The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1914-12-16
- sod- DRINK LuDob af FonnfaAss
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- Ask For
.: ::.:':l HORLICk'S
- Ask For
More healthfu than tea o. coffee.
Agrees with he weakes. digestion.
Keep It on your adeboard at home.
A quick lunch prepared IN q mnuse

tlOu CT NEW NOIk, however. put DaCk
toward his rome. A new idea had
come to him. He would pretend that
he had been killed in the wreck, and
return home secretly, to discover
what people were saying about him.
He anticipated the jeers, the scoffing
and cor gratulations, and his own
triumph when he suddenly appeared
In the midst Of them.
The news Of the disaster had spread
rapidly, ana. va .1:les down the line,
Driscoll passed a wrecking train, with
a medical car attached. Behind it.,
along the wayside track, there came
a man in a buggy, who pulled up bis
sweating stead.
Have you seen the wreck" he
shouted
Yes" answered Driscoll Il was
aboard. w friend. Jim Driscoll, was
killed, and that's enough for me. Are
yon a reporter"
Yes, I'm a newspaper man." an
swered the other. Give me short
account while | rest my horse.
Quick"
Il will if you'll put Jim Driscoll
down as dead" ans wered Driscoll.
Say jim Driscoll of Boxville, ILL.,, was
killed by breaking his neck, because
I'm not a-gcing to break the news to
his family"
The bargain was struck and Dris
coll gave the other a five minutes
account of the wreck. Then he hur
ried along the line.
He caught branch train at the
junction, and finally, about eigh,
o'clock the next evening, attired in 9
shabby suit which he had purchased
at pawnbroker's, he made his wa,
in the dark through the streets o.
Boxville. Nobody who passed in tn,
gathering darkness recognized Dris
coll In the shabby. slouching stranger
He pushed open the garden gat,
and crept to the outside Of the par
Tor window. Inside he saw q small
crowd Of neighbors. but his wife wal
not there.
It'll be a hard blow for Mary" ON
Of the crowd was saying. Poor JIM
Driscoll recognized him as the loca
druggist, with whom he had been OF
bad terms for years. He clenched hi
fists. He hated the mans hypocris.
even more than himself.
"Now there's many talks agains
Jim, but he wasn't such bad fel
low" broke in the shoemaker. H
was a man named Austin. with whom
Driscoll had had a feud Of sewers
months standing, on account of
business misunderstanding. when
mans cranky folks makes allowance
for him. tell you. a man who ca
keep the love of a woman like Mar
Driscoll must have some good In hir
1T stands to reason"
Its a pity there wasn't no chi
dren," sighed Miss Hemans, the sis
ter of the butcher. That's what at
into their hearts like acid. But
guess that II he lives Mary Drisco
will be so overjoyed that lifell tax
on a happier look for her."
"No chance Of his recovering,
there" asked Austin.
"A small one," said the butche
1.-THE doc says that II he recover
consciousness he'll most likely e
we'll. It seems there's splinter {
bone pressing on his brain, and the
can't tell how much It's injured hin
II he RECEIVERS consciousness. tn
brains all right; II he don't-well, b
won't, that's all"
did Mary Driscoll write that
asked another.
! Sure. She wrote to Miss Hemar
here"
Jim Driscoll was conscious Of mi
} gled emotions. The first was
shame and humiliation. OF all tt
neighbors gathered there, not one ha
q bad word for him. But the secor
was of disgust Could it be possib
!, that his wife had gone to the hospit
and actually mistaken another ma
for himself?
) Or was somebody lying? That W;
more probable exclamation.