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"The old man has to guess at what we halloo at him." "Have you appraised the estate of the late William Zane?" asked the minister, with his bold pulpit voice, which Salter could hear easily. "Yes," replied the deaf guest. "It comes out strong. It is worth, clear of everything and not including doubtful credits, one hundred and eighty thousand dollars."
The colonel's sister was a slender, handsome young woman, whose dark beauty showed to most effective advantage by the contrast with her companion's fair skin, golden hair, and blue eyes. Beautiful as was Helen Sheppard, it was her eyes that held Colonel Zane irresistibly. They were unusually large, of a dark purple-blue that changed, shaded, shadowed with her every thought.
Zane that the colonel had gone to a log-raising; Jonathan had not been in for several days, and Betty went away with Will. "Where did they go?" asked Helen. "I'm not sure; I think down to the spring." Helen followed the familiar path through the grove of oaks into the glade. It was quite deserted.
When it reopened he was seen with a handkerchief in his hand and his hat pulled down over his eyes, as if he had been weeping. "Stop! stop! don't be going off that way!" interposed the fat fishwife. "You said you would tell us the news." "My friends," replied Calvin Van de Lear, with a look of the greatest pain, "Andrew Zane has not been heard from. I fear your suspicions are too true!"
"Indeed they will," answered Joe, and he told her the story of Isaac Zane; how he took his Indian bride home; how her beauty and sweetness soon won all the white people's love. "It will be so with you, my wife." "Whispering Winds knows so little," she murmured. "Why, you are learning every day, and even if such was not the case, you know enough for me."
Jake knows all about Fort Henry, and Jeff Lynn, the hunter outside, he knows Eb and Jack Zane, and Wetzel, and all those Fort Henry men. You'll be gettin' married out there, won't you?" "You are quite wrong," said Nell, who all the while Mrs. Wentz was speaking grew rosier and rosier. "We're not anything " Then Nell hesitated and finally ceased speaking.
"Grand!" breathed Helen, and her eyes glowed. "It was then Betty Zane ran with the powder? Oh! I've heard the story." "Let my sister tell you of that," said the colonel, smiling. "You! Was it you?" And Helen's eyes glowed brighter with the light of youth's glory in great deeds.
The successful issue of this perilous enterprise infused new spirit into the garrison; re-enforcements soon reached them, the assailants were forced to beat a precipitate retreat, and Fort Henry and the whole frontier was saved, thanks to the heroism of Elizabeth Zane! We condense the story from the several sources from which it has come down to us.
"Not for a very long time, Noah." "But I am not afraid of Betty's bar. He growls at me when I throw sticks at him, and snaps his teeth. Can I go with you next time?" "My brother came over from Short Creek to-day. He has been to Fort Pitt," interposed Mrs. Zane.
Trembling, she stood up to see, easily recognizable in the moonlight, the tall buckskin-garbed figure of Jonathan Zane. "Well, sir," she called, sharply, yet with a tremor in her voice. The borderman came forward and stood in front of her. Somehow he appeared changed. The long, black rifle, the dull, glinting weapons made her shudder. Wilder and more untamable he looked than ever.
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