The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1916-03-22

She regarded him with an express.
sion that indicated how completely
such a proposal shocked her. She
struggled an instant with tho thought
Of 1t. Then she rejected the invita-.
ton; yet with enough indecision to in
vite q renewal. For the moment Helen
was heartless angler, and Seagrue
deluded by vanity was unsuspec tingly
playing fish. Before he left-in the
highest spirits he had known for many
day--he had, to his astonishment,
secured Helen's promise to dine with
him that night in camp. And at the
appointed time she was ready.
The night was warm and q moon.
rising full and into q clear sky. food
cd the landscape. And after Helen's
uneasiness at the stranEeness Of her
situation had worn of, she was able
throughout the trying hour with Sea-
grue in his hut to wear her mask OF
languid interest successfully. The ia
bile was served with. surprising delica.
cies and q plentiful array Of wines
was in evidence. Yet, to an innocent
intriguer, a whole hour never went SO
slowly, nor was appetite ever more
reluctant than that of Seagrue's guest.
Though she went through the form Of
esting and assumed carefree air, his
a?od choked her. His wines she per-
s:stently declined; but that did not
dismay Seagrue, who drank quite
enough for two.
Where could the survey be, now?
was the question recurring always to
Helens mind. Toward the close OF
the dinner, Seagrue. rising. unlocked
his desk for flask of Chartreuse.
There, lying in the corner exactly
where she had seen it, Helen again be.
held the survey, blue print beside
it. Seagrue was pawky enough to
close and lock the desk after he had
taken the flask out. How, she asked
herself, was she to get that desk open
again?
Seagrue dismissed his serving man,
and this did not allay Helen's uneasi.
ness for herself. She did not want
to be left alone a minute with him
now; things were getting too complt-
Gated. But could she in some way
get into the desk?
Rising. she said she would clear the
table little. Taking hold OF the flask
he had Just taken from the desk and
holding out her hand with smile she
asked him for his keys. Seagrue was in
no position to refuse so intimate re-
quest. With an air of camaraderie he
handed them over and Helen pushed
back the cover of the desk. But as
she did so Seagrue threw his arms
around her. She struggled indignant
ly. but could not get away. For mo-
ment there was fierce struggle.
Then with q superhuman effort she
tore herself free, caught up the first
thing she could lay her hand OMIT
happened to be bronze match tray
and struck seagrue across the fore
head.
He went completely over, leaving
Helen horror.stricken at what she had
done. She listened. Outside che
heard no sound. SEEKING the blue.
print that lay under her hand, she
gained the door and ran out just 10
Seagrue regained his feet! She had
resolved to flag the Limited. Hardly
touching the earth, she dashed to the
station, hurried to the key and tele-
graphed Rhinelander:
'Have blue print Of survey. Win
I be on Limited. HELEN.
It was not too soon. Through the
window she saw Seagrue rushing down
the platform. She slammed the office
door shut, and locked It. Seagrue