betty zane-第8章
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breathless when she reached Colonel Zane's house； and hesitated on the step before entering。 Summoning her courage she pushed open the door。 The first thing that struck her after the bright light was the pungent odor of strong liniment。 She saw several women neighbors whispering together。 Major McColloch and Jonathan Zane were standing by a couch over which Mrs。 Zane was bending。 Colonel Zane sat at the foot of the couch。 Betty saw this in the first rapid glance； and then； as the Colonel's wife moved aside； she saw a prostrate figure； a white face and dark eyes that smiled at her。
〃Betty；〃 came in a low voice from those pale lips。
Her heart leaped and then seemed to cease beating。 Many long years had passed since she had heard that voice； but it had never been forgotten。 It was the best beloved voice of her childhood； and with it came the sweet memories of her brother and playmate。 With a cry of joy she fell on her knees beside him and threw her arms around his neck。
〃Oh； Isaac； brother； brother！〃 she cried； as she kissed him again and again。 〃Can it really be you？ Oh； it is too good to be true！ Thank God！ I have prayed and prayed that you would be restored to us。〃
Then she began to cry and laugh at the same time in that strange way in which a woman relieves a heart too full of joy。 〃Yes； Betty。 It is all that is left of me；〃 he said； running his hand caressingly over the dark head that lay on his breast。
〃Betty； you must not excite him；〃 said Colonel Zane。
〃So you have not forgotten me？〃 whispered Isaac。
〃No； indeed； Isaac。 I have never forgotten；〃 answered Betty； softly。 〃Only last night I spoke of you and wondered if you were living。 And now you are here。 Oh； I am so happy！〃 The quivering lips and the dark eyes bright with tears spoke eloquently of her joy。
〃Major will you tell Captain Boggs to come over after supper？ Isaac will be able to talk a little by then； and he has some news of the Indians；〃 said Colonel Zane。
〃And ask the young man who saved my life to come that I may thank him；〃 said Isaac。
〃Saved your life？〃 exclaimed Betty； turning to her brother； in surprise； while a dark red flush spread over her face。 A humiliating thought had flashed into her mind。
〃Saved his life； of course；〃 said Colonel Zane； answering for Isaac。 〃Young Clarke pulled him out of the river。 Didn't he tell you？〃
〃No；〃 said Betty； rather faintly。
〃Well； he is a modest young fellow。 He saved Isaac's life； there is no doubt of that。 You will hear all about it after supper。 Don't make Isaac talk any more at present。〃
Betty hid her face on Isaac's shoulder and remained quiet a few moments； then； rising； she kissed his cheek and went quietly to her room。 Once there she threw herself on the bed and tried to think。 The events of the day； coming after a long string of monotonous； wearying days； had been confusing； they had succeeded one another in such rapid order as to leave no time for reflection。 The meeting by the river with the rude but interesting stranger； the shock to her dignity； Lydia's kindly advice； the stranger again； this time emerging from the dark depths of disgrace into the luminous light as the hero of her brother's rescueall these thoughts jumbled in her mind making it difficult for her to think clearly。 But after a time one thing forced itself upon her。 She could not help being conscious that she had wronged some one to whom she would be forever indebted。 Nothing could alter that。 She was under an eternal obligation to the man who had saved the life she loved best on earth。 She had unjustly scorned and insulted the man to whom she owed the life of her brother。
Betty was passionate and quick…tempered； but she was generous and tender…hearted as well； and when she realized how unkind and cruel she kind been she felt very miserable。 Her position admitted of no retreat。 No matter how much pride rebelled； no matter how much she disliked to retract anything she had said； she knew no other course lay open to her。 She would have to apologize to Mr。 Clarke。 How could she？ What would she say？ She remembered how cold and stern his face had been as he turned from her to Lydia。 Perplexed and unhappy； Betty did what any girl in her position would have done： she resorted to the consoling and unfailing privilege of her sexa good cry。
When she became composed again she got up and bathed her hot cheeks； brushed her hair； and changed her gown for a becoming one of white。 She tied a red ribbon about her throat and put a rosette in her hair。 She had forgotten all about the Indians。 By the time Mrs。 Zane called her for supper she had her mind made up to ask Mr。 Clarke's pardon； tell him she was sorry； and that she hoped they might be friends。
Isaac Zane's fame had spread from the Potomac to Detroit and Louisville。 Many an anxious mother on the border used the story of his captivity as a means to frighten truant youngsters who had evinced a love for running wild in the woods。 The evening of Isaac's return every one in the settlement called to welcome home the wanderer。 In spite of the troubled times and the dark cloud hanging over them they made the occasion one of rejoicing。
Old John Bennet； the biggest and merriest man in the colony； came in and roared his appreciation of Isaac's return。 He was a huge man； and when he stalked into the room he made the floor shake with his heavy tread。 His honest face expressed his pleasure as he stood over Isaac and nearly crushed his hand。
〃Glad to see you； Isaac。 Always knew you would come back。 Always said so。 There are not enough damn redskins on the river to keep you prisoner。〃
〃I think they managed to keep him long enough；〃 remarked Silas Zane。
〃Well； here comes the hero；〃 said Colonel Zane； as Clarke entered； accompanied by Captain Boggs； Major McColloch and Jonathan。 〃Any sign of Wetzel or the Indians？〃
Jonathan had not yet seen his brother； and he went over and seized Isaac's hand and wrung it without speaking。
〃There are no Indians on this side of the river；〃 said Major McColloch； in answer to the Colonel's question。
〃Mr。 Clarke； you do not seem impressed with your importance；〃 said Colonel Zane。 〃My sister said you did not tell her what part you took in Isaac's rescue。〃
〃I hardly deserve all the credit；〃 answered Alfred。 〃Your big black dog merits a great deal of it。〃
〃Well； I consider your first day at the fort a very satisfactory one； and an augury of that fortune you came west to find。
〃How are you？〃 said Alfred； going up to the couch where Isaac lay。
〃I am doing well； thanks to you；〃 said Isaac； warmly shaking Alfred's hand。
〃It is good to see you pulling out all right；〃 answered Alfred。 〃I tell you； I feared you were in a bad way when I got you out of the water。〃
Isaac reclined on the couch with his head and shoulder propped up by pillows。 He was the handsomest of the brothers。 His face would have been but for the marks of privation； singularly like Betty's； the same low； level brows and dark eyes； the same mouth； though the lips were stronger and without the soft curves which made his sister's mouth so sweet。
Betty appeared at the door； and seeing the room filled with men she hesitated a moment before coming forward。 In her white dress she made such a dainty picture that she seemed out of place among those surroundings。 Alfred Clarke； for one； thought such a charming vision was wasted on the rough settlers； every one of whom wore a faded and dirty buckskin suit and a belt containing a knife and a tomahawk。 Colonel Zane stepped up to Betty and placing his arm around her turned toward Clarke with pride in his eyes。
〃Betty； I want to make you acquainted with the hero of the hour； Mr。 Alfred Clarke。 This is my sister。〃
Betty bowed to Alfred； but lowered her eyes instantly on encountering the young man's gaze。
〃I have had the pleasure of meeting Miss Zane twice today；〃 said Alfred。
〃Twice？〃 asked Colonel Zane； turning to Betty。 She did not answer； but disengaged herself from his arm and sat down by Isaac。
〃It was on the river road that I first met Miss Zane； although I did not know her then；〃 answered Alfred。 〃I had some difficulty in stopping her pony from going to Fort Pitt； or some other place down the ri
