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Baptist—N. Main St.—Jas. W.
Rose, Pastor,
Preaching servicea every lirat
and Third Sunday* at ILOO a. m.
and 7.30 p. m.
Sunday School every Sunday at
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Preaching every First, Third and
Fourth Sundays at 11.00 a. m. and
every First, Third, Fourth and
Fifth Sundays at 7.00 p. m.
Sunday School every Sunday at
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Sunday School every Sunday at
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Preaching every Second and
Fourth Sundays at 7.30 p. m.
Sunday School every Sunday at
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perintendent
Oneida—Sunday School every
Sunday at 2.30 p. m.—J. V. Pome
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SYNOPSIS.
CHAPTER I—Sheridan's attempt to
make a business man ot his son Bibbs by
starting him In the machine shop ends In
Bibbs coins to a sanitarium, a nervous
wreck.
CHAPTER ll—On his return Blbha la
met at the station Jav b'» slater Edith.
CHAPTER 111-He finds himself an in
considerable ind unconsidered figure In
the "New House" of the Bharidans. He
sees Mary Vertrees looking at him from
a summer house next door.
CHAPTER IV-Thv VertreUies, old town
family and Impoverished, call on the
Sherldans. newly-rich, and afterward dis
cuss them. Mary puts into words her
parents' unspoken wish that she marry
one ot the Sheridan boys.
CHAPTER V-At the Sheridan house
warming banquet Sheridan spreads him
self. Mary frankly encourages Jim Sheri
dan's attention, and Bibbs hears he Is to
be sent back to the machine shop.
CHAPTER Vl—Mary tella her mother
about the banquet ana shocks her moth
er by talking of Jim as a matrimonial
possibility.
' 7'"i ~ ' CHAPTER VII.
Edith, glancing casually Into the
"ready-made" library, stopped abrupt
ly, seeing Bibbs there alone. He wag
standing before the pearl-framed and
gold-lettered poem, musingly inspect
ing It. lie read it:
FUGITIVE.
I will forget the things that sting:
The lashing look, the barbed word.
I know the very hands that fling
The stones at me had never stirred
To anger but for their own scars.
They've suffered so, that's why they
strike.
I'll keep my heart among the stars
Where none shall hunt it. Oh, Ilka
These wounded ones I must not be.
For, wounded, I might strike In turn!
So, none shall hurt me. For and free
Where my heart flies no one shall learn.
"Bibbs!" Eilltb'a voice was angry,
and her color deepened suddenly as
she came Into the room, preceded by a
scent of violets much more powerful
than that warranted by the actual
bunch of them upon the lapel of her
coat.
Bibbs did not turn bis head, but
wagged it solemnly, seeming depressed
by the poem. "Pretty young, isn't it?"
he saidf "There must have been some
thing about your looks that got the
prize, Edith; I can't believe the poem
did it."
She glanced hurriedly over her shoul
der and spoke sharply, but In a low
voice: "T don't think it's very nice of
you to bring It up at all. Bibbs. I didn't
want them to frame it, and I wish to
goodness papa'd quit talking about It;
but here, that night, after the dinner,
didn't he go and read it aloud to the
whole crowd of 'em! I thought I'd die
of shame!"
Bibbs looked grieved. "The poem
isn't that bad, Edith. You see, you
were only seventeen when you wrote
it"
"Oh, hush up!" she snapped. "I wish
It had burnt my fingers the drat time
I touched it. Then I might have had
sense enough to leave It where It was.
I had no business to take It, and I've
been ashamed—"
"No, no," he said, comfortingly. "It
was the very most flattering thing ever
happened to me. It was almost my
last flight before I went to the machine
shop, and it's pleasant to think some
body liked It enough to—"
"But I don't like ItT' she exclaimed.
"I don't even understand It—and papa
made so much fuss over its getting the
prize, I Just hate itl The truth la I
never dreamed It'd get the prize."
"You have to live it down, Edith.
Perhaps abroad and under another
you might find—"
''Oh, hush up! I'll hire someone to
steal it and burn it the first chance I
get." She turned away petulantly,
moving to the door. "I'd like to think
I could hope to hear the last of It be
fore I die!"
"Edith!" he called, as she went into
the hall.
"What's the matter?"
"I want to ask yon: Do I really look
better, or have you Just got used to
me?"
"What on earth do yon mean?" she
said, coming back aa far as the thresh
old.
"When I first csrae you couldn't look
at me," Bibbs explained, In his Imper
sonal way. "But I've noticed yon look
at me lately. I wondered if I'd —■"
"It's because you look so much bet
ter," she told him, cheerfully. "This
month you've been here's done yoo no
end of good. Anybody could look at
you now. Bibbs, and not—not get—"
"Sick?"
-Well—almost that!" she laughed.
"And you're getting a better color
every day, Bibbs; yon really are.
You're really getting along splendidly."
"I—l'm afraid so," he said, ruefully.
"Afraid so! Well, if yoo aren't the
queerest! I suppose you mean father
might send you back to the machine
shop If you get well enough. I beard
him say something about it the night of
the—" The Jingle of a distant bell la
terrupted ber, and she glanced at her
watch. "Bobby Lamhorn! I'm going
to motor him out to look at a place In
the country. Afternoon, Bibbs!"
When she had gone, Blbba mooned
pessimistically from shelf to shelf, hi*
eye wandering aaong the titles of the
books. The library consisted almost
entirely of handsome "uniform edi
tions." They made an effective deco
ration for the room, all these big, ex
pensive books, with a glossy binding
here and there twinkling a reflection of
the flames that crackled In the splendid
Gothic fireplace: but Blbba had an Im
prest lon that the »e
"Pretty Young, isn't It?" He Said.
lected them considered them a relief,
and that white-jacket considered them
a harden of dust, and that nobody elfte
considered them at nil. Himself, be
disturbed not one.
There came a chime of bells from a
clock In another part of the bouse, and
white-Jacket appeared beamingly In
the doorway, bearing furs. "Awready,
Mist' Bibbs," he announced. "You*
ma say wrap up wawm f you" ride
an' she caln' go with you today, an' nol
fglt go see you' pa at to' 'clock. Aw
ready, suh."
He equipped Bibbs for the dallj
drive Doctor Ourney had commanded
and In the manner of master of cere
monies unctuously led the way. In tin
hall they passed the Moor, and Hlbbl
paused before It while whlte-Juckel
opened the door with a flourish and
waved condescendingly to the chauf
feur In the car which stood waiting in
the driveway.
"It seems to me I asked you what
you thought about this 'statue' when I
first came home, George," said Bibbs,
thoughtfully. "Wh#t did you tell me?"
"YcHHuh!" tOeorge chuckled, per
fectly understanding that for some un
known reason Bibbs enjoyed hearing
him repeat his opinion of the Moor.
"You ast me when you firs' come home,
an' you ast me nez' day, an' mighty
near ev'y day all time you been here;
an' las' Sunday you ast me twlcet." He
shook his bead solemnly. "Look to me
mm' be somep'm mighty lamldal 'bout
'at statue!"
"Mighty what?"
"Mighty lamldal!" George burst out
laughing. "What do 'at word meau,
Mist' Bibbs?"
"It's exactly the word for the
statue," said Bibbs, with conviction, as
he climbed Into the car. "It's a luml
dal statue."
"Hlyl!" George exulted. "Man! Man!
Listen! Well, suh, she mighty lanildiil
statue, but lamldal statue heup o' trou
ble to dus'l"
"I expect she is!" said Blhlm, as tlio
engine began to churn; and a moment
later he was swept from sight.
George turned to Mist' Jackson, who
had been listening benevolently In the
hallway. "Same he uw-ways say, Mist'
Jackson—'l expec' she Is!' Kv'y day
be try f git me talk 'bout 'at lamldal
statue, an' aw-ways, las' thing be say,
'I expec" she is!' You know, Mist'
Jackson, If be git well, 'at young inan
go' bo pride o' the family, Mist' Jack-
Son. Yea sub, right now I pick "lm fo'
firs' money I"
"Look out with all 'at money,
George!" Jacluon warned the enthusi
ast. "White folks 'n 'is house know
Mm heap longer 'n you. You the on'y
man bettln' on 'lmP'
"I risk Itr cried George, merrily. "I
pot her all on now—ev'y cent! 'At
boy's go' be flower o' the flock V
This singular prophecy, founded
aomewhat recklessly upon gratitude
for the meaning of "lamldal," differed
radically from another prediction con
cerning Bibbs, set forth for the benefit
of a fair auditor some twenty minutes
later. Jim Hberldsn, skirting the edges
of the town with Mary Vertrees beside
blm. In his own swift machine, encoun
tered the invalid upon the highroad.
The two cars were going In opposite di
rections, and the occupants of Jim's
had only a swaying glluipse of Bibbs
sitting alone on the back seat—bis
white face startllngly white against
cap and collar of black fur—but be
flashed into recognition as Mary bowed
to blm.
Jim waved bis left band carelessly.
"It's Bibbs, taking his constitutional,"
he explained.
"Yes, I know," said Mary. "I bowed
[ to him, too, though I've never met him.
j In fact, I've only seen him once—no,
twice. I hope he won't tbluk I'm very
bold, Irawing to blm."
"I doubt If be notlc j& It," said hon
est Jim.
"Oh, ob!" she crifd.
"What's the trouble?"
"I'm almost sure people notice It
when I bow to tbem."
"Ob, I see!" said Jim. "Of course
|y.r would ordinarily, but Blblw Is
OBAHAM, N. C..THUBSDAY, JULY 27, 1916
funny."
"Is he? How?" ahe asked. "He
strikes me aa anything but funny."
"Well, I'm bla brother," Jim said,
deprecatlngly, "but I don't know what
he'a like, and, to tell the truth, I'vs
never felt exactly Hke I was hi* broth
er, the way Ido Boecoe. Nobody could
ever get blm to do anything; you can't
get him to do anything now. He never
had any Ufa In him; and honestly, If
he la my brother, I must aay 1 believe
Blbba Sheridan la the lailest man (Ml
ever niadel I hate to say It but Bibbs
Sheridan 'II never amouut to auything
aa long as he lives."
Mary looked thoughtful. there
any particular reason why he should?"
she asked.
"Oood gradoua!" he exclaimed. "You
don't mean that do you? Don't you
believe in a man's knowing how to
earn bla salt, no matter how much
money bis father'a got? Hasn't the
buslneaa of this world got to be carried
on by everybody In It? Are we going
to lay back on what we've got and see
other fellows get ahead of ua? If we've
got big things already, lan't It every
man'a business to go ahead and make
'em trigger? Isn't It bis duty? Don't
we alwaya want to get bigger and big
ger?"
"Ye-e*—l don't know. But I feel
rather sorry fo* your brother. He
looked so lonely—and sick."
"He's gettln' better every day," Jim
said. "Doctor Ourney saya so. There's
nothing much the matter with him,
really—it's nine-tenths imaginary.
'Nervea'l People that are willing to
be busy don't have nervoua dlseasea,
because they don't have time to lmag
lue 'em."
"You mean his trouble la really men
tal?"
"Ob, he's not a lunatic," said Jim.
"He's Just queer. Sometimes he'll say
something right bright, but half the
time what be says Is 'way off the sub
ject, or else there isn't any sense to it
at all. For Instance, the other day I
heard him talkln' to one of the darkles
In the ball. The darky aaked hiui what
time he wanted the car for his drive,
and anybody elae in the world would
have Just said what time they did
want it and that would have been all
there was t* It; but here's what Blbba
says, and I. heard him with my own
eara. 'What time do ( want the car?"
he says. 'Well, now, that depends—
that depends,' be says. He tallu slow
like that you know. 'l'll tell you what
time I want the car, Oeorge,' be says,
'if you'll tell me what you think of this
statue!' That's exuetly bis words I
Asked the darky what be thought of
that Arab Edith and mother bought for
the balll"
"It's Blbba Taking Hla Constitutional."
Mary pondered upon this. "He might
have been in fun, perhaps," she sug
gested.
I "Askin* a darky what be thought of
a piece of statuary—of a work of art!
I Where on earth would lie the fun of
that? No, you're Juat kind-hearted—
and that's the way you ought to be, of
course—"
"Thank you, Mr. Sheridan!" she
laughed.
"See here!" he cried. "Isn't there
any way for us to get over this Mister
and Miss thing? A month's got thirty
one days in It; I've managed to be with
you a part of pretty near all the thirty
one, and I think you know bow I feel
by this time—"
She looked panic-stricken Immedi
ately. "Ob no," she protested, quickly.
"No, I don't and —"
"Yes, you do," lie ssld, and his
voice shook a little. "You couldn't help
knowing."
"Hut 1 doT' sha denied, hurriedly. "I
do help knowing. I mean— Ob, waltP'
"What for? You do know bow I
feel, and you—well, yon've certainly
t wanted me to feel that way—or else
pretended—"
"Now, now!" site lamented. "You're
spoiling such a cheerful afternoon!"
, " 'Spoiling' ItT' He slowed down the
l car and turned his face to ber squarely.
"See here, Mlss Vertree*,baven't you—
"Stop! Stop the car a minute." And
when he had compiled she faced him
as squarely as he evidently deal red
i her to face blm. "Listen. I dou't
i want you to go on, today."
, "Why not?" he aaked, slisrply.
"I don't know."
, "You mean It's Juat a whim?"
I "I don't know," ahe repeated. Her
voijte wss low snd troubled snd hon
est and she kept ber clear eyea upon
' bis.
"Will you tell me something?"
I "Almost anything."
"Have you ever told any man you
lovel blm?"
r And at that, though ahe Isughed, she
looked a little contemptuous. "No,"
. she said. "And I dou't think I ever
shall tell any man that —or ever know
what It means. I'm lu earnest, Mr.
Sheridan."
t "Then you—you've Just been flirting
with me!" Poor Jim looked both furi
) oua and crestfallen.
, "Not one bit!" ahe cried. "Not one
word! Not one syiiabiei I've meant r
every single thing!"
"I don't—"
"Of 'course yon don't!" she said.
"Now, Mr. Sheridan, I want you to
atart the car. Now! Thank you. Slow
ly, till I finish what I want to say. I
have not flirted with you. I have de
liberately courted you. One thing more,
and then I waut you to take me
atraight home, talking about the
weather all the way. I said that I do
not believe I shall ever 'care' for any
man, and that is true. I doubt the ex
istence of the kind of 'caring' we hear
about In poems and plays and novels. 1
think it must be Just a klud of emo
tional talk—most of It At all events,
I don't feel It. Now, we can go faster,
please."
"Just where does that let me out?"
he demanded. "How does that excuse
you for—" -
"It Isn't an excuse," she snld, gently,
and gave him one Una! look, vtholly
desolate. "I haven't said I should
never merry."
"What?" Jim gasped.
She inclined her head in a broken
eort of acquiescence, very humble, tin
fathoinably sorrowful.
"1 promise nothing," she said,
faintly.
"You needn't!" shouted Jim, radiant
and- exultant "You needn't! By
George! I know you're square: that's
enough for me! You wait and promise
whenever you're ready!"
"Don't forget what I asked," she
begged him.
"Talk about the weather? I will!'
Ood bless the old weather!" cried the
happy Jim.
CHAPTER VIII.
Through the open country Bibbs was
borne flying between brown fleldß and
sun-flecked groves of gray trees, to
breathe the rushing, clean air beneath a
glorious sky. Upon Bibbs' cheeks there
was a hint of actual color, but unde- j
nlably its* phantom. Thht apparition
may have been partly the result of a |
lady's bowing to blm ujion no more
formal Introduction than the circum
stance of his having caught her look
ing Into bis window a month before.
It seemed to Bibbs that she must have
meant to convey her forglvoneas. Nor.
did he lack the Impression that he
would long remember ber as he hud
Just seen ber; her veil tumultously
blowing buck, her face glowing In the
wind—and that look of gay friendli
ness tossed to him like a fresh rose in
carnival.
Ily and by, upon a rising ground, the
driver baited the car, then backed and
tacked, and sent It forward again with
Its nose to the south and the smoke.
They passed from the farm lands, and
came, in the amber light of November
late afternoon, to the farthermost out
skirts of the city. The sky had become
only a dingy thickening of the soiled
air; and a roar and clangor of luetals
beat deafcnlnglyvon Bibbs' ears. Now
the car passed two great blocks of long
brick buildings, hideous In all wuys
possible to make them hideous. And
big as these shops were, they were
growing bigger, spreading over u third
block, where two new structures were
mushrooming to completion In some
hasty cement process of a stability not
over-reassuring. Illbbs pulled the rug
closer about him, and not even the
phantom of color was left upon his
cheeks as he passed this place, for he
knew it too well. Across the face of
one of the buildings there was an enor
mous sign: "Sheridan Automatic
I'ump company, Inc."
Thence they went through streets of
wooden houses, all grimed, and adding
their own grime from many a sooty
chimney; flimsy wooden houses of a
thousand flimsy whimsies in the fash
ioning, built on narrow lota and nudg
ing one another crosaly. Along these
streets there were skinny shade trees,
and here and there a forest elm or wal
nut had been left; but these were
dying. Some people said It was the
scale; some said It wairtho smoke; and
some were sure that asphalt and "im
proving" the streets did It; but Bigness
was In too big a hurry to bother much
about trees.
Onward the car bore Bibbs through
the older parts of the town where the
few solid old houses not already de
j mollshed were in transition; some were
j being made Into apartment buildings;
. others had gone uproariously Into
trade; one or two peeped humorously
over the topa of office buildings of one
| story In the old front yards. Altogether,
the town here was like a boarding
house hash the Sunday after Thanks
giving; the old Ingredients were die
aernlble.
This was the fringe of Blgnesa' own
sanctuary, and now Blbba reached tl/e
roaring holy of holies Itself. Magnifi
cent new buildings, already dingy,
loomed hundreds of Jeet above him;
newer ones, more magnificent, were
rising beside them, rising higher; the
streets were laid open to their entrails
and men worked underground between
palisades, and overhead In metal cob
webs like spiders In the sky. Trolloy
cars clanged and shrieked their way
round swarming corners; motor cart
of every kind and shape known to man
babbled frightful warnings and frantic
demands; hospital ambulance* clam
ored wildly for passage; aMItA whistle*
slgnsled the swinging \of titanic
tentacle and claw; rattled like
machine guns; the ground ijhook to the
thunder of gigantic trucks; and the
conglomerate® sound of It all was the
sound of earthquake playing accom
paniment* for battle and sudden death.
And In the hurrying crowd*, swirl
ing snd sifting through the brobdlngna
glan camp of Iron and steel, one saw
the camp followers and the pagan
women—there would lie work today
and dancing tonight. For the Puritan's
dry voice i* but the crackling of a leaf
underfoot In the rush and roar of the
coming of the new Egypt.
Bibb* was on time. He knew it
must be "to the minute" or his father
would consider It an outrage; and the
big chronometer In Sheridan's office
marked four precisely when Blbba
walked In. Coincident* Uy with his en
trance five people who had been at
work In the office, under Sheridan's di
rection, walked out They departed
upon 4io visible or audible suggestion,
and with a promptness that seemed
i ominous to the newcomer. As the maa
"Blt Down," Said Sheridan.
slve door clicked softly behind the
elderly stenographer, the last of the
procession, Illbbs had a feeling that
they all underatood tliut he was a fail
ure as a great man's son, a disappoint
ment, the "queer one" of the family,
and that be had been summoned to
Judgment—a well-founded Impression,
for that was exactly what they under
stood.
"Sit down," said Sheridan.
It is frequently an advantage for
deans, schoolmasters and worried fa
ther* to pluce delinquents In the sit
ting posture. Bibbs sat.
Sheridan, standing, gazed enigmatic
ally upon his son for a period of
silence, then walkod slowly to a win
dow and stood looking out of it, his
big bauds, loosely hooked together by
the thumbs, behind his back. They
were sollod, as were all other builds
down town, except such as might be
itilf damp from a basin.
"Well, Bibbs," he said at last, not
altering his attitude, "do you know
what I'm goln' to do with you?"
Bibbs, leaning buck In his chair, fixed
his eyes contemplatively upon the cell
ing. "I heard you tell Jim," be began,
lu his slow way. "You said you'd send
him to tho machine shop with me If lie
didn't propose to Miss Vertrees. So I
suppose thut must be your plun for ine.
But—"
"But what?" said Shcrlilau, irritably,
as the son paused.
"Isn't there somebody you'd lot me
propose to?"
Thut brought his father sharply
round to face him. "You ben t the
devil! Blbba, what Is the mutter with
you? Why can't you be like anybody
else?" ,
"Liver, maybe," said Illbbs. gently.
"Boh! Even ole Doc Ourney says
there's nothlu' wrong with you organ
ically. No. You're a dreamer, Bibbs;
that's what's the matter, and that's all
the matter. Oh, not one o' these big
dreamers that put through the big
deals! No, sir! You're the klud o'
dreamer that Just sets out on the back
fence and thinks übout liow much trou
ble there must be in the v/orld! That
ain't the kind that builds the bridges.
Bibbs; It's the kind that borrows fif
teen cents from his wife's uncle'*
brother In law to get ten cent's -worth
o' plug tobacco and a nickel's worth o 1
quinine!"
He put the finishing touch to this
etching with a snort, and turned agalu
to the window.
"Look out there!" he bade his son.
"Look out o' thut window! Look at
the life and energy down there! Look
at the big tilings young men are doln'
in this town!" Hi- swung alHiut, com
ing to the mahogany desk In the mid
dle of the room "Look at what your
own brothers are doln'! Look at Itos
coe! Yes, and look at Jim! 1 made
Jim president o' the Sheridan Itealty
company last new year's, and It's an
example to any young man—or ole
man, either —the way he took ahold of
it Last July we found out we wanted
two more big warehouses at the pump
work*— wnnted 'em quick. Contractors
said It couldn't lie done; said nine or
ten months at the soonest; couldn't see
it any other way. What 'd Jim do?
Took the contract himself; found a
fellow with a new cement ami Concrete
process: kept men on the Job night ifnd
day, and stayed on It night and day
himself—-and, by Oeorge! we begin to
use them warehouses next week! Hour
months and a luilf, and every Inch fire
proof! I toll you Jim's one u' llicso
fellers that make miracles happen! I
tell you these young business men I
watch Just do my heart good! 'lliey
don't set around on the buck feme no,
sir! They're puttln' their life blood In
to It 1 tell you, and that's why we're
gettln' bigger every minute, and why
they're gettln' bigger, and why It's all
goln' to keep on gettln' bigger!"
lie slapped the desk resoundingly
with his open palm, and then, observ
ing that llllilsi remained In the same
Impassive sttltude, with his eyes still
fixed upon the celling in a contempla*
tlon somewhat plaintive. Kherldun wa*
Impelled to groan. "Oh. Lord!" h«i
said. "This Is the way you alway*
were. I don't believe you understand
a darn word I been snylu'! You don't
look as If you did. l!y Oeorge! It's die*
couraging!"
"I don't understand about getting—'
about getting bigger," said Illbbs,
bringing his gaze down to look at hi*
father placatively. "I dou't sec Just
why—"
"What?" Sheridan leaned forward,
resting his hands upon the desk and
staring across It Incredulously at hi*
son.
"I don't understand—exactly—what
you want It all bigger for?"
"Oreat Ood!" shouted Sheridan, and
struck the desk a blow with hi*
clenched list. "A son of mine asks mo
that! You go out and ask the [xwiri-xC
day laborer you can find! Ask blm
that question—"
"1 did once," Bibbs Interrupted;
"when I wa* In the machine shop. I—"
"Whu'd he say?"
"He said, 'Oh, bell!*" answered I
Bibb*, mildly.
"Yea, I reckon be would!" Sheridan
swung away from the desk. "I reckon
he certainly would! And I got plenty
sympathy with him right now, myself!"
"It'» the save answer, then?" Bibbs'
voice was serious, almost tremulous.
"Damnation!" Sheridan roared.
"Did you ever hear the word pros
perity, you ninny? Did you ever hear
the word ambition? Did you ever hear
the word progress?"
He flung himself into a chair after
the outburst, bis big chest surging, his
throat tumultuous with guttural inco
herences. "Now then," he said, husk
"A Man's Got to Oo a Man'* Work."
ily. when the anguish bud somewhat
abated, "what do you want to do?"
Taken by surprise, Bibbs stammered.
"What-wlmt do-I —what —"
"If I'd let you do exactly what you .
hnd the whim for, what would you
do?"
Bibbs looked startled; then timidity
overwhelmed htm —a profound shy
ness. He bent his head and fixed his
lowered eyes upon the toe of Ills shoe,
which be moved to and fro upon the
rug like a culprit called to the desk iu
school.
"What would you do? Loaf?"
"No, sir." Illbbs' voice wus almost
fnaudlble, und what little sound It
nrtide wiw un(|uwtionably u guilty
sound. "I suppose I'd—l'd try to —to
write."
„ "Write what?"
"Nothing Important—Just poems and
essays, perhaps."
"I see," said his father, breathing
quickly with the restraint be wus put
ting upon himself. "That Is, you wuut
to write, but you don't want to write
unythlnti_of any account."
"You think —"
Kheriduu got up again. "I take my
hat off to the man that can write a
good ad," be said, emphatically. "The
iM-st writln' talent In this country is
right spang In the ail business today.
You buy a iniigiy.liie for good wrltlu' —
look on the back of it! Let me tell
you I pay money for tliut kind o'
writln'. Mayite you think It's easy.
Just try It! I've tried It, und I can't
do It. I tell you an ad's got to be writ
ten xi) It makes people do the hardest
thing In this world to get 'ein to do: It's
gut to make 'em give up their money!
You talk about 'poems and essays.'
I tell you when it comes to the actual
skill o' puttln' words together so as to
make things buppen, It. T. llloss, right
here in this city, knows more in u
minute than George Waldo Emerson
ever knew 111 his whole life!"
"You—you may be—" Itlblis said,
indistinctly, the last word smothered In
a cough.
"Of course I'm right! And If It ain't
Just like you to want to take up with
the must out-o' date kind o' wrltlu'
there Is! 'l'neins iiliil essays'! My
l.urd, Itlbbs. that's women's work!
Why, look at Edith! 1 expect that
poem o' hers would net u pretty high
water mark for you, young twin, and
It's tin* only one she's ever managed
to write In her whole life! And Edith's
a smart girl, ahe'iPgot more energy lu
her little linger lliau you ever give me
a chance to your whole Ixsly,
Illbbs I'm not sSyiii' a word against
poetry I wouldn't take ten thousand
dollars right now fur Hint poem of
Edith's; and poetry's all right enough
In Its plii'V lint yon leave It to the
glrlx A man's got to do a man's work
In this world."
lie Heated hlumvlf In s chair at tils
•mi's side and. leaning over. tapped
IIIIIIIH confidentially on the kliee j
"This city's got tlie greatest future In
America, and If my sons tielyive right J
by me and by themselves they're goln' j
to have a mighty fair share of It -a
mighty fair share I love tliln town. I
love it like I-do my own business, and
I'd tight for It as quick as I'd light for
my own family. It's a beautiful town.
Ijxik at our wholesale district; look at
any district you want to; look at the
| park system we're puttln' through, and
the boulevards and the public mutuary
I And she grows, (iml! how she grows!"
lie hail become Intensely grave; tie
j spoke with solemnity. "Now. Itlblis. I
can't take any of It -nor any gold or
■liver nor buildings nor bom!*— away
with me In my shroud when I have to
go. Hut I want to leave my share In
It to my Soys I've worked for It; I've
been a builder and a maker; and two
blades of grass have grown where one
grew before, whenever t laid my hanfl
on the ground ami willed 'em to grow.
I've built big, and 1 want the buildin'
to go on And when my last hour
comes I want to know that my boys
are rcudy to take churge. Illbbs. when
I'm up above I wunt to know that the
big share I've made mine, here below.
Is growln' bigger and bigger In the
charge of my boys."
He leaned back, deeply moved.
"There!" he said, huskily. "I've never
spokeu more wbut was In my heart in
my life. I do It bccuuse I want ybtl
to understand —and not think me a
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mean father. I never had to talk that
way to Jim and Itoscoe. They under
stood without any talk, Bibbs."
"I see," said Bibbs. "At least I
think I do. Bat—"
"Walt a minute!" Sheridan raised
lils hand. "If you gee the least bit in
the world, then you underatand what.
It meant to st«rt one o' my boyi andl
have him come buck on me the wajjj
you did, anil have to be sent to s sani
tarium because be couldn't stand work.
Now, let's get right down to It, Blbtftki
I've bud a whole lot o' talk with oloi
Dsc Ourtiey about you, one time and'
ano the r, and I reckon 1 understand!
your case Just about as well as b*t
I does, unyway. f
"Now, why did work make yon sleW
Instead of brace you up and maka a|
man of you the way It ought of donel
I pinned ole Gurney down to It I saysj
'Look here, ain't it really because bet
Just plain hated It?* 'Yes,' be saysJ
I 'that's It. if he'd enjoyed It, It
'a' hurt him.' And that's about tIMM
way It is."
"Yes," suld Bibbs, "that's about tt*j
way it la." I ,
"Yyell, then, I reckon lt'a up to mei
not only to make you do It, but tai
make you like it!"
Bibbs shivered. And he turned upon;
bis father a look that waa almost;
ghostly. "I can't," be said. In s low)
voice. "I can't."
"Can't go back to the shop?"
"No. Can't like It I csn't"
Sheridan Jumped up, hli patience
gone. To his own view, be had rea
soned exhaustively, bad explalnedi
fully and had pleaded more than a fa
ther should, only to be mot In the end
with the tiureuaoulug and mysterious
stiihlHiruness which had been Blbbs'i
tin tiling characteristic from childhood.
"By George, you will!" he cried.
"You'll go back there and you'll like ltl
Qurney says It won't hurt you If you
like it, and he suys It 'II kill you if you
go hack and Imte it; so it looks as If It
was about up to you not to hate It,
Well, Gurney'* a fool! Hatln' work
doesn't kill any laxly; and thl* Isn't
goln' to kill you, whether you bate It or
not. I've never made a mistake In m
serious matter In ray life, and It wasn't
a mistake my scudln' you there in the
llrst place. And I'm goln' to prove It
—l'm goln' to send you back there and
vindicate my Judgment Gurney aays
It's all 'mental attitude.' Well, you'rs
goln' to learn the right-one! He say*
In a couple of more month* thl* fool
thing that's been the mutter with you'll
lie disappeared completely and you'll
lie buck lu us good or better condition
than you were liefore you ever went)
Into the shop. And right then Is when
you begin over—right In that aams;
shop! Nobody can call me a bard mas
or a mean father. I do the be»t I cair
for my children, and I take the fnll|
responsibility for brlngln' my son*
to Is- men. Now, so far, I've fallea
with you. But I'm not goln' to keen
on fnllltr. I never tackled a Job yet I
iliiln't put through, and I'm pot gob*''
to begin with my own son. I'm goln*
to make a man of you. By God! t
a In!"
Illhlm rose aml went slowly to the
door, where he turned. "You say yoo
give me u couple of months?" be said.
Hlierldan pushed a bell-button on bla
desk "Gurney suld two months mora
would put you buck where you were.
You go home aud begin to get yourself »
in the right 'mental attitude' before
those two months are up! Good-byl" j
"Good by, sir," said Bibbs, meekly.
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