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about the only friend he had in Box
ville. And the sudden realization of
the fellow's treachery almost un
nerved the watcher at the window.
He, Driscoll, had been so wrapped
up in his hatred"antkmoodiness that
he had never been able to tell his true
friends from the false ones. He had
acted like a 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
word!" 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
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!
"I 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
Jim Driscoll opened his eyes and
stared into his wife's face.
"0, thank God, Jim! You are con
scious. You are going to get well.
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
And, kneeling at the bedside, she
flung her arms round the sick man's
"Jim, everyone is talking about it,"
she said later.
"About what?" whispered Driscoll
"The little girl in the next bed
look at her, Jim! Don't you remem
ber? You pulled her from beneath
the car which had fallen on her fath
er and killed him. Nobody knows
how you freed her, but it fell back
on your head and injured you ter
ribly. And, Jim "
Driscc-ll could read the hope in his
"Yes, my dear." he answered, pat
ting her "hand. "If you like, Mary."
"You'll adopt her, Jim? She has
nobody in the world."
And that time Mary Driscoll" read
the answer in his.
(Copyright by W. G. Chapman.)
NONE TO SPARE
Customer Have you any hair
here the color of mine?
Clerk Do you wish it for a wig?
Customer No. I want a small
piece to give to a lady