Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1907-10-11
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FROM The ROMANTIC AMERICAN DRAMA.
THE NOVELIZATION BY A. D. HALL.
CHAPTER X.
The Black Bottle.

came the violent ejaculation.
Then, intent only on revenge upon
the man who had thus dared to ar
raign him, and caring not one whit for
the consequences so long as this
vengeance was accomplished, ne
bounded toward the mantel and reach
ed for a rifle which hung above 1t.
Murder was on his face and in his
heart, and murder would undoubtedly
have resulted, had not another oppor-
tunely appeared upon the scene. This
latter was Swiftwind. who had been
waiting in the laboratory, and VINO
now interfered.
One swift glance at the. attitudes of
the two men, and the Indian correctly
gauged the situation.
Excuse the interruption, DOCTOR
he said, quietly, yet with an under
tone of command, "but were those
bottles relabeled this morning."
Sherwoods hand dropped from the
barrel of the rifle, and, trembling in
every limb, he stood motionless, rest
ing one elbow upon the mantel.
carried down upon the desk and look
ed over his shoulder at Wallace.
by the way, Mr.. Gray" he said,
you would better wait for me outside.
1 am responsible for your appearance
tomorrow, end If anything were to
happen to you, it might embarrass
me-"
Both his hearers thoroughly compre-
hended the double meaning OF his
words. Sherwood neither moved nor
spoke, and Wallace, after one glance
full of unspeakable scorn at the man
who but a moment before had been
ready to take his life, turned and
quietly left the room.
Swiftwind bent over the medicine
case and began to examine its con-
tents.
With an effort Sherwood recovered
his self control.
81 think you will find the bottles all
right, John" he said, attempting to
speak in the most matter-of-fact man
ner possible.
Swiftwind was not sorry to hear him
speak thus. He had already made up
his mind that it was best to ignore
what had just occurred. He did not
care to enter into any controversy
with the surgeon, and 1t was relief
to have the latter apparently Of the
same opinion.
Dorothy is usually accurate" he
replied, holding one bottle after anoth-
er up to the light to find what he was
in search Of; quite a little doctor.
Why, what's this?" with sudden
start. Don't look like morphine"
He brought the bottle over to the
table to the strong light of a large
lamp.
Good heavens!" he cried, in a tone
Of horror Your cholera germs"
whats that?" exclaimed Sherwood,
genuinely startled as he hurried over
to his assistants side.
Your cholera germs, with morphine
label"
Heavens! Is it possible?"
Swiftwind raised his eyes and look
ed him full in the face. but Sherwood
met his gaze calmly, and the Indian
felt that his vague suspicion was un-
founded. And this indeed was true.
Sherwood was really surprised at the
discovery. 1t had unquestionably
been a mistake on the part Of Dorothy
Then a sudden idea shot through his
brain. Was not this manifestly the
finger of fate pointing to the road he
had dimly seen, longing and yet fear
ing to travel?
AS this thought took root in his
mind, he shuddered instinctively.
But Swiftwind was again bending
over the phial, and did not observe
this. If he had. perhaps his suspi-
cions would once more have been
aroused
THE germs were in this dark bot
tie. were they not?"
Yes, yes-a dark bottle" repeated
Sherwood, mechanically, scarcely con-
scious of what he was saying.
You have not used it today?" ask
ed Swiftwind, looking up in sudden
alarm.
mo. indeed. would have discov-
cred the mistake any way. I'll attend
To- them. Did you find what you
wanted?"
Yes" answered Swiftwind. 'the
quinine Young Gray seems little
feverish tonight"
Don't forget to change those labels,
Sherwood"
II won't forget Good night, John"
Good night. Doctor
The Indian went out to join the
young man who was placed in his
charge.
Left alone, Sherwood sank down
heavily in a chair, thankful that at
last there was no reason for dissimu-
lation and he was free to give full
rein to his thoughts. And those
thoughts. If given to the world, would
have been shocking to the vast ma
jority of people, and would probably,
nay undoubtedly, have caused his ar
rest, as a dangerous foe to society and
to one member of it in particular.
At that moment he was dangerously
near hating his wife. She had hurt
his pride. and, more than that, she
stood between him and the woman for
whose possession he eagerly longed.
or at least he thought that she did.
It was monomania undoubtedly, but
a monomania which no reasoning on
his part, or on the part of any one else
could effect
Florence loved young Gray. He saw
II in her face as she clung to his neck.
D. him! He would make him suffer
for that. Now. he could understand
her indifference, her sleeplessness for
the past two weeks. 1t was because
she was worried as to the fate Of Wal
lace Gray. >
Her sleeplessness! Would that she
could sleep forever! She needed NOR
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