The White Pine news. [volume] (Ely, Nev.) 1906-1910, 1907-03-23
CHAPTER Xxx.
A Sudden Message.

which they hoped to benefit his condi-
ton and hasten his recovery. Man
+ alive, joe exclaimed the excitable
little man, thrusting his hands into
his pockets, his ilorid face growing
redder his eyes sparkling with indig.
nation. Have you no sense at all?
Have You no pride no common ambi
ton to get well? To make success
Of life? Would you rather lie here.
growing less and less capable of any
thing like an incident tramp, and
keep on suffering straight ahead for
years maybe, when by perfect care in
this hospital. or infirmary, or what.
ever it is. in the city something may
be done for you, and you would be
set up like a new man ready for any
position and to build up as good n
home as any man living? Why, great
Scott, Joe Johnson, if you are my
brother and the only one I've got.
must say I'd be ashamed to own you
If you refuse"
The invalid was growing excited also
He struggled up to a sitting position.
half reclining on his right arm. and
glared at his brother as an infatuated
animal at bay
"Et'd be nothin' new eff We was
'shamed o me- he cried, the veins OF
his forehead swelling like cords. his
small eyes glitterng like serpents
"Et's no morn we've done all yer life
sence yer ruined away ter make yer
money a-many year ago. Ye left er
folks ter starve fer all't we've done
fer EN-. tell just now when ye KEN
hyar ter gloat owVer me. | may be
'thout yer style o sense. Lem John,
sing, but | hey got ther common sense
t ken tell beans when | sees EN- Ye
needn't make outen I ye cont know
what | means wells ! do. or them as
hey lived hyar sence theys horned.
An theys ken tell't ye left us thout
nothin an outen yer life tell jest
now when't amt no use; an es long
es I've got breath 'nough left ter tell't,
III jest say this. An | amt gon' ter
be put in no horsepital neither where
a Teller ken stay forever. an folks'd
never know but he's dead an buried,
stead O. Twin locked up in a cell like
a criminal an kept thyar an never
let out Mebby ct do run in thes
family ter be shef'lcss an nU count,
but I hey es good sense es We hey,
Lem Johnsing. an | amt ter be tom
fooled like woman.
DIR. Dunwiddie laid his strong hand
on his shoulder and spoke to him
sharply.
Lie down" he said, man. and
listen to us. We give you the choice
You shall have from now till to-mor.
row morning TO consider: after that
will be too late. Choose one of two
alternatives RomAn just where You
are from sheer stubbornness and die
for die you must if You persist in
this, and in such slow. torturing man
ner as you cannot comprehend. or
comply with orr wishes that may
doubtless be painful at first, and
may even end fatally place it all
before YOU, holding back-but with
ten chances to one of Your recovery
and long life
Johnson's face lost its defiance and
cunning: it grew livid and paled to a
deathly hue. His sinister eyes. were
fixed on the doctors face with an
expression of cowardly terror in them.
His brothers fiji of violent temper he
could meet with equal force. but DR.
Dunwiddie's voice and manner bore
Ia 4, if.I,
were uttered clearly and calmly, but
which the man was unused to hearing
and which therefore impressed him
more than they might have done other
wise, fun of meaning and warning as
they were.
He lay among the pillows with his
face turned to the wall, motionless
as though he were already dead, his
sinewy right hand clutched the Gov
ering long after his brother and the
doctors left not knowing that through
the half open door Dolores. from the
outer ROOM was watching him with
a face set as his own. her hands
clasped passionatoly, her lips shut
close to still the cry that rose from
her heart. that found words only in
a new. wild. inarticulate prayer.
God, whom | know not, forgive
him-forgive him
But there was not a trace of this
emotion upon her face or in her man
ner as she stood day or two after,
at the west window of the library at
Judge Green's. the soft brown dress
Dora had fitted for her. falling grace.
fully around her. She held back the
lace draperies with one arm leaning
against the casing of the large French
window, and looked like a picture. so
quiet she stood, flushed from the light
of the sunset above.
Dora was sitting upon the ottoman
at her feet. her delicate face raised
to the face above her. Dora said
she could sit forever at Dolores feet
and watch her. Dolores face was 8