The Citizen. (Cashion, Okla.), Vol. 1, No. 28, Ed. 1 Friday, October 22, 1909 Page: 3 of 8
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He stood for several moments In
deep thought. The look on his sallow
lace was far from pleasant.
i
.
chapter
xvii
The Serpent Strikes
NTO THE
ByE
ROBERT AMES BENNET
Illustrations by
RAY WALTERS
(Copyright, IMW, by A. C. McClure Jt Co.)
SYNOPSIS.
The stc.rv opens with tlio r.hlpwreck of
the steomcT 011 which Miss Uenevteve
Leslie, an American heiress. I^ird Wln-
tlirop*. an Englishman, and Tom Blake,
a brusque American, were passengers.
The three were tossed upon an uninhab-
ited Island and were the only ones not
drowt;. d. Blake recovered from a drunk-
<fci stupor. Blalte, shunned on the boat,
because of his roughness, became a hero
as preserver of the helpless pair The
Englishman w is suing for the hand of
Miss Leslie. Blake started to swim back
lo the ship to recover what was left.
Blake returned safely. Winthrope wasted
his last match on a cigarette, for which
he was scored by Blake. Their first meal
was a dead fish. The trio started a ten
mile hike for higher land. Thirst at-
tacked them. Blake was compelled to
carry Miss Leslie on account of weari-
ness He taunted Winthrope. They en-
tered Hie Jungle. That night was passed
roosting high in a tree. The next morn-
ing they descended to the nn r. again.
All three constructed hats to shield them-
selves from the sun. They then feasted
on coeoanuts. the only procurable food.
Miss Leslie showed a liking for Blake,
but detested his roughness. Led by Blake
they established a home in some cliffs.
Blake found a fresh water spring. Miss
Leslie faced an unpleasant situation.
Th y planned their campaign. Blake re-
covered Irs surveyor's magnifying glass,
thus insuring tire. He started a jungle
fire, killing a large leopard and smoth-
ering several cubs. In the leopard's cav-
ern tlioy built a small home. They gained
the cliffs by burning the bottom of a
tree until it fell against the heights. The
trio secured eggs from the cliffs.
Miss l/csiie's white skirt was decided
upon as a signal. Miss l.eslie made a
dress from the leopard skin. Blake's ef-
forts to kill antelopes failed. Overhear-
ing a conversation between Blake and
Winthrope. Miss l.eslie became fright-
ened Winthrope became 111 with fever.
Blake v as poisoned by a fish. Jackals
attacked the camp that night, but were
driven off by Genevieve. Blake returned,
after nearly dying. Biake constructed an
animal trap, it killed a hyena. On a tour
the trio discovered honey and oysters.
CHAPTER XVI.—Continued.
"Would it not be best for Mr. Win-
thrope to rest during the noon hours?"
'"Fraid not. Miss Jenny. We're not
on t'other side of Jordan yet, and
there's no rest for the weary this
side."
"What odd expressions you use, Mr.
Blake!"
"Just giving you the reverse appliea-
lion cf one of those songs they jolly
ws with in the mission churches—"
"I'm sure, Mr. Blake—"
"Me, too, Miss Jenny! So, as that's
settled, we'll tie moving. Chuck some
live coals in the pot, and come on."
i He s'arted off, weapons in hand.
Winthrope made a languid effort to
take possession of the pot. But Miss
Leslie pushed him aside, and wrap-
ping all in the antelope skin, slung it
upon her back.
"The brute!" exclaimed Winthrope.
"To leave such a load for you, when
he knew that I can do so little!"
The girl met his outburst with a
brave attempt at a smile. "Please try
to look at the bright side, Mr. Win-
thrope. Really, I believe he thinks it
is best for us to exert ourselves."
"He has other opinions with which
we of the cultured class would hardly
agree, Miss Leslie. Consider his com-
mand that we shall go thirsty until
be permits us to return to the cliffs.
The man's impertinence is intoler-
able. I shall go to the river and drink
when 1 choose."
"Oh, but the danger of malaria!"
"Nonsense. Mahirla, like yellow
fever, comes only from the bite of
certain species of mosquitoes. If we
have the fever, it will be entirely liis
fault. We have been bitten repeated-
ly this morning, and all because he
must compel us to come with him to
this infected lowland."
"Still, I think we should do what
Mr. Blake says."
"My dear Miss Genevieve, for your
eake I will endeavor not to break with
the fellow. Only, you know, it is
deuced hard to keep one's temper
when one considers what a bounder—
what an unmitigated cad—"
"Stop! I will not listen to another
word!" exclaimed the girl, and she
hurried after Blake, leaving Win-
thrope staring in astonishment.
"My word!" he muttered; "can it
he, after all I've done—and him, of all
Lie low fellows—"
HUN Winthrope came up
with the others, they were
gathering green leaves to
ihrow on the fire which was blazing
close beside the ant-hill.
"Get a move on you!" called Blake.
You re slow. Grab a bunch of leaves,
and get into the smoke, if you don't
want to be stung."
Winthrope" neither gathered any
leaves nor hurried himself, until he
was visited by a highly irritated bee.
Then he obeyed with alacrity. Blake
was far too intent on other matters
to heed the Englishman. Leaping in
and out of the thick of the smoke, he
pounded the ant-hill with his club, un-
til he had broken a gaping hole into
the cavity. The smoke, pouring 1nt(
the hive, made short work of the bees
tiiat had not already been suffocated.
"I hop# to'." she murmured; hut her
heart sank as she glanced at his sal-
low face, and 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 crim-
son blossom under the nearest tree. It
was the first flower she had seen since
being shipwrecked. She uttered a lit-
tle cry of delight, and ran to pluck the
blossom.
Winthrope, glancing about at her
exclamation, saw her sloop over the
flower—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.
Winthrope swung tip his stick, and
df.shed across the j lade toward her.
"What is it—a snake?" he cried.
The girl did not seem to hear him.
She had ceased screaming, and stood
rigid with fright, glaring down at the
ground before her. In a moment Win-
thrope was near enough to make out
the brilliant glistening body, now ex-
tended full length in the grass, it was
l'early five feet long and thick as his
thigh. Another step, and he saw the
Although the antelope skin was
d-awn into the shape of a sack, both [ hideous triangular head, lifted a few
' Inches on the thick neck. The cold
eyes were fixed tlpfitl the girl in a
malignant, deadly stare.
"Snake! snake!" he yelled, and
thrust his cane at the reptile's tail.
Again came a flashing leap of ihe
beautiful ornate coil, and '.he stick
was struck from Winthrope's hand
it and the pot were filled to overflow
ing with honey, and there were still
tin.re combs li ft than the three could
eat.
Blake caught Winthrope smiling
with satisfaction as he licked bis fin-
gers.
"\\ hat s the matter with my expo
ti it ion now, old man?" he demanded. • "e danced backward, wild with ex-
"I—ah—must admit, Blake, wo have
had a most enjoyable change of food."
"11 you are sure it will agree with
you," remarked Miss Leslie.
"But I am sure of that. Miss- Gene-
vieve. I could digest anything to-day.
I'm fairly ravenous."
| citement.
"Snake!—Hi, Blake! monster! —
j Run, Miss Leslie! i ll hold him—I'll
| get another stick!"
! He darted aside (o catch up a
| branch, and then ran in and struck
| boldly at the adder, which reared
"All the more reason to be careful," ■ hissing to meet him. But the blow
rejoined Blake. "I guess, though, ; short, and the rotten wood shat-
what we've had'll do no harm. We'll i tered on the ground. Again Win-
let it settle a bit, here in the shade, j 'hrope ran aside for a stick. There
and then hit the home trail." j "as none near, and as he paused to
"Could we not first go to the river, j glance about, Blake came sprinting
Mr. Blake? My hands are dreadfully j down the glade.
sticky.". "Where?" he shouted.
"Win will take you. It's only a lit-
tle way to the bank here and there's
not much underbrush."
."If you think it's quite safe—" re-
marked Winthrope.
"It's safe enough. Go on. You'll
see the river in half a minute. Only
thing, you'd better watch out for alli-
gators."
"I believe that—er—properly speak-
ing, these are crocodiles."
You don't say! Heap of difference
it will make if one gets you."
Miss Leslie caught Winthrope's eye.
He turned on his heel, and led the
way for her through the first thicket.
Beyond this they came to a little glade
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TV- '*"•
"Told You So! See Him Wriggle!"
which ran through to the river. When
they reached the bank, they stepped
cautiously down the muddy slope, and
bathed their hands in the clear water.
As Miss Leslie rose, Winthrope bent
over and began to drink.
"Oh. Mr. Winthrope!" she ex
claimed; "please don't! In your weak
condition, I'm so afraid—"
"Do not alarm yourself. I am per-
fectly well, and I am quite as compe-
tent to judge what is good for me as
your—ah—countryman."
"Mr. Winthrope, I am thinking only
of your own good."
Winthrope took another deep
draught, rinsed his fingers fastidious-
ly, and arose.
"My dear Miss Genevieve," he ob-
served, "a woman looks at these mat-
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 to please
me."
"Ah, if you put it that way, I must
bog pardon. Anything to please you,
I'm sure! Pray forgive me, and for-
get the incident. It is now uast."
"There—Hi! look out! You'll be on
him!"
Blake stopped short, barely beyond
striking distance of the hissing rep-
tile.
"Wow!" he yelled. "Puff adder!
I'll fix him."
He leaped back, and thrust his bow
at the snake. The challenge was met
by a vicious lunge. Even where he
stood Winthrope heard Ihe thud of the
reptile's head upon the ground.
"Now, once more, tootsie!"' mocked
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 so! See him wiggle!"
shouted Blake. "Broke his back, first
lick— What's the matter, Miss Jen-
ny? He can't do anything now."
Miss Leslie did not answer. She
stood rigid, her face ashy-gray, her
dilated eyes fixed upon the writhing,
hissing adder.
"I think the snake struck her!"
gasped Winthrope, suddenly overcome
with horror.
"God!" cried Blake. lie dropped his
club, and rushed to the girl, in a mo-
il.ent he had knelt before and Hung
up her leopard-skin skirt. Her stock-
ings ripped to shreds in his frantic
grasp. There, a little below her right
knee, was a liny, red wound. Blake
put his lips to it, and sucked with
fierce energy.
Then Ihe 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 a loud demand of Winthrope:
"Quick! the little knife—I'll have lo
slash it! Ten times worse Ulan a rat-
tlesnake— Lord! you're slow—I'll use
mine!"
"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. "It's death—sure death, if
I don't get the poison from that bite!"
"I'm not bitten— Let go, 1 say! It
struck in the fold of my skirt."
"For God's sake, Jenny, don't He!
It's certain death! I saw the mark—"
"That was a thorn. I drew it 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 a sheepish expression.
"I guess you think I'm just a
damned meddlesome idiot," he mum-
bled.
She did not answer. He stood for
a little, rubbing a finger across his
sun-blistered lips. Suddenly he
stopped and looked at the finger. It
was streaked with blood.
"Whew!" ho 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 lo
ANOTHER
WOMAN
CURED
By Lydia E. Pinkham's
Vegetable Compound
Gardiner, Maine.—"I have been a
prreat sufferer from organic troubles
and a severe female
weakness. T h e
doctor said I would
have to go to the
hospital for an
operation, but 1
could not bear to
thiuk of it. 1 de-
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E. Pinkham's Veg-
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and Sanative \yash
— anfl \vas entirely
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No woman should submit to a surgi.
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This famous medicine for women
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lie peered in at it, his heavy jaw ; the female organism. Women resid-
one, we'd both have turned v.p oirt
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,
stalled at Blake's harsh command as
though struck.
"I—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 paces when
Blake came running up behind them.
Winthrope looked back with a glance
of inquiry. Blake shook his head.
"Not yet," ho said. "Give me your
cigarette case. I've thought of some-
thing— Hold on; take out the cigar-
ettes. Smoke 'em, if you like,"
Case in hand, Blake returned to ilie
wounded adder, and picked up his
club. A second smashing blow would
have ended the matter at once; but
Blake did not alrlke. Instead, he
feinted with his club until he managed
to pin down the venomous head. The
club lay across the monster's neck,
and he held it fast with the pressure
cf his foot.
When, half an hour later, he wiped
his knife on a wisp of grass and stood
up, ihe cigarette case contained over
thrust out, his eyes glowing with sav
age elation.
"Talk about your meat trusts and
Winchesters!" he exulted: "here's a
whole carload of beef In this little box
—enough dope to morgue a herd of
steers. Good God, though, that was a
close shave for her!"
His face sobered, and lie stood for
several moments staring thoughtfully
into space. Then his gaze chanced
lo fall upon the great crimson blossom
which had so nearly lured the girl to
her death.
"Hello!" he exclaimed; "that's an
amaryllis. Wonder if she wasn't com-
ing to pick it—" He snapped shut Ihe
lid of the cigarette case, thrust it
carefully into his shirt pocket, and
stepped forward to pluck the flower.
"Makes a fellow feel like a kid; but
maybe it'll make her feel less sore at
me."
He stood gazing at the flower for
several moments, his eyes aglow with
a soft blue light.
"Whew!" he sighed; "if only— But
what's the use? She's 'way out of my
class—a rough brute like me! All the
same, it's up to me to take care of
her. She can't keep me from being
her friend—-and she sure can't object
to> my picking flowers for her."
Amaryllis in hand, he gathered up
his bow and club. Then he paused
to study the skin of the decapitated
adder. The inspection ended with a
shake of his head.
"Better not, Thomas. It would make
a dandy quiver; but then, it might get
on her nerves."
U'O BE CONTINUED-^
How to Keep Young.
It is true that the neophobia of the
old has its cause in mental attitude
rather than in physical decay. It fs
not that the mental power is less, but
il is natural for a man to rely on the
thinking he did in his twenties and to
refuse to reopen questions he "set-
tled" half a lifetime ago.
This atrophy of thought can be
avoided If the danger fs foreseen, and
a man deliberately forms the habit of
breaking thought habits. It can be
escaped if a man recognizes that he is
borne on a si ream of social change
and that, instead of trusting to the
perspective in which things appeared
in his youth, he must look and look |
again.—From Social Psychology, by E. |
A. Ross.
ing in almost every city and town in
the United States bear willing testi-
mony to the wonderful virtue of Lydia
E. Pinkham's Vegetable Compound.
It cures female ills, and creates radi-
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are ill, for your own sake as well aa
those you love, give it a trial.
Mrs. Pinkhani, at Lynn, Mass.,
Invites all sick women to write
her for ad vice. 11 er advico is free,
aud always helpful.
Importance of Proper Breathing.
Improper breathing is a frequent
cause of consumption. A large ma-
jority of people are too lazy or too
ignorant to breathe deep, and hence
the lungs arc developed only to part
of their capacity and thus afford fer-
tile field tor the growth of the tuber-
culosis gernr.
It is not what he has, nor even what
lie does, that directly expresses the
worth of a man), but what he is.—
Henry F. Amiel.
no yoi ii (kitiies i.ook vri.i.owf
If so, use Red Cross Hull Blue. It will make
thein white as snow. 2 ott. package 5 cents.
It is daily life that tests us—the
r.anner of men we are.—Max Muller.
I'KKKV DAVIS1 I HNhlr.t I K
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dollars' worth of virtue in Turin* cold*, rlMMmuitinii,
neuralgia,and kindnnl Ills. At all dniwfiit*.
To the good the world is very good;
to the bad it is bad.—Smiles.
A Fairy Story of To-Day.
They were going to the theater. Ha
had reached home at 6:30 o'clock, and
an hour later was ready to start.
There was just time to reach the play-
house by eight. She had had nothing
to do all afternoon except to dress,
yet it was 8:1 when she came from
her room with her hat and coat on.
"I am afraid we shall be late," she
said.
"You look so lovely," he replied,
kissing her, "that it would have been
worth waiting another hour for you."
No. they were not bride and bride-
groom. They had been married ten
years. But what is the use of telling
you any more? As you can see by
this sample, you wouldn't believe it,
anyway.
Birth Rates in India.
According to official returns, the j
birth rate for the several provinces of j
India in 1907-1908 was as follows to !
every 1,000; Central provinces, 52.40. j
The Punjab and United provinces oc- I
cupy second and third place, respec- |
tively. Bengal, 37.70; Assam, 37.0U |
Madras, 30.8. Bengal was formerly a
long way ahead of all the provinces,
but has now fallen to fourth place.
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