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ear of yours to turn everything topsy…turvy。 Only yesterday I got my hands in the paint you have put on your canoe。 If you had asked my advice I would have told you that painting your canoe should not have been done for a month yet。 Silas told me you fell down the creek hill； Sam said you tried to drive his team over the bluff； and so on。 We are happy to see you get back your old time spirits； but could you not be a little more careful？ Your versatility is bewildering。 We do not know what to look for next。 I fully expect to see you brought to the house some day maimed for life； or all that beautiful black hair gone to decorate some Huron's lodge。〃
〃I tell you I am perfectly delighted that the weather is again so I can go out。 I am tired to death of staying indoors。 This morning I could have cried for very joy。 Bessie will soon be lecturing me about Madcap。 I must not ride farther than the fort。 Well； I don't care。 I intend to ride all over。〃
〃Betty； I do not wish you to think I am lecturing you；〃 said the Colonel's wife。 〃But you are as wild as a March hare and some one must tell you things。 Now listen。 My brother； the Major； told me that Simon Girty； the renegade； had been heard to say that he had seen Eb Zane's little sister and that if he ever got his hands on her he would make a squaw of her。 I am not teasing you。 I am telling you the truth。 Girty saw you when you were at Fort Pitt two years ago。 Now what would you do if he caught you on one of your lonely rides and carried you off to his wigwam？ He has done things like that before。 James Girty carried off one of the Johnson girls。 Her brothers tried to rescue her and lost their lives。 It is a common trick of the Indians。〃
〃What would I do if Mr。 Simon Girty tried to make a squaw of me？〃 exclaimed Betty； her eyes flashing fire。 〃Why； I'd kill him！〃
〃I believe it； Betts； on my word I do；〃 spoke up the Colonel。 〃But let us hope you may never see Girty。 All I ask is that you be careful。 I am going over to Short Creek to…morrow。 Will you go with me？ I know Mrs。 Raymer will be pleased to see you。〃
〃Oh； Eb； that will be delightful！〃
〃Very well； get ready and we shall start early in the morning。
Two weeks later Betty returned from Short Creek and seemed to have profited much by her short visit。 Col。 Zane remarked with satisfaction to his wife that Betty had regained all her former cheerfulness。
The morning after Betty's return was a perfect spring morningthe first in that month of May…days。 The sun shone bright and warm； the mayflowers blossomed； the trailing arbutus scented the air； everywhere the grass and the leaves looked fresh and green； swallows flitted in and out of the barn door； the blue…birds twittered； a meadow…lark caroled forth his pure melody； and the busy hum of bees came from the fragrant apple…blossoms。
〃Mis' Betty； Madcap 'pears powerfo' skittenish；〃 said old Sam； when he had led the pony to where Betty stood on the hitching block。 〃Whoa； dar； you rascal。〃
Betty laughed as she leaped lightly into the saddle； and soon she was flying over the old familiar road； down across the creek bridge； past the old grist…mill； around the fort and then out on the river bluff。 The Indian pony was fiery and mettlesome。 He pranced and side…stepped； galloped and trotted by turns。 He seemed as glad to get out again into the warm sunshine as was Betty herself。 He tore down the road a mile at his best speed。 Coming back Betty pulled him into a walk。 Presently her musings were interrupted by a sharp switch in the face from a twig of a tree。 She stopped the pony and broke off the offending branch。 As she looked around the recollection of what had happened to her in that very spot flashed into her mind。 It was here that she had been stopped by the man who had passed almost as swiftly out of her life as he had crossed her path that memorable afternoon。 She fell to musing on the old perplexing question。 After all could there not have been some mistake？ Perhaps she might have misjudged him？ And then the old spirit； which resented her thinking of him in that softened mood； rose and fought the old battle over again。 But as often happened the mood conquered； and Betty permitted herself to sink for the moment into the sad thoughts which returned like a mournful strain of music once sung by beloved voices； now forever silent。
She could not resist the desire to ride down to the old sycamore。 The pony turned into the bridle…path that led down the bluff and the sure…footed beast picked his way carefully over the roots and stones。 Betty's heart beat quicker when she saw the noble tree under whose spreading branches she had spent the happiest day of her life。 The old monarch of the forest was not one whit changed by the wild winds of winter。 The dew sparkled on the nearly full grown leaves； the little sycamore balls were already as large as marbles。
Betty drew rein at the top of the bank and looked absently at the tree and into the foam covered pool beneath。 At that moment her eyes saw nothing physical。 They held the faraway light of the dreamer； the look that sees so much of the past and nothing of the present。
Presently her reflections were broken by the actions of the pony。 Madcap had thrown up her head； laid back her ears and commenced to paw the ground with her forefeet。 Betty looked round to see the cause of Madcap's excitement。 What was that！ She saw a tall figure clad in brown leaning against the stone。 She saw a long fishing…rod。 What was there so familiar in the poise of that figure？ Madcap dislodged a stone from the path and it went rattling down the rock； slope and fell with a splash into the water。 The man heard it； turned and faced the hillside。 Betty recognized Alfred Clarke。 For a moment she believed she must be dreaming She had had many dreams of the old sycamore。 She looked again。 Yes； it was he。 Pale； worn； and older he undoubtedly looked； but the features were surely those of Alfred Clarke。 Her heart gave a great bound and then seemed to stop beating while a very agony of joy surged over her and made her faint。 So he still lived。 That was her first thought； glad and joyous； and then memory returning； her face went white as with clenched teeth she wheeled Madcap and struck her with the switch。 Once on the level bluff she urged her toward the house at a furious pace。
Col。 Zane had just stepped out of the barn door and his face took on an expression of amazement when he saw the pony come tearing up the road； Betty's hair flying in the wind and with a face as white as if she were pursued by a thousand yelling Indians。
〃Say； Betts； what the deuce is wrong？〃 cried the Colonel； when Betty reached the fence。
〃Why did you not tell me that man was here again？〃 she demanded in intense excitement。
〃That man！ What man？〃 asked Col。 Zane； considerably taken back by this angry apparition。
〃Mr。 Clarke； of course。 Just as if you did not know。 I suppose you thought it a fine opportunity for one of your jokes。〃
〃Oh； Clarke。 Well； the fact is I just found it out myself。 Haven't I been away as well as you？ I certainly cannot imagine how any man could create such evident excitement in your mind。 Poor Clarke； what has he done now？〃
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