“This is hell, isn’t it?”
“Worse,” said the other. “Even hell is paved with good intentions.”
The Shock
A man with a very pale face, wearing a woolen comforter and holding a slender stick in his hand, staggered into a Houston drug store yesterday and leaned against the counter, holding the other hand tightly against his breast.
The clerk got a graduating glass, and poured an ounce of spiritus frumenti into it quickly, and handed it to him. The man drank it at a gulp.
“Feel better?” asked the clerk.
“A little. Don’t know when I had such a shock. I can hardly stand. Just a little more, now—”
The clerk gave him another ounce of whisky.
“My pulse has started again, I believe,” said the man. “It was terrible, though!”
“Fell off a wagon?” asked the clerk.