The Newtown bee., 1896-11-06

l they IuSL knew lG.
 And they knew, also, that Jim's days in that community were numbered, as sUon as his hypocrisy should become i generally known. The one thing which a self-respecting Western town will not tolerate, on any terms, is 8 hYpOcrite. So they held their peace, and waited for the citizens at large to take due action, and run Jim Stone out of town.
 Meanwhile Jim said nothing to them 1 about the radical change in his feelings and actions, which spoke for themselves :; and before the town had awakened to the i: necessity of ejecting him, he quietly vanished with George Kent. ! IA low down trick!" his fellow bunk : CTS pronounced it, and attributed the ''hypocrite's" disappearance to cow ardice. They would not have dared to say that in his presence.
 Three months later he made his ap- pearance in town again, took his old place in the mill, and went about his l business as usual. He said nothing about his absence, or what he had been doing. But now, instead of living with his old comrades in the bunk-house, he built himself little "sback," a mile from the town, and dwelt there alone.
 When the bunk-house men recovered 1 from their astonishment, they held 8 l solemn conclave.
 ''See here, fellows" said he who was l their leader by virture of his profanity and boldness in evil dong; "here's our 1 chance to catch that hypOcrite. He said his prayers here where we could see him, for style. You bet he don't say them i when he's all alone off there, with no l one to fool, or to shoot him for his low down ways. Let's follow him up. If we can prove that he's hypocrite, we won't miss our chance this time, and let him cheat us and get away. We'll run him out of town for good. We can't afford to have the name of No Hope dis graced by hypocrites.
 1 So the bunk-house men formed them l selves into a committee to watch Jim Stone. Every night for the space of one full month the members of this novel 1 Vigilance Committee took turns, by twos, l at tramping out, in deep mud, through | the redwood forest, to the shack, a mile distant, and peeped through the chinks between the logs, to watch Jim go to bed. Every night the report, made in utter dis may, was:
 "He actooally says his prayers when he's alone. He means it! He ain't no hypocrire!'
 Nevertheless, the final verdict, reach ed at the end of that month, was that Jim Stone must be called to account, any, way.
 The results of that calling to account were as unexpected to the men them selves as they were to the town.
 Just one year from the day that Jim Stone left off swearing to No Hope chrOnoIogy-the most prominent lawyer of the state capital was walking up the main street of that town one morn- when he was accosted by three rough, looking men, evidently from the back woods.
 Do you know whether there's bis hop in this town?" the spokesman asked him.
 No, l don't; and what's more, don't care" returned the lawyer. Probably some painful experience with genuine hypocrites had embittered him. "WhaC do you want with bishop?" he added, his curiosity aroused by the mems disap- pointed faces.
 "We want to protest. You see, we've 1 como 50 ToIloc to find biy, Tho 4o.u,,. 1 sent us and we're bound to find him and tell him he's got to leave Jim Stone in No Hope. We've run three sky-pilots out of town, and we don't want another not just yet, anyway. But we're bound to keep Jim Stone. Ever heard of Jim 1 Stone? Well, he's changed that town, since he went off for three months, and got instruction, and got himself made 8 l lay worker. He knows what we want to know. He's one of us. The Bishops called him off, but he sha'n't go, we've come to tell the Bishop so. We're going to build a church and ask the Bishop to send us a reg'lar sky-pilor; but not yet. Jim Stones a good enough pilot foi us till we get to be bit more respectable, anyway. He don't howl at us, nor even talk at us. He just lives"
 Then they told the lawyer the story of One Life and One Year-Jim Stone's- and wound up:
 If there's bishop here, help us find him. If there ain't, tell us where he is and we'll go, if it's 100 miles more. We're bound to keep Jim Stone, and we can't go back and face the town without the promise"
 The lawyer was startled and deeply moved. He had lived-for a very short time-in No Hope, and knew by experi- ence what the town had been. He found the Bishop for the men, and after short l season of work at a more important strategic point, Jim Stone was sent back to the town which One Life, One Year had changed back, but with deeper signi- ficance from No Hope to New Hope; from something very like He'll to some thing which bore promise of Heaven.
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