The true Democrat. [volume] (Bayou Sara [La.]) 1892-1928, 1898-03-19

,he saws: 4 presume you are having 81
' nerfect time: now tell me what IS :,
:he crumpled roseleaf in oil TINS Is nap p =,
there must be one! Anu ~ ~,
{ thought for moment, II ever , one o.
should come, if it could go on like
this always without changing IL seems ~ . i
too good to be true" she added IN a -
low tone: "but there is absolutely no' v
even a crumpled roseleaf SO far. +;
mo. dear" he said quietly, bend !;
ing down and kissing her r, han nc
There is no serpent in our Eden!
It was only afterwards he rem EN-
bered the bitter irony Of Fate that
prompted those words, and they were ,
soon absorbed again in their letters
md themselves. The men were down,
stairs in the cabin, and no one notlcea
the tiny black adder which had crepS
from tic basket Of flowers, and now
Inv summing himself on the deck 1us'
behind Molly's chair. The Warmsa
Of the sun made him quite lively ana
he w boran creeping about, and grad
ually disappeared under the oha Ill.,,
Suddenly she sat up with q snatp
crv: "Oh! Harry, something has hurt
nv NV foot" she said; and, looking down. own
t there Inv across her instep the little
snake. its head firmly fixed into tho
silk stocking. With mutfied excla,
nation Of horror Harry tore it OFT, ana
annr it into the sea; the pretty white
foot 10y bore, and seen through I'M. !ne
rant in the stocking were three tiny
red punctures. Mr.. Ashley rushed
: down the cabin steps in mad hurry:
! civilians, Williams" he called; you
l must 90 on shore at once, at once
do YOUR hear? Mrs. Ashley has been
stung by snake, go and bring q aoc-
: tor as quickly as ever you can. Com.
Q iua I hack he took up the huge basket
g Of flowers, aud pitched them over
d hoard; then, taking poor Molly in his
arms. he carried her to her CABIN,
J. where her maid bathed her poor little
,, foot It was swelling already, ou'
TX "Tll sit on the deck until the doc
g. tor comes, Harry" she laughed
Is "please don't worry, I don't believe
< was anything but a common ADDER.
But when the boat brought the doc
4: tor in about an hour, he1ooked yer,
~ grave.
VI IT cannot say anything for some
~ time yet;" he said, after examlnln
I" the sting. II don't like the entlr
or absence Of pain. Can you not az a
ei scribe to me what the snake or adde
Ut looked like?"
nv n But Door Harry had flung it ava
az without looking, and was in such
u; ;,' state that he could absolutely remen
~. Der nothing. Gradually poor Mol
~ rot worse, the swelling increased, or
:, terrible numbness, which ere
lo, slowly right over the body, set i
t vs. The doctor stayed on, but more +
Nv - the sake Of Mr.. Ashley, who was
l ~ side himself with grief, than for Mol
: :Is, who Law quite still and quiet in XII
llss Of stupor from which nothing cou
."st rouse her. About six in the event.
'." y she awoke, and family asked for b
husband. :,
~ "Dear love-" she said, putting b
,,o -. arms around his neck, try not to to
',J, it too hardlyif i but Harry
her and rushed on deck. :,
.,o "Good God, Wilson," he cried,
,, W. tho doctor, "can't you do anythl1
10y 10y Let's have someone else, let's
o sho his eye fell on the native who
0oA brought over the flowers in the me
., ing, standing talking to Williams,
oula in his frenzy, he turned on him.
you? "yon sco',ndrel. he said, going
'ome to him, edo you know your carel
ness has killed my wife? If she d
the I'll have you thrown into the sea!
one "Master Harry" said the s
ID to Williams, who had been his ma
in since no was boy, "don't hurt
If by man; he's a native, and these nat
settle arc sometimes very clever with m
ClneS, perhaps Ao '"'' Wv
maze; for my mistress!'
'rasoi Good bless you for thinking o.
1e OF Williams" he said in broken W
oas- "you tell him, you can understan!
jargon," and he went down agal
,hell Molly.
etters williams explained as we'll a
okinS could what had happened, and
read man with glimmer Of UNDERSTAND
IN his thought he could see what kind
weeks snake it was from the wound it
es lie inflicted. He was accordingly 81
q her into Mrs. Ashley S cabin, and
" her looking at the punctures, at once
" last ried away, saying he would bring s
sh OF thing, but he was afraid, he con
'up TO to Williams, that it was too late.
Most of us can call to memory
it is time in our lives, some special
IN tho when every moment seems year
ng his though suppressed excitement
and I us, yet we seem unnaturally
lg out waiting-waiting-we know
whether for life or death, for
ompli- ness or misery to fall to our lot.
ried a If Harry Ashley had been