The Falls City tribune., 1909-02-26

Told You So! See Him WriggIe!"
ters in such a different light from a
man. But you should know that there
are some things a gentleman cannot
tolerate
You were welcome TO all the water
in the flask. Surely with that you
could have waited, if only 10 please
me"
"Ah, if you put it that way, | must
beg pardon. Anything to please you,
I'm sure, Pray forgive he, and for
get the incident. 1t is now past"
Il hope SOL she murmured; but her
heart sank as she glanced at his sal
low face, aud she recalled his languid.
feeble movements.
Piqued by her look, Winthrope
started back through the glade. Miss
Leslie was turning to follow, when
she caught sight of a gorgeous Grim
son blossom under the nearest tree. 1t
was the first flower she had seer since
being shipWrecked. She uttered a lit
tie cry Of delight. and ran to pluck the
blossom.
Winthrope. glaneing about at her
exclamation, saw her stoop oyer the
fower-and in the same instant he
saw a huge, vivid coil, all black and
green and yellow, flash up out of the
bedded leaves and strike against the
girl. She staggered back, screaming
with horror, yet seemed unable to run.
Wiarnrope swung up his stick, II
dashed across the glade toward her.
What is it-a snake?' he cried.
The girl did not seem to hear him.
She had ceased screaming, and stool
rigid with fright, glazing down at the
ground before her. In a moment VIM
thrope was near enough TO make out
the brilliant glistening Aody, now eX-
tended full length in the grass. 1t was
rearly five feet long and thick as his
thigh. Another step, and he saw the
hideous triangular head, lifted a lew
inches on the thick neck. The cold
ayes were fixed upon the girl in a
malignant, deadly stare.
Snake, snake" he yelled, and
thrust his cane at the reptiles tail.
Again came a flashing leap of the
beautiful ornate coil, and the stick
was struck from Winthrope's hand.
He danced backward, wild with ex.
element.
"Snake!-Hi. Blake! monster!-
Run, Miss Leslie. I'll hold him-lH
get another stick
H. JnrtoI a1ila tn o1tah nm a
branch, and then ran in and struck
boldly at the adder, which reared
kissing to meet him But the blow
fell short, and the rotten wood shat
tered ON the ground. Again WIN
thrope ran aside for a stick. There
was none near, and as he paused to
glance about, Blake came %sprintins
down the glade.
"Where?" he shouted.
"There-Hi, look out, You'll be on
HIM"
Blake stopped short, barely beyond
striking distance of the kissing rep,
tile.
Wow" he yelled. Puff adder!
I'll fix him"
He leaped back, and thrust MS DOW
at the snake. The challenge was met
by a vicious lunge. Even where he
stood WINTHROP heard the thud of the
reptiles head upon the ground.
Now, once more, tootsie,' Knocked
Blake, swinging up his club.
Again the adder struck at the bow
tip, more viciously than before. With
the flash of the stroke, Blake's right
foot thrust forward, and his club
came down with all the drive of his
sinewy arm behind it. The blow fell
across the thickest part of the adder's
outstretched body.
Told you sol See him wiggle,"
shouted Blake. Broke his back, first
lick What's the matter. Miss Jen-
ny? He cant do anything now"
Miss Leslie did not answer She
stood rigid, her face ~ashy-gray, her