In the shadow. with
profusion Of hair black a. night, and
. figure slender, but not tail. moved
rafting the latch to attract attention
to my presence. yet the witch never
glanced up. turning page Of her book
lazily. ~
"Your. pardon" I ventured. and cap
in Aand. advanced to the table nearer
her.
She came to her feet In an instant
the book sliding to the floor. the long.
black lashss no longer shadowing the
dark eyes gazing toward me in sudden
interest. She was small, swift OF
movement as forest hare, yet for
the instant saw only her face, and
the unfathomable depths Of those eyes
They were full Of bewildermsnt. sur
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