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from the fort。 Alfred became a regular visitor at Colonel Zane's house。 He saw Betty every day； but as yet； nothing had mended the breach between them。 They were civil to each other when chance threw them together； but Betty usually left the room on some pretext soon after he entered。 Alfred regretted his hasty exhibition of resentment and would have been glad to establish friendly relations with her。 But she would not give him an opportunity。 She avoided him on all possible occasions。 Though Alfred was fast succumbing to the charm of Betty's beautiful face； though his desire to be near her had grown well nigh resistless； his pride had not yet broken down。 Many of the summer evenings found him on the Colonel's doorstep； smoking a pipe； or playing with the children。 He was that rare and best companya good listener。 Although he laughed at Colonel Zane's stories； and never tired of hearing of Isaac's experiences among the Indians； it is probable he would not have partaken of the Colonel's hospitality nearly so often had it not been that he usually saw Betty； and if he got only a glimpse of her he went away satisfied。 On Sundays he attended the services at the little church and listened to Betty's sweet voice as she led the singing。
There were a number of girls at the fort near Betty's age。 With all of these Alfred was popular。 He appeared so entirely different from the usual young man on the frontier that he was more than welcome everywhere。 Girls in the backwoods are much the same as girls in thickly populated and civilized districts。 They liked his manly ways； his frank and pleasant manners； and when to these virtues he added a certain deferential regard； a courtliness to which they were unaccustomed； they were all the better pleased。 He paid the young women little attentions； such as calling on them； taking them to parties and out driving； but there was not one of them who could think that she； in particular； interested him。
The girls noticed； however； that he never approached Betty after service； or on any occasion； and while it caused some wonder and gossip among them； for Betty enjoyed the distinction of being the belle of the border； they were secretly pleased。 Little hints and knowing smiles； with which girls are so skillful； made known to Betty all of this； and； although she was apparently indifferent； it hurt her sensitive feelings。 It had the effect of making her believe she hated the cause of it more than ever。
What would have happened had things gone on in this way； I am not prepared to say； probably had not a meddling Fate decided to take a hand in the game； Betty would have continued to think she hated Alfred； and I would never have had occasion to write his story； but Fate did interfere； and； one day in the early fall； brought about an incident which changed the whole world for the two young people。
It was the afternoon of an Indian summer dayin that most beautiful time of all the yearand Betty； accompanied by her dog； had wandered up the hillside into the woods。 From the hilltop the broad river could be seen winding away n the distance； and a soft； bluish； smoky haze hung over the water。 The forest seemed to be on fire。 The yellow leaves of the poplars； the brown of the white and black oaks； the red and purple of the maples； and the green of the pines and hemlocks flamed in a glorious blaze of color。 A stillness； which was only broken now and then by the twittering of birds uttering the plaintive notes peculiar to them in the autumn as they band together before their pilgrimage to the far south； pervaded the forest。
Betty loved the woods； and she knew all the trees。 She could tell their names by the bark or the shape of the leaves。 The giant black oak； with its smooth shiny bark and sturdy limbs； the chestnut with its rugged； seamed sides and bristling burrs； the hickory with its lofty height and curled shelling bark； were all well known and well loved by Betty。 Many times had she wondered at the trembling； quivering leaves of the aspen； and the foliage of the silver…leaf as it glinted in the sun。 To…day； especially； as she walked through the woods； did their beauty appeal to her。 In the little sunny patches of clearing which were scattered here and there in the grove； great clusters of goldenrod grew profusely。 The golden heads swayed gracefully on the long stems Betty gathered a few sprigs and added to them a bunch of warmly tinted maple leaves。
The chestnuts burrs were opening。 As Betty mounted a little rocky eminence and reached out for a limb of a chestnut tree； she lost her footing and fell。 Her right foot had twisted under her as she went down； and when a sharp pain shot through it she was unable to repress a cry。 She got up； tenderly placed the foot on the ground and tried her weight on it； which caused acute pain。 She unlaced and removed her moccasin to find that her ankle had commenced to swell。 Assured that she had sprained it； and aware of the serious consequences of an injury of that nature； she felt greatly distressed。 Another effort to place her foot on the ground and bear her weight on it caused such severe pain that she was compelled to give up the attempt。 Sinking down by the trunk of the tree and leaning her head against it she tried to think of a way out of her difficulty。
The fort； which she could plainly see； seemed a long distance off； although it was only a little way down the grassy slope。 She looked and looked； but not a person was to be seen。 She called to Tige。 She remembered that he had been chasing a squirrel a short while ago； but now there was no sign of him。 He did not come at her call。 How annoying！ If Tige were only there she could have sent him for help。 She shouted several times； but the distance was too great for her voice to carry to the fort。 The mocking echo of her call came back from the bluff that rose to her left。 Betty now began to be alarmed in earnest； and the tears started to roll down her cheeks。 The throbbing pain in her ankle； the dread of having to remain out in that lonesome forest after dark； and the fear that she might not be found for hours； caused Betty's usually brave spirit to falter； she was weeping unreservedly。
In reality she had been there only a few minutesalthough they seemed hours to herwhen she heard the light tread of moccasined feet on the moss behind her。 Starting up with a cry of joy she turned and looked up into the astonished face of Alfred Clarke。
Returning from a hunt back in the woods he had walked up to her before being aware of her presence。 In a single glance he saw the wildflowers scattered beside her； the little moccasin turned inside out； the woebegone； tearstained face； and he knew Betty had come to grief。
Confused and vexed； Betty sank back at the foot of the tree。 It is probable she would have encountered Girty or a member of his band of redmen； rather than have this young man find her in this predicament。 It provoked her to think that of all the people at the fort it should be the only one she could not welcome who should find her in such a sad plight。
〃Why； Miss Zane！〃 he exclaimed； after a moment of hesitation。 〃What in the world has happened？ Have you been hurt？ May I help you？〃
〃It is nothing；〃 said Betty； bravely； as she gathered up her flowers and the moccasin and rose slowly to her feet。 〃Thank you； but you need not wait。〃
The cold words nettled Alfred and he was in the act of turning away from her when he caught； for the fleetest part of a second； the full gaze of her eyes。 He stopped short。 A closer scrutiny of her face convinced him that she was suffering and endeavoring with all her strength to conceal it。
〃But I will wait。 I think you have hurt yourself。 Lean upon my arm；〃 he said； quietly。
〃Please let me help you；〃 he continued； going nearer to her。
But Betty refused his assistance。 She would not even allow him to take the goldenrod from her arms。 After a few hesitating steps she paused and lifted her foot from the ground。
〃Here； you must not try to walk a step farther；〃 he said； resolutely； noting how white she had suddenly become。 〃You have sprained your ankle and are needlessly torturing yourself。 Please let me carry you？〃
〃Oh； no； no； no！〃 cried Betty； in evident distress。 〃I will manage。 It is not soveryfar。〃
She resumed the slow and painful walking； but she had taken only a few steps when she stopped again and this time a low moan issued from her lips。 She swayed slightly backward and if Alfred had not dropped his rifle and caught her she would have fallen。
〃Will youpleasefor some one？〃 she whispered faintly； at the same time pushing him away。
〃How absurd！〃 burst out Alfred； indignantly。 〃Am I then； so distasteful to you that you would rather wait here and suffer a half hour longer while I go for assistance？ It is only common courtesy on my part。 I do not want to carry you。 I think you would be quite heavy。〃
He said this in a hard； bitter tone； deeply hurt that she would not accept even a little kindness from him。 He looked away from her and waited。 Presently a soft； half…smothered sob came from Betty and it expressed such utter wretchedness that his heart melted。 After all she was only a child。 He turned to see the tears running down her cheeks； and with a