Walker Lake bulletin. (Hawthorne, Nev.) 1883-1926, 1915-02-06

It'll be hard blow for Mary" one
Of the crowd was saying. Poor Jiml"
Driscoll recognized him as the local
| druggist. with whom he had been on
bad terms for years. He clenched his
fists. He hated the mans hypocrisy
even more than himself.
"Now there's many talks against
Jim, but he wasn't such bad fel.
low" broke in the shoemaker. He
was a man named Austin, with whom
Driscoll had had feud of several
months standing, on account of a
business misunderstanding. when a
mans cranky folks makes allowances
for him. I tell you, a man who can
keep the love of woman like Mary
Driscoll must have some good in him
it stands to reason"
"It's pity there wasn't no chill
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 Driscoll
will be so overjoyed that life'l 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
WE'LL It seems there's a splinter Of
bone pressing on his brain, and they
can't tell how much it's injured him.
he Cai ~ No
brains all right; If he don't-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
bad srord 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
a 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 an.
other speaker say:
81 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
| mr.
couldn't hide it, but she looked like a
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 WON.
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 Box
ville And the sudden realization OF
the fellows treachery almost I'M
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. II
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
1t, 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, wip
ing her eyes.
They had not heard him! Nobody
had heard or noticed him! And, even
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!
Il 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 Aopelessness
crushed him.
"Jim!"
Jim Driscoll opened his eyes and
stared into his wifes face.
20, thank God, JIM You are con.
scious. You are going to get we'll,
Jim, God has answered my prayers.
I 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
deari"
And, kneeling at the bedside she
flung her arms round the sick mans