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

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newsiI ~hopo?"he said quickly.
sob, no." she returned. "This is
a i 'ar from Olga, and she always
ru'2 cup the wrong way, somehow.
Sl'o "ys: Tpresume you are having
q Fleet time; now tell me what is
IT," rrumpled roseleaf in all this hap
p" Hi?-for there must be one!' And
l ir"'1ght for q moment, if over one
sh":'d come, if it could go on like
f'ls; always without changing. It seems
tooEood to be true" she added.in q
lovNtone; "but there is absolutely not
* a crumpled roseleaf so far"
'No, dear" he said quietly, bend
&C. down and kissing her hands;
|Hure is no serpent. in our Eden!"
was only afterwards he remem-
d the bitter irony of Fate that
'n'npted those words, and they were
: ',i absorbed again in their letters
aEi themselves. The men were down
stairs in the cabin, and no one noticed
the tiny black adder which had crept
from tho basket of flowers, and now
n summing himself on the deck just
f.. lind Molly's chair. The warmth
q! tho sun made him quite lively, md
~ began creeping about, and grad
lly disappeared under the chair.
ss Suddenly she sat up with a shnrp
~: "Oh!. Harry, something has hurt
~ loot" she said; and, looking down,
' 9 lay across her instep the little
lake, its head firmly fixed into the
silk stocking. With n mufaed excla-
'nation of horror Harry tore it off, and
lung it into the sea; the pretty white
foot lay bare, and seen through the
rent in the stocking were three tiny
red punctures. MI. Ashley rushed
down the cabin strt. IN II had hurry:
Williams, Williams" u cailev 'tvou
must go on shore Of once, IA. onc,--
do your hear? Mrs. Ashley has be-,
stung by a snake, go and bring O doc
tor as quickly rs ever you can" Con-
ing back he took up the huge basl 1T
OF flowers, and pitched them yer
board; then, taking poor Molly in lis
amps, he carried her to her cabin.
where her maid bathed her poor li'.i,
foot. It was swelling already, but
there was no pain. ssF :
.'Ill sit on the deck, until .s.{e doc,
tor c'Aes, Harry" she innehnd.
"Pleas, SElon't worry, I dor. i be.ieye #
was So W'HksS s 3ng hut nI-eorl5 e. As.adesr 8, 8:
Bp,5 &SsstIt,."Ha A-Ha*1tS6esdoo
kjasRs'uf q hour, he looked very;
"Ixcannot say anything for some
time YETI" he said, after examining
the sting. .I don't like the entire
absence Of pain. Can you not de-
scribe to me whatthe snake or adder
looked like?" y
But poor Harry had flung it away
without looking, and was in such q
state that he could absolutely remom;.:
Der nothing. Gradually poor Molly
got worse, the swelling increased, and
u terrible numbness, which crept
slowly right owe the body, set in.
Tho doctor stayed on, but more for
tho sake of Mr.. Ashley, who was be-
side himself with grief, than for Molly,
who lay quite still and quiet in o kind
q :tupo: from which nothing could
r"ns. ''2r. About six in the evening
she awokc, and f.intly asked for her
husband. r&iS
"Dear love-" she laid, putting her
arms around his necl ':rynot to take
WV n"ioiJ Al - WI LARRY lett
her md rushed on deck.
Good God, Wilson," he lried, to
tho doctor. "can't you do anythingS
Lets have someone else, let'a-"
his eye fell o. the native who had
brought over the flowers in the morn
ing, standing talking to Williams. and
i'll his fronzy, no turned on him.
You scoundrel," he said, going up
to him, edo you know your careless
ness has killed my wife? If she dies,
LII have you thrown into. the seal"
Master Harry" said the staid
Williams, who had been his master
sinoo he was o boy, "don't hurt the
man; he's a native, and these natives
are sometimes very clever with medi-
cines, perhaps he can do something
for my mistress!"
God bless you for thinking of it.
Williams" he said in O broken voice:
lyon tell him, you can understand his
largon," and, he went down, again to
Molly.
Williams explained as we'll as he
could what had happened, and the
man with O glimmer of understanding.
thought he could see what kind of q
snake it was from the wound it Ind
inflicted. He was accordingly shown
INTO Mrs. Ashley G cabin, and after
looking at the pnnctnres, ut once hurr--
away, saying he would bring some
thing, but he was afraid, he conided
to Williams, that it was too late.
Most Of ns can call to memory some;
lime in our lives, some special hour
when every moment seems o year band!
though Q suppressed excitement HllFs