a s i sat in the officers' quarters, listening to the conversation regarding existing conditions at the fort and the unrest among the indians of the border, my thoughts kept veering from the sudden and ungracious disappearance of mademoiselle to the early seeking after that hapless orphan child for whose sake i had already travelled so far and entered into such danger. evidently, if i was to aid her my quest must be no longer interrupted.
with characteristic gallantry, de croix had at once been attracted toward lieutenant helm's young and pretty bride, and they two had already forgotten all sense of existing peril in a most animated discussion of the latest fashionable modes in montreal. i was not a little amused by the interest manifest in her soft blue eyes as she spoke with all the art of a woman versed in such mysteries, and at the languid air of ? 120 ? elegance with which he bore himself. meanwhile, i answered as best i might the flood of questions addressed to me by the two officers, who, having been shut out from the world so long, were naturally eager for military news from fort wayne and from the seat of government. as these partially ceased, i asked:
"has a date been set for the abandonment of the fort?"
"we march out upon the fifteenth," was helm's reply, "the day after to-morrow, unless something occurs meanwhile to change captain heald's plans. i confess i dread its coming, much as i imagine a condemned man might dread the date of his execution," and his grave eyes wandered toward his young wife, as if fearful his words might be overheard by her. "there are other lives than mine endangered, and their peril makes duty doubly hard."
"lieutenant," i said, recalled to my own mission by these words, "i myself am seeking to be of service to one here,—the young daughter of one roger matherson, an old soldier who died at this post last month. he was long my father's faithful comrade in arms, and with his dying breath begged our care for his orphan child. it has come to us as a sacred trust, and i was despatched upon this errand. can you tell me where this girl is to be found?"
before he could frame a reply, for he was somewhat slow of speech, his wife, who had turned from ? 121 ? de croix, and was listening with interest to my story, spoke impulsively.
"why, we have been wondering, mr. wayland, where she could have gone. not that we have worried, for she is a girl well able to care for herself, and of a most independent spirit. she disappeared very suddenly from the fort several days ago; we supposed she must have gone with my mother when mr. kinzie took his family back to their home."
"with mr. kinzie?" i questioned, for at that moment i could not recall hearing the name. "may i ask where that home is?"
"he is the very good step-father of my wife, and one she loves as truly as if he were her own father," answered helm, warmly; "a man among a thousand. mr. kinzie is an indian trader, and has been here for several years, if indeed he be not the first white settler, for old pointe au sable was a west indian mulatto. his relations with these savages who dwell near the great lake, and especially those of the pottawattomie and wyandot tribes, are so friendly that he has felt safe to remain with his family unguarded in his own home. they have always called him shaw-nee-aw-kee, the silver-man, and trust him as much as he trusts them. he is, besides, a great friend of sau-ga-nash, the half-breed wyandot; and that friendship is a great protection. his house is across the river, a little to the east of the fort; it can easily be seen ? 122 ? from the summit of the stockade. but we have had no direct communication for several days; the orders have been very strict since the gates were closed. it is not safe for our soldiers to venture outside except in force, and neither kinzie nor any of his family have lately visited us. doubtless they feel that to do so might arouse the suspicion of their indian friends."
"but are you sure they are there, and safe? and do you believe the one i seek will be found with them?"
"smoke rises from the chimney, as usual, and there was a light burning there last evening. we do not know certainly that your friend is there, but think such is the case, as she was extremely friendly with a young french girl in their employ named josette la framboise."
i sat in silence for some time, thinking, and neglectful of the conversation being carried on around me by the others, until we were called to supper by the soldier who officiated as steward for the officers' mess. i remember many details of the situation, as they were frankly discussed in my presence while we lingered at the table; yet my own reflections were elsewhere, as i was endeavoring to determine my duty regarding the safety of her whom i had come so far to aid. surely, my first object now must be to ascertain where she was, in order to be at her service when the hour for departure came. nor had i any time to spare, ? 123 ? if we were to march out on the fifteenth. i cannot describe, at this late day, how strangely my allegiance wavered, in that hour, between the unknown, unseen girl, and the fair, vivacious toinette. my heart drew me toward the one, my clear duty to the other; and i could see no way out of the dilemma except to find elsa matherson without delay, in order that the two should be close together where, as need arose, i could stand between them and whatever of evil impended.
i fear i was an indifferent guest, for i was never nimble of tongue, and that night i was more silent than usual. however, de croix most effectually hid my retirement by his rare good-humor and the sparkling badinage with which he concentrated all attention upon himself, and was consequently soon in the happiest of moods. i know not how the fellow succeeded in working the miracle, but he sat at the board, upon mrs. helm's left hand, powdered and curled as if he were gracing a banquet at the tuileries. his ruffled shirt, glittering buckles, and bright blue waistcoat, were startling amid such homely surroundings; while his neatly folded handkerchief of lace exhaled a delicate perfume. deeply as i was immersed in my own thoughts and plans, i could not help admiring his easy grace, and more than once forgot myself in listening to his marvellous tales and witty anecdotes.
he was detailing a recent scandal of the french court, passing delicately over its more objectionable ? 124 ? features, when i grasped the opportunity to slip unobserved from the room into the open of the parade-ground. it proved a dark night without, but the numerous lights in the surrounding buildings, whose doors and windows were open, sufficiently illumined the place, so that i found my way about with little difficulty. a group of soldiers lounged at the open door of the guard-house, and i paused a moment to speak with one, a curly-headed lad, who sat smoking, his back resting easily against the logs.
"are the outer gates ever opened at night?" i asked.
he glanced up at me in surprise, shading his eyes to be assured of my identity before speaking.
"scarcely either day or night now, sir," he replied, respectfully, "but between sunset and sunrise they are specially barred, and a double guard is set. no one can pass except on the order of captain heald."
"in which direction is the kinzie house?"
he pointed toward the northeast corner of the stockade.
"it is just over there, sir, across the river. you might see the light from the platform; beyond the shed yonder is the ladder that leads up into the block-house."
thanking him, i moved forward as directed, found the ladder, and pushed my way up through the narrow opening in the floor of the second story. the small ? 125 ? square room, feebly lighted by a single sputtering candle stuck in the shank of a bayonet, contained half a dozen men, most of them idling, although two were standing where they could readily peer out through the narrow slits between the logs. all of them were heavily armed, and equipped for service. they looked at me curiously as i first appeared, but the one who asked my business wore the insignia of a corporal, and was evidently in command.
"i wish to look out over the stockade, if there is no objection. i came in with captain wells's party this afternoon," i said, not knowing what their orders might be, or if i would be recognized.
"i remember you, sir," was the prompt response, "and you are at liberty to go out there if you desire. that is the door leading to the platform."
"the indians appear to be very quiet to-night."
"the more reason to believe them plotting some fresh deviltry," he answered, rising to his feet, and facing me. "we never have much to disturb us upon this side, as it overhangs the river and is not easy of approach; but the guard on the south wall is kept pretty busy these last few nights, and has to patrol the stockade. the indians have been holding some sort of a powwow out at their camp ever since dark, and that's apt to mean trouble sooner or later."
"then you keep no sentry posted on the platform?" i asked, a thought suddenly occurring to me.
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"not regularly, sir; only when something suspicious happens along the river. there's nobody out there now excepting the french girl,—she seems to be fond of being out there all alone."
the french girl? could it be possible that he meant toinette? i was conscious of a strange fluttering of the heart, as i stepped forth upon the narrow foot-way and peered along it, searching for her. i could distinguish nothing, however; and as i slowly felt my way forward, testing the squared log beneath me with careful foot and keeping hold with one hand upon the sharpened palisades, i began to believe the corporal had been mistaken. the door, closing behind, shut off the last gleam of light, and i was left alone in utter darkness and silence, save for the low rumble of voices within the fort enclosure, and the soft plashing below where the river current kissed the bank at the foot of the stockade.
i had gone almost the full length of that side, before i came where she was leaning against the logs, her chin resting upon one hand, her gaze turned north ward. indeed, so silent was she, so intent upon her own thought, i might have touched her unnoticed in the gloom, had not the stars broken through a rift in the cloud above us, and sent a sudden gleam of silver across her face.
"mademoiselle," i said, striving to address her with something of the ease i thought de croix would ? 127 ? exercise at such a moment, "i meant not to intrude upon your privacy, yet i am most glad to meet with you once more."
she started slightly, as though aroused from reverie, and glanced inquiringly toward me.
"i supposed my visitor to be one of the guard," she said pleasantly; "and even now i am unable to distinguish your face, yet the sound of the voice re minds me of john wayland."
"i am proud to know that it has not already been forgotten. you deserted me so suddenly this afternoon, i almost doubted my being welcome now."
she laughed lightly, tapping the ends of the logs with her finger-tips.
"have you, then, never learned that a woman is full of whims, monsieur?" she questioned. "why, this afternoon your eyes were so big with wonder that they had forgotten to look at me. truly, i spoke to you twice to aid me from the saddle; but you heard nothing, and in my desperation i was obliged to turn to the courtesy of captain de croix. ah, there is a soldier, my friend, who is never so preoccupied as to neglect his duty to a lady."
"it was indeed most ungallant of me," i stammered, scarce knowing whether she laughed at me or not. "yet my surroundings were all new, and i have not the training of dc croix in such matters."
"pah! 'tis just as well. i am inclined to like you ? 128 ? as you are, my friend, and we shall not quarrel; yet, with all his love for lesser things, your comrade has always shown himself a truly gallant gentleman."
i made no answer to these flattering words, for i felt them to be true; yet no less this open praise of him, falling from her lips, racked me sorely, and i lacked the art to make light of it.
"the soldiers in the block-house tell me you come here often," i ventured at last, for the dead silence weighed upon me. "you have never seemed to me like one who would seek such loneliness."
"i am one whom very few wholly comprehend, i fear, and surely not upon first acquaintance," she answered thoughtfully, "for i am full of strange moods, and perhaps dream more than other girls. this may have been born of my early convent training, and the mystic tales of the nuns; nor has it been lessened by the loneliness of the frontier. so, if i differ from other young women, you may know 'tis my training, as well as my nature, that may account for it. i have led a strange life, monsieur, and one that has known much of sadness. there are times when i seek my own thoughts, and find liking for no other company. then i come here, and in some way the loneliness of water and plain soothe me as human speech cannot. i used to love to stand yonder by the eastern wall and gaze out over the great lake, watching the green surges chase each other until they burst in spray along ? 129 ? the beach. but since i went adrift in the little boat, and felt the cruelty of the water, i have shrunk from looking out upon it. monsieur, have you never known how restful it sometimes is to be alone?"
"my life has mostly been a solitary one," i answered, responding unconsciously to her mood, and, in doing so, forgetting my embarrassment. "it is the birthright of all children of the frontier. indeed, i have seen so little of the great world and so much of the woods, that i scarcely realize what companionship means, especially that of my own age. i have made many a solitary camp leagues from the nearest settlement, and have tracked the forest alone for days together, so content with my own thought that possibly i understand your meaning better than if my life had been passed among crowds."
"ah! but i like the crowds," she exclaimed hastily, "and the glow and excitement of that brighter, fuller life, where people really live. it is so dull here,—the same commonplace faces, the tiresome routine of drill, the same blue sky, gray water, and green plains, to look upon day after day. oh, but it is all so wearisome, and you cannot conceive how i have longed again for montreal and the many little gaieties that brighten a woman's world. there are those here who have never known these happier things; their whole horizon of experience has been bounded by garrison palisades; but 'tis not so with me,—i tasted ? 130 ? of the sweet wine once, when i was a girl, and the memory never leaves me."
"yet you are often happy?"
"'tis my nature, monsieur, a legacy of my mother's people; but i am not always gay of heart when my lips smile."
"and the coming of the french gallant has doubtless freshened your remembrance of the past?" i said, a trifle bitterly.
"it has indeed," was her frank admission. "he represents a life we know so little about here on the far frontier. to you, with your code of border manliness, he may appear all affectation, mere shallow in sincerity; but to me, captain de croix represents his class, stands for the refinements of social order to which women can never be indifferent. those were the happiest days of my life, monsieur; and at montreal he was only one among many."
she was gazing out into the black void as she spoke, and the slowly clearing skies permitted the star-light to gleam in her dark eyes and reveal the soft contour of her cheek.
"you do not understand that?" she questioned finally, as i failed to break the silence.
"i have no such pleasant memory to look back upon," i answered; "yet i can feel, though possibly in a different way, your longing after better things."
"you realize this sense of loneliness? this absence ? 131 ? of all that makes life beautiful and worth the living?"
"perhaps not that,—for life, even here, is well worth living, and to my eyes the great sea yonder, and the dark forests, are of more interest than city streets. but in one sense i may enter into your meaning; my thought also is away from here,—it is with a home, scarcely less humble than are our present surroundings, yet it contains the one blessing worth striving after—love."
"love!" she echoed the unexpected word almost scornfully. "'tis a phrase so lightly spoken that i scarce know what it may signify to you. you love some one then, monsieur?" and she looked up at me curiously.
"my mother, mademoiselle."
i saw the expression upon her face change instantly. "your pardon," she exclaimed, hastily. "'twas not the meaning i had thought. i know something of such love as that, and honor you for thus expressing it."
"i have often wondered, since first we met, at your being here, seemingly alone, at this outermost post of the frontier. it seems a strange home for one of your refinement and evident delight in social life."
"'tis not from choice, monsieur. my mother died when i was but a child, as i have already told you. i scarce have memory of her, yet i bear her ? 132 ? name, and, i am told, inherit many of her peculiarities. she was the daughter of a great merchant at montreal, and the blood of a noble family of france flowed in her veins. she gave up all else to become my father's wife; nor did she ever live to regret it."
her voice was so low and plaintive that i hesitated to speak; yet finally, as she ceased, and silence fell between us, i asked another question:
"and 'twas then you voyaged into this wilderness with your father?"
"i have never since left him while he lived," she answered softly, her head resting upon her hand. "but he also has gone now, and i merely wait opportunity to journey eastward."
"he was a trader, you told me once?"
"a soldier first, monsieur; a true and gallant soldier, but later he traded with the indians for furs."
i felt that she was weeping softly, although i could see but little, and i leaned in silence against the rough logs, gazing out into the black night, hesitating to break in upon her grief. then a voice spoke rapidly at the farther end of the stockade, and a sudden glow of light shot like an arrow along the platform. i turned quickly, and there in the open doorway, clearly outlined against the candle flame, stood de croix.
