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THE SQUAW’'S REVENGE. 77 same time preparing active means for relieving the patient’s stomach of its poisonous. contents. “ Almost nothing at all. She was ailing when she came back from visiting her father; and she laid down right away, and couldn’t be coaxed to eat any dinner; but a little while ago I felt bad to see her so miserable, and urged her so much that she ate a little piece of bread and some fresh raspberries that Mr. Mauvais had sent her this morning ; and that’s all.” “Did she eat any of the berries in the morning ?” “No; she didn’t take a bite for breakfast—only some coffee.” . “ Did any one else eat any of them ?” “No; they was just for her; I never touched them.” “ Let the rest of them be kept for examination,” said Allen, who had asked the last two or three questions. That night, after active treatment, the dangerous symptoms abated, the patient being left in a state of great exhaustion. Meanwhile the news of the poisoning had been conveyed to Mr. Mauvais at the trading-post. “ Dieu |! Ho, José! Get me a horse, quick !” ejaculated the trader in the greatest excitement of manner. ‘Curses on that panther!” he muttered; “it’s her work. By the furies, Pll kill the old wild-cat !” As if fate had sent her that way, Ka-skaw at that moment crossed the piazza. Mauvais sprung after her and caught her by one arm. | | “She-devil! You have poisoned her—my little white friend —who never harmed you. You deserve to die.” Ka-shaw did not shrink from his powerful grasp, nor avoid the fiery anger burning in his eyes. Her own glittered with satisfaction. “Ts she dead? the pretty white girl? Ka-shaw is sorry for poor Mauvais.” “ You did it!” repeated the trader, still gazing sternly in her face. But the expressionless features gave no sign of agi- tation ; only the twinkling of the small black eyes betrayed the secret triumph of the Indian woman’s hate. — “ Mauvais is drunk,” she suid, contemptuously. “The lightning blast you !’ cried the trader, quite beside himself with passion, and shaking her violently. comiclooks.com