The Spanish Fork press. [volume] (Spanish Fork, Utah) 1902-current, 1910-05-19


put his lips to 1t, and sucked with
fierce energy.
Then the girl found her voice.
Go away-go away! How dare
you!" she cried, as her face flushed
scarlet
Blake turned, spat and burst out
with loud demand of Winthrope:
Quick! the little knife-Ill have to
slash it.! Ten times worse than rat
tlesnake-- Lord! you're slow-I'll use
mlne!"
Let go of me--let go! What do you
mean. sir?" cried the girl. struggling
to free herself.
Hold still, you little fool" he
shouted. Its death-sure death, IL
don't get the poison from that bite!"
I'm not bitten Let go, say! 1t
struck in the fold OF my skirt"
For Gods sake, Jenny, don't lie!
It's certain death! I saw the mark"
That was thorn. drew 1t out
an hour ago"
Blake looked up into her hazel eyes.
They were blazing with indignant
scorn. He freed her. and rose with
clumsy slowness. Again he glanced
at her quivering, scarlet face, only to
look away with sheepish expression.
II guess you think I'm just
damned meddesome idiot" he num-
| bled
She did not answer. He stood for
a little, rubbing finger across his
stopped and looked at the finger. 1t
was streaked with blood.
"Whew" he exclaimed. Didn't
stop to think of that! It's just as well
| for me, Miss Jenny that wasn't an ad-
| der bite. A little poison on my sore
lip would have done for me. Ten to
one we'd both have turned up our
toes at the same time. OF course,
though, that'd be nothing to you"
Miss Leslie put her hands before
her face and burst into hysterical
weeping.
Blake looked around, far more
alarmed than when facing the adder.
Here, you blooming lud!" he shout
ed; take the lady away and be quick
about it. She'll go dotty If she sees
any more snake stunts. Clear out with
her. while I smash the wriggler"
Winthrope, who had been staring
fixedly at the beautiful coloring and
loathsome form of the writhing adder.
started at Blake's harsh command as
though struck
l-er-to be sure" he stammered
and darting around to the hysterical
girl, he took her arm and hurried her
away up the glade.
They had gone several PAGES when
Blake came running up behind them.
Winthrope looked back with a glance
OF inquiry. Blake shook his head
Not yet" he said. Give me your
cigarette case. I've thought of some.
thing Hold on; take out the cigar.
cites Smoke EN-, II you like"
Case in hand, Blake returned to the
wounded adder and picked up his
club A second smashing blow would
nave ended the matter at once. but
Blake did not strike. Instead ba
rented with his club until he managed
TO pin down the venomous head Tho
'lup lay across the monsters neck
ana he held it fast with the pressure
CT his foot.
Wheh, half an hour later, he wined
MS Khlfe on a wisp of grass and stood
up, the cigarette case contained ovor
tablespoonful of crystalline LIQUID
iie peered in at it, his heavy law
thrust out, his eyes glowing with sav.
age elation
ialh ABOUT your meat trusts and
"mchesters!" he exuted; "here,s a
"hole carload of beef in this LITTLE hoy
enough dope to morgue a herd oC
STEERS Good God, though. that was =
close shave for her!"
his lace sobered. and he stood so,
several moments staring thougbtfrll,
'hto space. Then his gaze chanoad
TO rail- upon the great crimson h1osso.l
which had so nearly lmed the girl 70
her death SUI u
Iielio! he exclaimed; that's ar
amaryIlis Wonder if she wasn't 80.
lug 10 pick it He snapped sbnt the
liu OF the cigarette case, thrust i,
carefully into his shirt pocket " ons =,
stepped forward to pluck the gon'a,, "lu
Makes a fellow feel like a kid. hn.
me-" 'ss sore al
lie stood gazing at the flower e..
several moments, his eyes apIow rv,,h i0
a soft blue light. s'0" WIN
Mhew!" he sighed; "if only Pm.
WHAT'S the use? She's way ont n, %" no,
cIasS-a rough brute like me, An ~ mIS
same IT'S up to me to take ,.,4o 49, 'n' ~,
her' she can't keep me from he,na w.
her friend-and she sure caU,. AM s peins
10 my picking flowers for her. '0'ec'
Amaryllis in hand, he satberoa
ms pow and club, Then he nansas
10 study the skin of the deca pHase[ pttase,
adder The inspection epJcS JoS"pi'aIeo tn,t,
shake OF his head. with Z
Better not, Thomas. II wor,a ..o,
uandy culver; but then II rniah. o 4aN' a
on her nerves" - might &c
clo BE CoNTINUEDl
a, ''
:, way be Whited sepulcb.r
IL is a WOman'e ,,, rN'N"cT'