Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1915-02-17

pressed hard against his instep.
He drew away sharply, with savage
denial. Mono! Not that! You
shan't! My lord-you shan't!" He
dragged his numbing foot from her
desperate grasp, lifting himself, push
ing her from him; but she fought with
him, clinging, painting broken SEN
fences:
''You must! It's the only way. It
was-a moccasin, and it's deadly.
Every minute counts!"
Il won't. No, stop! How do you
know? It's not going to-here, listen!
Take your hands away. Listen!-Lis-
ten! / can go to the house and send
Uncle Jefferson for the doctor and he
No! stop, say! OHM sorry if
hurt you. How strong you are!"
Let me!'
mo! Your lips are not for that
good God, that damnable thing! You
yourself might be-
Let me! Oh, how cruel you are!
1t was my fault. But for me it would
never have"
mo! I would rather"
LET me! Oh, if you diedi"
With all the force of her strong
young body she wrenched away his
protestant hands. A thirst and sick
ish feeling were upon him, a curious
irresponsible giddiness, and her hair
which that struggle had brought in
tumbled masses about her shoulders,
seemed to have little flames running
all over it. His foot had entirely lost
it's feeling. There was a strange weak
ness in his limbs.
Moments of half-consciousness, or
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 a mist of woven spar
| kles. At times he thought himself
a recumbent stone statue in a wood,
and her a great tall gOlden-headed
flower lying broken at his feet. Again
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.
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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 blue-black shadows
and filled 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 a little dis
! lance from them she broke stick and
with it managed to drag the bunch to
her. turning her eyes with shiver
| from the trampled spot near by. She
picked up the flowers, and treading
with caution, retraced her steps to the
WluSI pdCu
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
fnh IN hnr
| 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 Unc' Jefferson's eyes rolling up
| in ridiculous alarm, his winnowing
arm flashing his indignant mule in his
flight for the doctor.
I At the mental picture she chOked
, with hysterical 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,
| tears came, strangling sobs that bent
| and swayed her. 1t was the discharge
| of the Leyden lar. the lOOSing of the
tense bow-string and it brought re-
lief After time she grew quieter.
He would get we'll! The thought
that perhaps she had saved his life
gave her thrill that ran over her
whole body. And until yesterday she
had never seen him! She kneeled in
the blurred half-light. pushing her wet
hair back from her forehead and smil-
ing up in the rain that still fell fast.
In few moments she rose and went on.
At the gate of the Rosewood lane
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