Walker Lake bulletin. (Hawthorne, Nev.) 1883-1926, 1915-04-17
SHE GAVE HIM LIFE
And in Return He Saved Her
From Grave and Imminent
Danger.
BY DOROTHY DOUGLAS.

of his life in condemnation of those
people who had CHANGED either by
their own endeavor or by that of their
forefathers to have acquired wealth.
Cranborn was one of those men who
believed that the world and the idle
rich owed him living.
On Cranborns side, however, and
a circumstance that somewhat less
| ened the conclusive evidence against
him, was the fact that he had been
orphaned at an early day in his life.
Being of retiring nature, he had
never inveigled himself into a circle
other than one of Indifference to his
| own welfare. Those within his circle
had no ambition Of their own and,
therefore, none to instill into anyone
else. Cranborn drifted into man.
| hood without an influence for good
or evil having left it's mark on him
If his mind was unnourished from
lack of energy, so also was his body,
and Cranborn found himself at twen-
ty-five lying in a hospital without
the necessary strength to undergo an
operation.
Perhaps for the first time in his
life Cranborn desired to go on liv-
ing. He wished that he had spent
less money on cigarettes and more
on bread, so that his body would not
be in the humiliating position of alb
ject weakness. A spark of anger
famed in his eyes. All the strength
of his mind concentrated itself in
condemnation of the rich and idle,
who had not only food in abundance
but all the luxuries that he lacked.
The soft purring of a limousine at
the hospital door only augmented
Cranborn's grievance and he turned
his face to the wall. He would not
have believed had he been told at the
moment that the young lady stepping
out of the limousine had come that
her blood might be transfused into
his. Cranborn's veins.
When he turned his face from the
wall at the command of the surgeon,
Cranborn shrank within himself
Beautiful and glowing with won
derful vitality and health was the
girl who stood beside the surgeon.
This young lady is going to give
you a new life," Doctor Lyman said
81 am going to transfuse some of her
blood into your body"
Il won't have her do it," Cranborn
muttered weakly and turned his
shamed face away from the radiant
girl in whose eyes shone a great
pity.
But you will not deprive me of
the pleasure it will afford me" she
said quickly in a voice so musical
that Cranborn vibrated with the
rhythm of it. 'You see l have been
on Doctor Lyman's list for long time
and never before have I been allowed
to give my blood to any of his pa
tents. Now he has called me here
because my blood agrees in certain
pathological particulars with yours,
and | do so want to do this little
good in the world" She was looking
with. actual pleading now into the
eyes she had compelled to meet her
own. Il have everything in the
world save the knowledge that have
saved human life. Surely you will
not rob me of this opportunity"
A weak sob shook Cranborn's body
and he closed his eyes.
Doctor Lyman motioned the girl to
remove her wraps. The surgeon then
prepared his large caliber needle by
which the vein to vein sewing and
consequent soaring is avoided, but
Cranborn must have been uncon-
scious during the proceeding, for he
knew no more until warm, content
ed sense of well being permeated his
body The room had grown dark
and he was alone except for his
nurse. who sat quietly beside him.
Cranborn would have spoken save
that complete sense of shame held
him silent. A woman, or rather,
mere girl, and one of the idle rich he
had so Systematically condemned,
had given her life blood to save him.
His useless, goodfor-nothing body
had been purified, strengthened and
made whole by the act of charity
that not one out of thousand per-
sons could offer. Pure blood did
not run in every set of veins. Had
the girl been needy person who
was making the blood sacrifice for
the twenty-five dollar fee she could
earn, Cranborn might have remained
the Cranborn Of his early manhood.
But the fact that a girl. beautiful,
wealthy and refined. had offered
practically her life that his might be
saved flung Cranborn once and for
all time into path where no shad-
ows of past failures we're to darken
the way.
After the successful operation he
lay regaining his strength and plan.
ming some kind of future for him
self.
The girl, Edith McVicker. came a
few days afterward to see how Gran
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