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 culation of the blood, was probably the reason for 

 ascribing the trouble to a checkered adder. It is 

 evident from the testimony that the spasms were due 

 to hysteria after hearing stories told by those old enough to 

 know better, of the terrible effects of snake bites. The 

 girl has recovered from the effects of the adventure except 

 the fright that still seems to affect her somewhat. 



Investigation of the second case mentioned, which oc- 

 curred several years ago, makes it appear very doubtful if 

 the man's death had anything to do with the snake bite. 



Thus ends the latest snake scare. In the meantime the 

 force of the temperance exhortation is valid. 



The Little Weaver and What She Wove. 



BY SUSY C. FOGG. 



There is a small uncultivated area in which has gathered 

 an interesting company of cosmopolites, a veritable weed 

 garden, with barriers that no well balanced human being 

 would ever penetrate, but watching from the outside there 

 seem always to be signs of great activity and much a-doing 

 within. 



In winter, when the north wind blew, the small birds 

 feasted bountifully on the seeds as they were shaken from 

 out the dry capsules of last year's stalks onto their snowy 

 napkin, and here, in spring, was the first tinge of delicious 

 green and the croak of the early frog. 



As the season advanced, insect and other life in air and 

 water multiplied, and among the flowers was a gay inter- 

 mingling of colors, in preparation for the one end, the frui- 

 tion which was yet to come. 



Along the wall were pretty clumps of elder and alder and 

 trailing clematis, and farther in was the burdock, a bit of 

 golden-rod, the water hemlock, the Bidens, which would 



