The Challis messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1912-current, 1924-11-12

oolnetimes, Indeed. he made mistakes.
sometimes fortune was against him
once three-thousand-dollar verdict
was nuilihed by the defendants 70
ing INTO bankruptcy and paying only
zen per cent. leaving Malachi in debt
10 his own lawyer.
He grew wise In the ways Of sur-
geons and hospitals. He dared not
repeat Doctor Coue's formula, DAY
Wy uay' In every way. / am getting
better and better" lest inadvertently
ne might cure himself and destroy his
means OF livelihood.
AT last he was unlucky enough to
take out an accident policy. On his
next coup he locked horns with the
insurance company. He won, but the
surgeon was suspicious and insulting.
Il believe you're a crook. I'll get
you yet"
Malachi felt uneasy, and with good
reason. His next accident came only
week later In the same city, and
against his will. A taxi stole up on
MIN In the dusk, and sped away, after
knocking him senseless.
AS he was browsing comfortably In
the hospital one afternoon, the ward
doctor, accompanied by two stout
knaves with stretcher, halted beside
his bed. Soon Malachi found himself
on the table in the operating room.
What are you going to do?" he de
manded suspiciously.
Fix your hip, so that you'll never
have any more trouble with it." the
surgeon treasured him.
Malachi became wide awake In a
moment. These thugs were preparing
to steal away his living.
Help! Murderl Policel" he
shouted.
1t was very pretty fracas. Malachi
gave a gallant imitation of Samson,
fighting for life, liberty and the pur-
suit Of happiness, but the Philistines
were too many for him. Pans, band |
ages, knives and lancets flew In all |
directions. Operating-room colloquial- !
lsms filled the air, remarks which |
never get into the papers but which
show that medical men still are hu-
nan.
Malachi fought with all the limbs
lie had. He kicked one doctor. He
knocked another down. He tipped
| screen over; behind 1t, like lurking
iger, grinned his enemy, the insur-
nee surgeon.
Finally they had him-on the hip.
rhe two strong varlets gripped his
rms; pair Of nurses held his legs;
two-hundred-pound janitor sat on
is stomach. He couldn't strike or
lick or even bite. The ward physi-
ian fastened a strangle hold on his
hroat and pushed back his head.
"The poor fellows off his nut"
anted he pityingly. "Stide him,
)oc!"
Grinning more fiendishly than ever,
he insurance surgeon damned the
louth. Malachi held his breath till
e was. black in the face and saw a
undred Milky Ways; at last he had
, fill his lungs and Old Doc Ether got
/ his dirty work. Jimson took the
punt and went off in a roaring Ma
ira Of fireworks.
He came to with a stabbing ache In
S hip and his arms held immovably
a straight jacket. His enemy and
e house surgeon were looking at
IN.
I'll guarantee that hip never'n pop
1t again." said the hospital man.
that metal bond'n5kold it in place
It'll he sprouts VIM
Malachi's nemesis only grinned
They did not take off -. straight
cket until the wound had II He'd, and
mson was discharged. cured. At the
st opportunity he tried to throw his
D out, but found that he couldn't.
= faced a cold, heartless world, re.
ced once more to the necessity of
ing back to plumbing.