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When the young people reached the steps the eyes of the rivals met for one brief second； but that was long enough for them to understand each other。 They did not speak。 Lydia hesitated and looked toward Betty。
〃Betty； here is〃 began Col。 Zane； but Betty passed them with flaming cheeks and with not so much as a glance at Alfred。 It was an awkward moment for him。
〃Let us go in；〃 he said composedly； and they filed into the church。
As long as he lived Alfred Clarke never forgot that hour。 His pride kept him chained in his seat。 Outwardly he maintained his composure； but inwardly his brain seemed throbbing； whirling； bursting。 What an idiot he had been！ He understood now why his letter had never been answered。 Betty loved Miller； a man who hated him； a man who would leave no stone unturned to destroy even a little liking which she might have felt for him。 Once again Miller had crossed his path and worsted him。 With a sudden sickening sense of despair he realized that all his fond hopes had been but dreams； a fool's dreams。 The dream of that moment when he would give her his mother's jewels； the dream of that charming face uplifted to his； the dream of the little cottage to which he would hurry after his day's work and find her waiting at the gate；these dreams must be dispelled forever。 He could barely wait until the end of the service。 He wanted to be alone； to fight it out with himself； to crush out of his heart that fair image。 At length the hour ended and he got out before the congregation and hurried to his room。
Betty had company all that afternoon and it was late in the day when Col。 Zane ascended the stairs and entered her room to find her alone。
〃Betty； I wish to know why you ignored Mr。 Clarke this morning？〃 said Col。 Zane； looking down on his sister。 There was a gleam in his eye and an expression about his mouth seldom seen in the Colonel's features。
〃I do not know that it concerns any one but myself；〃 answered Betty quickly； as her head went higher and her eyes flashed with a gleam not unlike that in her brother's。
〃I beg your pardon。 I do not agree with you；〃 replied Col。 Zane。 〃It does concern others。 You cannot do things like that in this little place where every one knows all about you and expect it to pass unnoticed。 Martin's wife saw you cut Clarke and you know what a gossip she is。 Already every one is talking about you and Clarke。〃
〃To that I am indifferent。〃
〃But I care。 I won't have people talking about you；〃 replied the Colonel； who began to lose patience。 Usually he had the best temper imaginable。 〃Last fall you allowed Clarke to pay you a good deal of attention and apparently you were on good terms when he went away。 Now that he has returned you won't even speak to him。 You let this fellow Miller run after you。 In my estimation Miller is not to be compared to Clarke； and judging from the warm greetings I saw Clarke receive this morning； there are a number of folk who agree with me。 Not that I am praising Clarke。 I simply say this because to Bessie； to Jack； to everyone； your act is incomprehensible。 People are calling you a flirt and saying that they would prefer some country manners。〃
〃I have not allowed Mr。 Miller to run after me； as you are pleased to term it；〃 retorted Betty with indignation。 〃I do not like him。 I never see him any more unless you or Bessie or some one else is present。 You know that。 I cannot prevent him from walking to church with me。〃
〃No； I suppose not； but are you entirely innocent of those sweet glances which you gave him this morning？〃
〃I did not；〃 cried Betty with an angry blush。 〃I won't be called a flirt by you or by anyone else。 The moment I am civil to some man all these old maids and old women say I am flirting。 It is outrageous。〃
〃Now； Betty； don't get excited。 We are getting from the question。 Why are you not civil to Clarke？〃 asked Col。 Zane。 She did not answer and after a moment he continued。 〃If there is anything about Clarke that I do not know and that I should know I want you to tell me。 Personally I like the fellow。 I am not saying that to make you think you ought to like him because I do。 You might not care for him at all； but that would be no good reason for your actions。 Betty； in these frontier settlements a man is soon known for his real worth。 Every one at the Fort liked Clarke。 The youngsters adored him。 Jessie liked him very much。 You know he and Isaac became good friends。 I think he acted like a man to…day。 I saw the look Miller gave him。 I don't like this fellow Miller； anyway。 Now； I am taking the trouble to tell you my side of the argument。 It is not a question of your liking Clarke that is none of my affair。 It is simply that either he is not the man we all think him or you are acting in a way unbecoming a Zane。 I do not purpose to have this state of affairs continue。 Now； enough of this beating about the bush。〃
Betty had seen the Colonel angry more than once； but never with her。 It was quite certain she had angered him and she forgot her own resentment。 Her heart had warmed with her brother's praise of Clarke。 Then as she remembered the past the felt a scorn for her weakness and such a revulsion of feeling that she cried out passionately：
〃He is a trifler。 He never cared for me。 He insulted me。〃
Col。 Zane reached for his hat； got up without saying another word and went down stairs。
Betty had not intended to say quite what she had and instantly regretted her hasty words。 She called to the Colonel； but he did not answer her； nor return。
〃Betty； what in the world could you have said to my husband？〃 said Mrs。 Zane as she entered the room。 She was breathless from running up the stairs and her comely face wore a look of concern。 〃He was as white as that sheet and he stalked off toward the Fort without a word to me。〃
〃I simply told him Mr。 Clarke had insulted me；〃 answered Betty calmly。
〃Great Heavens！ Betty； what have you done？〃 exclaimed Mrs。 Zane。 〃You don't know Eb when he is angry。 He is a big fool over you； anyway。 He is liable to kill Clarke。〃
Betty's blood was up now and she said that would not be a matter of much importance。
〃When did he insult you？〃 asked the elder woman； yielding to her natural curiosity。
〃It was last October。〃
〃Pooh！ It took you a long time to tell it。 I don't believe it amounted to much。 Mr。 Clarke did not appear to be the sort of a man to insult anyone。 All the girls were crazy about him last year。 If he was not all right they would not have been。〃
〃I do not care if they were。 The girls can have him and welcome。 I don't want him。 I never did。 I am tired of hearing everyone eulogize him。 I hate him。 Do you hear？ I hate him！ And I wish you would go away and leave me alone。〃
〃Well； Betty； all I will say is that you are a remarkable young woman；〃 answered Mrs。 Zane； who saw plainly that Betty's violent outburst was a prelude to a storm of weeping。 〃I don't believe a word you have said。 I don't believe you hate him。 There！〃
Col。 Zane walked straight to the Fort； entered the block…house and knocked on the door of Clarke's room。 A voice bade him come in。 He shoved open the door and went into the room。 Clarke had evidently just returned from