Walker Lake bulletin. (Hawthorne, Nev.) 1883-1926, 1894-08-29
BAD MONEY.

collection of curiosities which Is often
overlooked by sightseers, yet 1t Is one
which for most people possesses fascina-
ton that miles of patent models and
bushels of old letters fail to arouse, says
the Washington Star. 1t is the collection,
con1scated to the government by agents OF
the secret service, of dies, molds and i'm
Elements for the making of counterfeit
money, the photographs of noted counter
feiters, their weapons, tools and specimens
of their work. There are reproductions of
our coins; there are bank notes which are
marvellous works of art. executed with pr n
and brush or by skilled engravers and pho
tographers, which have been made in
strange places at times when others sleep,
and by expert, daring men, who are fire.
quently not ordinary criminals, but worse
men whose abilities should have made
them useful members of society.
There Is something uncanny in the mys-
teiious solitary lives of these lawless men,
stealthily working in the secret hours of
the night, or living double lives, one in
the dark, another in the sunlight, after the
grewsome manner of DIR. Jekyll and Mr..
Hyde.
Strange" said the young man of party
who was looking at these relics the other
day; 1.-THE very name of counterfeiter has
an interesting sound, like that of "a moon
sinner or pirate He was examining
the tools as If with II view to making some
II the wrong man should be elected and
the country in consequence go to ruin. II
remember when it was equal to that of
'spook' for getting me a nice Gravity sensa-
ton up the spine.
The BUSINESS man had put on his specs
and was closely examining the photo
graphs.
mo, don't find it," he said folding up
his eyeglass, rubbing it carefully and put
ting it back in its case. II was looking"
he continued, ''for the face of counter
fciter once knew, but, however, that was
long before the secret service was in ex-
istence. He lived in our town and was
arrested there for counterfeitng, he said
slowly
~ shall never forget the story, for it Gre
ated great sensation even then, in those
days when the country was new and many
strange things happened. was just a
boy then, and the impression it made will
never be effaced." And this was the story
he told:
~ had caught the western fever, and
with party from Pennsylvania had gone
west and stopped in what was then the
land of chills and fever. OF course l had
not been there long before my teeth were
rafting like castanets, and when dose
after dose of quinine failed to quiet them
we had entirely exhausted our medical re-
sources. so one of the boys started out for a
doctor.
when saw the man he brought l was
not sure that with my last shake the in-
finitesimal amount of gray matter which
naturally belonged to my noddle had not
been dislodged and ratified out entirely
Dr. Patterson was a little dark man with
a heavy beard, which seemed to grow all
over his face and especially high upon his
cheeks. Although it was n raw, cold day
he had ON broad brimmed straw hat
The thin coat which he wore was wrong
side out, and he had waded through the
mud and slush in pair of old carpet slip
pers
"Well, was too sick to object to any
thing, so / swallowed his medicine with no
more than my usual number of groans per
minute.
with only a few words of direction he
turned abruptly, left the house and waded
back again.
Jim sidled up to the bed and said by
way of apology: They told me he was the
best one In the county. Mighty queer act
ing, but guess he's all right
"'You don't feel like he'd give you pizen
or anything do your he added rather anx-
lously.
81 did not care one iota, and jerked out
my sentiments on that point with SO much
emphasis that Jim backed off without
driving me to a frenzy, as he usually did,
by asking to look at my tongue
"That was not the last of the doctors
visits by any means, for l was very sick
For weeks no one but my mother could
have watched over sick boy more faith
fully and tenderly than he cared for me-
ut is said that the way to win mans
heart is to allow him to do you favor,
and in saving my unworthy life he certain
ly did allow me to step into his graces, to
certain extent at least.
"Gruff and almost sullen he was at times,
and eccentric always, yet the boys idolized
that doctor.
"When finally became convalescent he
would take me with him when he would
drive into the country to visit his patients.
He had large practice and was undoubt-
edly an able physician. His eccentricities
were we'll known and regarded perhaps as
a mark of genius. At any rate his ability,
honesty and integrity were unquestioned,
and people generally had, like myself, the
most implicit confidence in him. They
would send for him miles awayf d wait
for him in preference to any other doctor
far or near
81 inquired once about patient whom
we had visited the day before-a nice old
Quaker gentleman. His astonishing an
swer was: He will probably eat breakfast
in,- I won't mention the place he
named. It's too warm today
How l did enjoy those rides as the
weather became pleasanter and | grew
stronger. The doctor was an interesting
companion, being finely educated and well