The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1914-04-09

No! stop, say Oh-Pm sorry If
hurt you. How strong you are!"
Let mel"
mol Your lips are not for that
good God, that damnable thing! YoI
yourself might be-"
Let mel Oh, how cruel you are
1t was my fault. But for me it woult
never have"
mol / would rather"
Let mel Oh, If you died."
With all the force of her stroni
young body she wrenched away hi
protestant hands. A thirst and a sick
ish feeling were upon him, a curious
irresponsible giddiness. and her hail
which that struggle had brought IL
tumbled masses about her shoulders
seemed to have little flames running
all over 1t. His foot had entirely lost
its feeling. There was a strange weak
ness lin his limbs.
Moments of half-consciousness, OF
consciousness jumbled with strange
imaginings, followed. At times he felt
! the pressure upon the wounded foot
was sensible OF the suction of the
! young mouth striving desperately to
draw the poison from the wound.
From time to time he was conscious
of a white desperate face haloed with
hair that was mist of woven spar
kles. At times he thought himself
a recumbent stone statue in a. wood,
and her a great tall golden-headed
Ivfrer hrAEnn Of bfu OF N
he was a granite boulder and she a
vine with yellow leaves winding and
clinging about him. Then blank
a sense of movement and of troublous
disturbance, of insistent voices that
called to him and inquisitive hands
that plucked at him, and then voices
growing distant again, and hands fall
ing away, and at last-silence.
Inky clouds were gathering over
the sunlight when Shirley came from
Damory Court, along the narrow wood
path under the hemlocks, and the way
was striped with ue-black shadows
and filed with signing noises. She
walked warily, hating often at some
leafy rustic to catch quick breath
of dread. AS she approached the tree
roots where the cape jessamines lay,
she had to force her feet forward by
sheer effort of will. At little dis
lance from them she broke stick and
with it managed to drag the bunch to
her, turning her eyes with a SILVER
from the trampled spot near by. She
picked up the flowers, and treading
with caution, retraced her steps to the
wider path.
She stepped into the Red Road at
length in the teeth of a thunderstorm,
which had arisen almost without warn
ing to break with the passionate in
tensity of electric storms in the South.
There was no shelter, but even had
there been, she would not have sought
it, The turbulence of nature around
her matched, in a way, her over
strained feeling, and she welcomed
the fierce bulge of the wind in the
up-blowing whorls of her hair and the
drenching wetness of the rain. She
tried to fix her mind on near things,
the bending grasses. the scurrying red
runnels and tapping shrubbery, but
her thoughts wilfully escaped the
tether, turning again and again to the
Events of the last two hours. She pic
tured inc Jefferson's eyes rolling up
in ridiculous alarm, his winnowlng
arm flashing his indignant mule in his
fight for the doctor.
At the mental picture she choked
with historical laughter, then cringed |
suddenly against the sopping bark.
She saw again the doctors gaze lift |
from his first examination of the tiny |
punctures to send swift penetrant |
glance at her, before he bent his great |
body to carry the unconscious man to
the house. Again fit of shuddering
swept over her. Then, all at once,
ears came, strangling sobs that bent
md swayed her. 1t was the discharge
IF the Leyden jar, the loosing of the
ense bow-string and it brought re-
ief. After time she grew quieter.
lie would get WE'LL The thought
hat perhaps she had saved his life
rave her thrill that ran over her
whole body. And until yesterday she
lad never seen him. She kneeled in
he blurred half-light, pushing her wet
lair back from her forehead and smil-
ng up In the rain that still fell fast
n few moments she rose and went on.
1t the gate of the Rosewood lane
TODD a mail-box on cedar post and
he paused to fish out a draggled Rich
lond newspaper. AS she thrust II I'M
er her arm her eye caught word of
headline. With flush she tore it
rom its soggy wrapper, the wetted
Der parting in her eager fingers, and
esting her foot on the lower rail OF
he gate, spread 1t open on her knee.
She stood stock-still until she had '
cad the whole. II was the story of {
ohm Valiant's sacrifice OF his private
ortune to save the ruin of the in
olved corporation. c
Its effect upon her was a shock. She
elt her throat swell as she read; then Z
he was chilled by the memory OF 1
hat she had said to him: What {
as be ever done except play polo and 4
lrnish spicy paragraphs for the so b
lety columns?"
What beast / was!" she said, ad- \
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