The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1914-12-31

IL . pity LAGkc NdSD AlO I'LL
dren," sighed Miss Hemans, the sis
ter of the butcher. That's what ate
into their hearts like acid. But
guess that if he lives Mary Driscol
will be SO overjoyed that life'll take
on a happier look for her"
mo chance of his recovering, is
there?" asked Austin.
"a small one" said the butcher
The doc says that if he RECEIVERS
consciousness he'll most likely get
well. 1t seems there's splinter OF
bone pressing on his brain, and they
can't tell how much it's injured him
If he RECEIVERS consciousness. the
brains all right; if he dont-well, he
won't, that's all"
did Mary Driscoll write that?'
asked another.
Sure. She wrote to Miss Hemans
here"
Jim Driscoll was conscious of min
gled emotions. The first was OF
shame and humiliation. Of all the
neighbors gathered there, not one had
a bad word for him. But the second
was of disgust Could it be possible
that his wife had gone to the hospital
and actually mistaken another man
for himself?
Or was somebody lying? That was
more probable explanation. OF
course! 1t was a lie. His impulse
was to run into the room, but he re-
strained himself and he heard AM
other speaker say:
II tell you, Miss Hemans, when
saw Mary Driscoll start off this morn'
ing, she looked actually pretty in that
black dress of hers, in spite of her
couldn't hide it, but she looked like q
girl again. Sorrow seems to bring
back the youth in some people"
"She's had sorrow enough" broke
in the first sneering voice that Dris-
coll had heard. Living with man
like Jim is enough to make any wam'
an wish she was dead"
Driscoll knew the speaker. He was
the cashier of the local bank, and
about the only friend he had in Eox1
Vile And the sudden realization of
the fellows treachery almost TN
nerved the watcher at the window.
He, Driscoll, had been so wrapped
up in his hatred and moodiness that
he had never been able to tell his true
friends from the false ones. He had
acted like fool. An overwhelming
sense of remorse came over him. If
he could see Mary now, and tell her
what a fool he had been.
And, unable longer to restrain him.
self, he sprang for the door, opened
it, and rushed into the parlor.
I'm here, and I've heard every
world" he shouted to the assembly.
"You, Mr.. Nevins-" he turned to the
cashier-"were my best friend. and
you can walk right out of my house
and never come"
well, Jim Driscoll was a good man
in his way" said Miss Hemans, WHIP
ing her eyes.
They had not heard him! Nobody
ldu VI uOtlCCu IAlU, CNCh
as he stood there, bewildered Nevins
walked straight into him-and through
him!
In an instant Driscoll understood.
He was dead! He had died in the
collision, and he was in his own home
In the spirit, while the mangled flesh
lay-in the hospital, no doubt, where
his patient wife was watching!
81 agree with you, Miss Hemans."
the butcher answered.
Jim Driscoll turned slowly away,
and, with the realization that his last
chance to redeem his life was gone,
an agonizing sense of hopelessness
crushed him.
"Jim!"
Jim Driscoll opened his eyes and
stared into his wife's face.
20. thank God, jim! You are con-
scious. You are going to get we'll.
Jim, God has answered my prayers.
/ have prayed for you night and day
these ten days past, and the doctor
said if you knew me again you would
recover Jim, my dear-Jim, o, my
dear!"
And, kneeling at the bedsid~ she
flung her arms round the sick mans
neck.
"Jim, everyone is talking about it,
she said later.
about what?" whispered Driscoll
feebly.
"The little girl in the next bed
look at her, Jim! Don't you remem.
Der? You pulled her from beneath
the car which had fallen on her ia
Their and killed him. Nobody knows
how you freed her, but 1t fell back
on your head and injured you terri
bly,. And, Jim"
Driscoll could read the hope in his
wife's eyes.
Eyes, my DEAR" he answered, pat.
ting her hand. IF you like, Mary"
You'll adopt her, Jim? he has
nobody in the world"
And that time Mary Driscoll read
the answer in his.
Copyright 1914, by w. G. Chapmano
Certainly Not His Hat.
The good parson was preaching out