Walker Lake bulletin. (Hawthorne, Nev.) 1883-1926, 1914-09-26

he had done. and followed him.
1t would always follow him. Oakley
realized 1t all at once. There was no
escape. No desolate region far from
the haunts of men was secure from
this insidious, Unsuitable Nemesis. No
spot. crowded to the utmost by other
men, was inaccessible to this clammy
monster of the brain. Yet Oakley
shuddered at the thought of separation
from his kind.
Picking up his revolver, he turned
to descend the butte.
There before him stood French, grin
ming amiably.
The revolver fell to the ground. fill
ing it's muzzle with dirt. With wild
shrek Oakley dashed away. French
put out a nimble foot and brought him
to the ground. where he lay, stunned.
When Oakley regained conscious
ness French was sitting near by, cross
legged, masticating tobacco.
Oakley sat up, and the apparition
handed him piece of the weed. Oak
ley took 1t and examined 1t carefully.
It appeared to be genuine. Then he
arose. and. walking up to the appari-
ton, felt cautiously about the head
and shoulders. The genuine feel"
was there also.
Oakley looked for moment out
over the sand toward the railroad
track, shook his head doubtfully, and
sat down.
Lord, what placed"
We'll, what's the matter with it?"
asked French
Everything is so sort of confusing,
l can't quite see clearly" replied Oak
ley.
French took from his pocket roll
of bills, and separating several from
the roll, handed them to Oakley. See
any better now" he queried.
Oakley thumbed them over doubtful
ly, his mind still in a haze. After a
pause he said slowly: well, yes,
think the dawn is gradually illuminat-
ing my darkened vision, and yet |
can't What is this money for?"
That's your pay for killing me" re-
sponded French glibly, land recon-
pense for the anguish of mind which
must have been yours when consider
ing your awful deed. You see, Oakley,
old man, when you became so angry at
me, back in our little home town, and
attempted to put me where | could no
longer arouse your indignation, you
failed utterly-didnt even touch me
with your bullet. When l fell, dazed
by the bombardment, you evidently
thought was dead. Any way, you fled.
Living, as l did, bachelor on the
outer edge of town, no one heard the
shot and no one came to investigate. l
happened to be out of money"
Oakley interrupted: 'As usual"
Il saw a chance for a scheme" con-
tinued French. my friend, the ply
sician, came at an opportune time to
see me, and with his assistance as the
certifier of my death passed from the
knowledge Of men, was duly and
mournfully buried, and by unimagin-
able toll, together with the kindly aid
of my beneficiary, succeeded in realiz-
happened to be fully paid up"
Then you-you aren't dead?" said
Oakley meekly.
mo, but pretty near 1t. What with
following you through the infernalest
country that was ever left out doors
for the wolves to howl in. in order to
reimburse you for being the founder
Of my success in life, or death, as you
might say, and also considering the
hard labor l endured tryin' to estab-
lish my identity as a dead man, l am
| about dead.
Oakley" he concluded YEARLY.
don't you ever try to accumulate
wealth by the life insurance plan. Saw
wood or tend sheep, but don't try to
get 1t by dyin' falsely"
Oakley passed his hand over his
| forehead. When he drew It away it
was covered with cold sweat, and
thinking still of the apparition out on
! the hot sand, he declared solemnly
| that he never would.
| After few minutes of silence, he
said, holding out his hand awkwardly.
81 don't feel so angry at you~as | did.
partly because I've had lesson that
amt down in the copy-books, and part
ly because 1t is an unusual experience
for man to have his victim pay him
for tryin' to kill him. Let's shake"
Perfectly agreeable" said French
amicably.
1T was good thing for me, finan-
! cially, that you once took to murderin'
Let's go back to town and spend some
of our money"
| riuh