The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1900-11-09

had escaped
/, Overcome by the reaction, the brave
girl sank into the chair she had risen
from and gave way to flood of nerv-
GUS, hysterical tears.
! OF course there could only be one re-
ward for such gallantry, if the term
may be applied to woman's brave
deeds. A ~. G." was out of the ques-
| ton; BESIDES the great Italian eyes
had worked sad havoc with Herkomer
before the advent of the cobra.
Love made her brave" mused the
major as his Burma pony ratified him
over the metaled road Of the canton
ment late that night; "but she's we'll
bred one anyway, and blood will tell.
God, how she stood there and never
flinched, with that devil in her hand!"
emily bushes that had swept over the
| sweet face as he talked to her of love,
of the love that had been in his mind
| for days and weeks before the appear
ance of that sinister visitor.
! With Jesuitical complaisance Herko-
mer began to feel deuced glad that the
cobra had precipitated matters by polk
ing his ugly. head into their tete-a-tete
1t had given him the opportunity to
risk 1t all on single throw of the dice,
and he had won-won with the other
fellow, her fathers great friend, Count
Rubitino, bad second.
Count Rubitino was dilettante, an
amateur scientist, ostensibly devoted,
like Minora's father, the professor, to
the discovery of an antidote to the
virus OF the cobra and kharite.
"All dashed rot!' said Herkomer to
the little iron gray that was carrying
him SO CALAMITY along. "Minora's his
game. and l have beaten him, nv
boy-beaten him clean out Of his boots.
by Jove" and he chuckled to himself
as he thought of the bally row both the
count and the professor would kick up
when they learned how the land Law.
AS he logged home from parade next
morning Herkomer brought his pony
up alongside of Surgeon Thornycroft.
Come over and have breakfast with
me. l want to have talk with YOU.
old man." he said
The preliminary of the talk was an
account of what had happened the
night before over the advent of the
thing with the spectacles, for he and
Ihornycroft were even as Damon and
Pythias in the olden time
Now for the sequel, my boy" he
said as he drew his chair closer to
Thornycroft, land then want you to
tell what is the matter with me-"
Thornycroft shot suspicious pro-
fessional look over the physical map
of his friends exterior, searching for
touches of liver" ''sun." Burma
head" 'pegcitis" or other unique COM
plant Indigenous to that land
Its this" said Herkomer thought
fully-"I woke up about 3 o'clock in
the morning. as near as can Judge,
with a peculiar tingling sensation
through every nerve of my body, as
though some poison were coursing
through my veins. Sitting in chair
beside my bed was the figure of man.
Il spoke to it. thinking that the bear
err had fallen asleep there.
1.-THE figure did not move got up
and struck match. lighting candle
which stood on the table l dislodged
a bottle of soda in my fumbling about
for match, and it rolled off, striking
the cement floor and exploding with a
report like gun.
"Still the figure did not move. 1t
must be the bearer, thought. Only a
bearer could sleep through such a jolly
row.
"When l turned the light of the can
die on the face of the sleeper, what do
you suppose | saw, Thornycroft?" And
Herkomer leaned over until his trou-
bled, questioning eyes were brought
close into the surgeons face, and he
gripped Thornycroft's wrist till his fin
gers seemed eating into the flesh.
cone of the fellows who had tarried
long at the gym and lost the number
of his NESS answered the other care
lessly, knocking the ashes off the end
of his cheroot.
81 saw myself dead" continued the
major. taking no notice of his friends
chaff-"dead. and cobra clinging to
my arm!'
LlNeF anu sun DOlu, SlSueu luOrQV-
croft mentally.
"Of course you'll call it dream"
added Herkomer. .'but this morning
the soda bottle was in fragments on
the floor. the candle had been lighted,
and the sole of my foot was bleeding
where had stepped on a piece of the
broken glass; besides, know l was
awake. Now, what do you make Of
that?' he asked triumphantly.
what do you make of it?" queried
the surgeon as he hunted about for his
helmet. make nothing of it. Only
don't let it occur again, and as pre-
ventive is better than cure in this
country, take run up to Darjeeling.
1t may save you the expense of trip
home. There is little angel sits up
above, in these days of robbery by
ruinous exchange, who sends us these
warnings. with postscript added,
Look to your liver So the next time
your chum comes take him up to OAR
feeling and let the mountain winds
carpet beat the Jungle fever ont of his