The people's recorder. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1893-1925, 1898-03-19

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news, I hope?" he said quickly.
cob, no." she returned. .'This is
a : '"r from Olga, and she always
RI o up the wrong way, somehow.
ol' Us: L presume you arc having
Il Get time; now tell me what is
II ramplcd roscleaf in all this hap
= i?-for there must he oncr And
l light for II moment, if ever ono
81 Il come, if it could go on like
LIS always without changing. It seems
, 'oEood to be true" she added in n
oW9tone; 'but there is absolutely not
" a crumplcd roseleaf so far."
No, dear" he said quietly, bend
down and kissing her hands;
re is 10 serpent. in Dur Eden!'
was only afterwards he rcmcm-
L tho bitter irony of Fate That
nptcd those words, and they were
u absorbed again in their letters
s,,.. themselves. The men we're down
stairs in the cabin, md 40 one noticed
the tiny black adder which had crept
from the basket of flowers, and now
' summing himself OH tho deck Just
lind Molly's chair. The wurmtl
;hc sun mndo him quite lively, and
- began creeping about, and grad
:" .ly disappeared under tho chair.
= suddenly sho sat up with u sharp
3 y: "Oh! Harry, something has hurt
: y foot" she said; and, looking down,
ere lny across lie" instcp the little
lake, its head firmly fixed into tho
uk stocking. With n muiiled excla-
rlation of horror Harry tore it off, and
lung it into the sea; tho pretty white
DOT lay bare, and seen through the
rent i'll the stocking were threo tiny
red punctures. -. 'stlcy rushed
down the cabin -. u, Il ~ hurry:
"Williams, Williams" ...:.. ',nu
must so Oh shore ut once, II. "
do your hear? Mrs. Ashley has d..
stung by Il snake, go and bring q doc
rs quickly rs ever you can" Con-
ing back he took up the huge basil :
OF flowers, and pitched them o,el,
board; then, taking poor Molly ir ~
arms, he carried her to her Obi:
where her maid bathcd her poo. La,
foot. It was swelling a%lrca.!v, lat
there was no pain.
It'll sit Oh the deck until ~ doc.
tor cr&os, Harry" sic "a. ehad.
"Plena slon't worry, I dol 4 in,ieye !.
was ~ II. 'g hrt :, oor1; - ,.ddc-."
.t%t'"' ii h%,~, ha !ooked very
81 cannot say anything for some
time YETI" he said, after examining
tho sting. CT don't like tho entire
absence Of pain. Can you not de-
scribe to INC what the snake or adder
looked like?"
But poor Harry had flung it away
without looking, and was in such a
state That he could absolutely rclncm.
Der nothing. Gradually poor Molly
Sot worse, the swelling increased, and
Il terrible numbness, which crcpt
slowly right over the body, set in.
doctor stayed OH, but more for
the sake of Mr.. Ashley, who was be-
side himself with grief, than for Molly,
who lay quite still and quiet in nkind
- .'r's.'. ,'um which nothing could
30, "'". AnoE: six in the evening
size awoAc, ANA ':intly asked for her
husband.
"Dcar love-" sh, -Hi.l, putting hor
arms around his nec.. ~ not to take
it too hardly if - Il Harry left
her and rushed OH deck.
Good God, Wilson," 81 led, to
the doctor, "can't you do .r. ,:,inY2
Lets have someone else, lc. ="
his eye fell on tho native WHO had
brought over the flowers in the morn
ing, standing talking to Williams, and
i'll his frenzy, no turned on him.
You scoundrel," he said, going IL,
to him, edo you know your careless-
ness has killed my wife? Ii she dies,
LII have you thrown into the sca!'
MASTER Harry" said the staid
Williams, who had been his master
since he WAS n boy, "don't hurt the
man.; he's n native, and these natives
arc sometimes very clever with medi-
cines, perhaps he cn1 do something
for my mistress!"
God bless you for thinking Of it.
Williams" he sail in n broken voice:
"you tell him, you can understand his
jargon," and he went down again to
Molly.
Williams explained as we'll rs he
could what had happened, and tho
man with q glimmer of understanding.
thought lie could SEQ what kind of a
snake it was from tho wound it had
inflicted. He was accordingly shown
into Mrs. Ashley $ cabin, and after
looking Mt the puncturcs, at once hur-
ried away, saying he would bring some
thing, but lie was afraid, he coniided
to Williams, that it was too late.
Most OF us can cnll to mcmory some
time III III lives, some specinl hour
when every moment seems n year, rand
though 0 suppressed cxcitamenR flls