New Britain herald., 1922-10-10
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CHAPTER IT

Slim and straight as young boy in her gray shirt and brooches, Eve continued on lightly through the woods. her rife over her shoulder, her eyes of gentian-blue always alert.
 The morning turned warm; she pulled eff her soft felt hat, shook out her clipped curs, stripped open the shirt at her snowy throat where sweat glimmered like melted frost
 The forest was lovely in the morn ing sunlight--lovely and still-save for the blue -jays-for the summer \ birds had gone and only birds des- tined to a long Northern winter now remained.
 Eyes tread was light on the moist trail; her quick eyes missed nothing mot the dainty imprint of deer, fresh made, nor the sprawling insig- nia of rambling raccoons-nor the big barred owl huddled on pine limb overhead. nor, where the swift gravelly reaches of the brook caught sunlight. did she miss the swirl and throwing and milling of painted trout on the spawning beds.
 In her cartridge pouch she carried the fiat, sealed packet which Clinch had trusted to her. The sack swayed gently as she strode on skipping her left hip at every step; and always her subconscious mind remained on guard and aware of it; and now and then she dropped her hand to feel of the pouch and strap.
 From Star Peaks left flank an icy stream clatters down to the level floor of the woods, here; and it was here that Eve had meant to quench her thirst with a mouthful of sweet water.
 But as she approached the tiny ford, warily, she saw saddled horse tied to a saping and a man seated on a messy log.
 The trappings of horse, the gray green uniform of the man, left no room for speculation; a trooper of the State Constabulary was seated there.
 His cap was off; his head rested on his palm. Elbow on knee, he sat there gazing at the watching the slim fish, perhaps, darting up stream toward their bridal-beds hid den far away in the headwaters
 A detour was imperative, The girl from the shelter of pine, looked out cautiously at the trooper. The sudden sight of him had merely checked her; now the recognition of his uniform startled her heart out of its tranquil rhythm and set the blood burning in her cheeks.
 Thre was memory of such man scared into the girls very soul a man whose head and shoulders re- sembled this man s-who had the same bright hair, the same slim and powerful body-and who moved, too, as this young man moved.
 The trooper stirred, lifted his head to relight his pipe.
 The girl knew him. Her heart stood still; then heart and blood ran riot and she felt her knees trembe- felt weak as she rested against the pines huge trunk and covered her face with unsteady, fingers.
 Until the moment, Eve had never dreamed what the memory of this man really meant to her-never dreamed that she had capacity for emotion so utterly overwhelming. Even now confusion, shame, fear were paramount, All she wanted was to get aWdy-Sel away anu Stiil her hearts wild ting-control the strange tremor that possessed her, re- cover mind and sense and breath.
 She drew her hand from her eyes and looked upon the man she had at tempted to kill-upon the young man who had wrestled her off her feet and handcuffed her-and who had bathed her bleeding mouth with sphagnum- and who had kissed her hands
 She was trembling so that she be- came frightened The racket of the