The Yankee Champion — page 54: what you’re looking at

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THE YANKEE CHAMPION, © 47 serpent which now writhes there in throes of death, was coiled up and preparing to spring upon you. In another instant he would have struck the death- blow. I knew you could not have seen him, but did you not hear his rattle?’’ The girl bent her head, and placed her hand upon her white brow. ‘*I did hear a shrill rattle, but I did not see him.’’ ‘*I see not how you could have avoided it,’’ said Walter, in a tone of astonishment. ‘‘Once you placed your hand within an ich of his head when you picked a vine of evergreen.’ . The girl shuddered, and a strange look of sadness passed over her features. ‘“‘Ah, kind sir,’’ she uttered, in a low, tuneful voice, aS she once more arose to her feet; “‘the eyes that should give me warning of danger are sight- less! Poor Helen knows but little of the world which you enjoy.”’ Walter Nixon gazed into the upturned face of Helen Ryan, and as the lids, which had before drooped till the long lashes almost touched the cheek, were now raised, he saw that she was blind. An indescribable sensation of sympathy took possession of his soul, and his heart beat with a tender emotion. The admiration he had felt for the beautiful object was softened, and instead of being lessened bya knowledge of her misfortune, it was rather in- creased. “Shall I not walk with you to your home?” he asked. ‘“As you please, sir. Itis notfar from here,”’’ re- turned the girl, who had in a great measure re- covered her self-possession. (ele) EOMIC aie