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BYNOPSIB.
CHAPTER I—Sheridan's attempt to
make a business man ot his aon Bibbs by
starting him In the machine shop ends In
Bibbs going "To a sanitarium, a nervous
wreck.
CHAPTER ll—On his return Bibbs la
met at the station J>v bi» sister Edith.
CHAPTER III—He finds himself an in
considerable ind unconsidered figure In
the "New House" of the Sherldans. He
sees Mary Vertrees looking at him from
a summer house next door.
CHAPTER IV—The TertrkJies, old town
family and Impoverished, call on the
Sherldans, newly-rich, and afterward dis
cuss them. Mary puts Into words her
parents' unspoker) wish that she marry
one of the Sheridan boys.
CHAPTER V~At the Sheridan house
warming banquet Sheridan spreads him
self. Mary frankly encouragee Jim Sheri
dan's attention, and Bibbs hears he Is to
be sent back to the machine shop.
CHAPTER Vl—Mary tells her mother
about the banquet and shocks her moth
er by talking of Jim as a matrimonial
possibility.
CHAPTER Vll—Jim tells Mary Bibbs
is not a lunatic—"Just queer." He pro
poses to Mary, who half accepts him.
CHAPTER Vlll—Sheridan tells Bibbs
he must go back to the machine shop as
soon as he Is strong enough. In spite of
Bibbs' plea to be allowed to write.
CHAPTER DC—Edith and Sibyl, Roscoe
Sheridan's wife, quarrel over Bobby Lam
horn; Sybil goes to Mary for help to keep
Lam horn from marrying Edith, and Mary
loaves her In the room alone.
CHAPTER IX.
Bibbs' room, that neat apartment for
transients to which the "lamldal"
George had shown him upon bis return,
still bore the appearance of temporary
quarters, possibly because Bibbs had
no clear conception of himself as a
permanent Incumbent. However, he
had set upon the mantelpiece the two
photographs that he owned; one, a
"group" twenty years old —his father
and mother, with Jim and Roscoe as
boys—and the other a "cabinet" of
Edith at sixteen. And upon a table
were the books he had taken from his
trunk: Sartor Resartus, Vlrglnlbus
Puerlsque, Huckleberry Finn, anU Aft
erwhlles. There were some other books
In the trunk—a large one, which re
mained unremoved at the foot of the
bed, adding to the general impression
of transiency. It contained nearly all
the possessions as well as the secret
life of Bibbs Sheridan, and Bibbs sat
beside It the day after his interview
with .his father, raking over a small
collection of manuscripts in the top
tray. Some of these he glanced through
dubiously, finding little comfort in
them; but one made him smile. Then
be shook his head ruefully indeed, and
ruefully began to read It. It was writ
ten on paper stamped "Hood Sani
tarium," and it bore the title, "Leisure."
. . . For a profession adapted solely to
the pursuit of happiness In thinking, I
would choose that of an Invalid; his
money is time and he may spend it on
Olympus. . . . The, world muqt be on the
other side of the wall, and tla wall must
be so thick and m> high that he cannot
hear the roaring of the furnace Area and
the screaming of the whistles. Peace—
Having read so far as the word
"peace," -Bibbs suffered an interruption
interesting as a coincidence bf con
trast ll'Kh voices sounded in the hall
Just outside bis door; aud It became
tovtdent that a woman's quarrel was la
progress, the parties to It having begun
It in Edith's room, and continuing It
vehemently as they came out Into the
hall.
"Yea, yon better go home!" Bibb*
beard bis sister vociferating, shrilly.
"You better go home and keep your
mind a little more on your husband!"
"Edle, Edle!" be beard his mother
remonstrating, as peacemaker.
"Yon see here!" This was Sibyl, and
her voice was both acrid and trem
ulous. "Don't you talk to me that
way! I came here to tell Mother Sheri
dan what I'd heard, and to let her tell
Father Sheridan If she thought she
ought to, and I did it for your own
good."
"Yes, you did!" And Edith's gibing
laughter tooted loudly. "Yes, you dldl
You didn't have any other reason! Oh
no! You don't want to break It up be
tween Bobby Lambora and ma be
cause—"
"Edle, Edle! Now, now!"
"Oh, bash up, mamma! I'd like to
know If be oughtn't to come here, what
about hla not going to her house.
How—"
"I've explained that to Mother Sheri
dan." Sibyl'* voice Indicated that ah*
was descending the stair*. "Married
people are not the same. Some things
that should be shielded from a young
girl—"
This seemed to bare no very sooth
ing effect upon Edith. " 'Shielded from
• young girl'!" she shrilled. "Yon sec in
pretty willing to be tbe shield! Yon
look oat Koscoe doesn't notice what
kind of a shield you are!"
Sibyl's answer was inaudible, but
Mrs*. Sheridan's flurried attempts at
pacification were renewed.
"Oh, hush up, mamma, and let me
alonet If you dare tell papa—"
"Well, we'll see. You Just come back
In your own room, and will—"
"No! I won't 'talk if overt" Stop
palling me! Let me alone!" And
Edith, flinging herself violently upon
Blbtm' door, Jerked it open, swung
round it Into tbe room, slammed tf»e
door behind her, and threw herself,
face down, upon tbe bed In such a riot
of emotion that she had no perception
of Bibbs' presence In tbe room. Gasp
ing and sobbing in a passion of tears,
she beat the coverlet and pillows with
her clenched Outs. "Sneak!" she bab
bled aloud. "Sneak! Bnake-in-tlie
grgss! C»tr _ ' '•* •"*—
Bibbs saw that she did not know he
was there, and he went softly toward
the door, hoping to get away before
she became aware of him; but some
sound of his movement reached her,
and she sat up, startled, facing him.
"Bibbs! I thought I saw you go out
a while ago."
"Yes. I came back, though. I'm
sorry—"
"Did you hear me quarreling with
Sibyl?" .
"Only what you said In the hall. You
lie down again, Edith. I'm going out."
"No; don't go." She applied a
handkerchief to her eyes, emitted a
sob, and repeated her request. "Don't
go. I don't mind you; you're quiet,
anyhow. Minima's so fussy, and
never gets anywhere. I don't mind
you at all, but I wish you'd sit down."
"All right" And he returned to his
chair beside the trunk. "Go ahead and
cry all you want, Edith,", he said. "No
harm In thatl" *
"Sibyl told mamma—oh!" she began,
choking. "Mary Vertrees bad mamma
and Sibyl and I to tea, one afternoon
two weeks or so ago, and she had
"I'm Going Out"
some women there that Sibyl's been
crazyget In with, and she just laid
herself out to make a hit with 'em, and
she's been running after 'em ever
since, and now she comes over here
and says they say Bobby Ijimhorn is
so bad that, even though they like bis
family, none" of the nice people In
town would let him in their houses.
In the first place, It's a falsehood, and
I don't believe a word of it; and in the
second place I know the reason she
did It, and, what's more, she knows I
know It! I won't say what It Is—not
yet—because papa' and all of you would
think I'm as crazy as she Is snaky;
and Roscoe's such a fool he'd probably
quit speaking to me. Bat It's true!
Just you watch her; that's all I ask.
Just yori watch that woman. You'Jl
seer .1
As It happened, Blbbs was literally
watching "that woman." Glancing
from the window, be saw Sibyl pause
upon the pavement In front of the old
bouse next door. She stood a moment.
In deep thought, then walked quickly
up the path to tbe door, undoubtedly
with the Intention of calling. But be
did not mention this to bis slater, wbo,
after delivering herself of a rather
vague Jeremiad upon the subject of
her sister-in-law's treacheries, depa "ted
to bar own chamber, leaving bini U Ma
speculations.
Mary Vertrees was at that moment
wondering what Internal excitement
Mrs. Roecoe Sheridan was striving to
master. But Sibyl had no Idea that
abe was allowing herself to exhibit
anything except tbe gayety which ahe
conceived proper to the manner of a
casual caller. She was no more self
conscious than she was finely Intelli
gent. Sibyl followed her Impulses with
no reflection or question—lt was like a
bound on the gallop after a master on
horseback. She had not even the in
stinct to stop and consider her effect.
If she wished to make a certain Im
pression she believed that she made It.
She believed that she was believed.
"My mother asked me to say that
•he was sorry she couldn't come down,"
Mary said, when they were seated.
Sibyl ran the scale of u eoolng.slm
nlance of laughter, whlgh she had been
brought up to consider the polite thing
to do after a remark addressed to her
by any person with whom she was not
on familiar terms. It was Intended
partly as a courtesy and partly as the
foundation for an Impreaalon of sweet
ness.
"Just thought I'd fly In a minute,"
she said, continuing the cooing to re
lieve the last doubt of her geniality.
"I wanted to tell you bow much I en-
Joyed meeting those nice people at t'-a
that afternoon. You see, coming here
a bride, I've had to depend oa my hus
band's friends almost entirely. Mr.
Sheridan has been so engrossed In l>ti«i
ness ever since, he was a mere boy,
why, of course—"
She paused, with tbe air of having
completed an explanation. . .
GRAHAM, N. C., THURSDAY, AUGUST 3, 1916
"Of course," said ifsry, sympathet
ically accepting It
"Yes. I've been seeing quits a lot
of the Klttersbys sine* that afternoon,"
Sibyl went on. "They're really delight
ful people. Indeed they are! Yes—"
She stopped with unconscious ab
ruptness, her mind plainly wandering
to another matter; and Mary per
ceived that she had come upon a defi
nite errand.
"Mrs. Kittersby and her daughter
were chatting about some of the
people here In town the other day,"
said Sibyl, repeating the cooing and
protracting It "They said something
that took' me bjr surprise! We were
talking about our mutual friend, Mr.
Robert Lamhorn—"
Mary Interrupted her promptly. "We
shouldn't consider Mr. Robert Lam
horn a friend of ours." x
- To her surprise, Sibyl nodded eager
ly, as If greatly pleased. "That's Just
the way Mrs. Kittersby talked!" she
cried, with a vehemence that made
Mary stare. "Yes, and I hear that's
the way all you old families here
speak of him!"
Mary looked aside, but otherwise
she was able to maintain her compos
ure. "I had the Impression he was a
friend of yours," she said, adding,
hastily, "and your husband's."
"Ah, yes," said the caller, absently.
"He Is, certainly. A man's reputation
for a little gayety oughtn't to make a
great difference to married people, of
course. It's where young girls are In
question. Then It may be very, very
dangerous. There are a great many
things safe and proper for married
people that might be awfly Imprudent
for a young girl. Don't you agree.
Miss Vertrees?"
"I don't know," returned the frank
Mary.- "Do you m«an that you intend
to remain a friend of Mr. Lamhorn's,
but disapprove of Miss Sheridan's do
ing so?"
"That's It exactly!" was the naive
and ardent response of Sibyl. "What
I feel about It Is that a man with his
reputation Isn't at all suitable for
Edith, and the family ought to be
made to understand It. I tell you,"
sho cried, with a sudden access of ve
hemence, "her father ought to put bis
foot down!"
Her eyes flashed with a green
spark; something seemed to leap out
and then retreat, but not before Mary
bad caught a glimpse of It as one
might catch a glimpse of a thing dart
ing forth and then scuttling back Into
hiding under a bush.
"Of course," said Sibyl, much more
composedly, "I hardly need say that
It's entirely on Edith's account that
I'm worried about this. I'm as fond
of Edltb as If she was really my sis
ter, and I can't help fretting about It.
It would break my heart to have
Edith's life spoiled."
This tune was off the key, to Mary's
ear. Sibyl tried to sing with pathos,
but she* flatted.
"And Edith's life would be spoiled,"
Sibyl continued. "It would be a
dreadful thing for the whole family.
She's the very apple of Father Sheri
dan's eye, and it would be a horrible
thing for him to have her marry a
man like Robert Lamhorn; but he
doesn't know anything about him, and
If somebody doesn't tell him, what I'm
most afraid of Is that Edith might get
bis consent and hurry on the wedding
before he finds out, and then it would
be too late. You see, Miss Vertrees,
It's very difficult for me to decide Just
what It's my duty to do."
"I see," said Mary, looking at her
thoughtfully. "Does Miss Sheridan
seem to—to care very much about
him?"
"He's deliberately fascinated her,"
returned the visitor, beginning to
breathe quickly and heavily. She was
launched now; her eyes were furious
and her voice shook. "He wient after
her deliberately, the way he does ev
erything; he's as colJ-blooded as a fish.
All he cares about Is his own pleasure,
and lately he's decided it would be
pleasant to get hold of a piece of real
money—and there was Edltb! And
he'll marry berl He told me so last
night. He Mid he was going to marry
her the first minute be could persuade
her to It —and little Edith's sll ready
to be persuaded!" Sibyl's eyes flashed
green again. "And he swore he'd do
It" she panted. "He swore he'd
marry Edith Sheridan, and nothing on
earth could stop him!"
And then Mary understood. Her
Hps parted and she stared at the bab
bling creature Incredulously, a sudden
vivid picture In her mind, a canvas of
|
M MM M M
"He Swora Ha'd Marry Edith Sharl
dan."
anconncloua Hlbyl'* painting. Mary
beheld It with pity and horror: *ha,
■aw Hlbyl clinging to Itobert I.amhorn,
raging, In a whtaper, perhap*—for Koa
coe might have been In the houae, or
aervanta might have heard. She *aw
Hlbyl entreating, beseeching. threaten
ing deapalrlngly, and Lamborn —ilred
of her—flr*t evaaive, then brutally let
tiof her have the truth; and at laat,
Infuriated, "swearing" to marry her
rival. If Sibyl had not babbled out
the word "swore" It might have been
less plain.
The poor woman blundered on,
wholly unaware of what she had con
fessed. "You see," she said, more qui
etly, "whatever's going to be done
ought to be done right away. I went
over and told Mother Sheridan what
I'd heard about Lamhorn, but Mother
Sheridan's under Edith's thumb, and
she's afraid to ever come right out
with anything. Father Sheridan'd
never In the world let Lamhorn come
near the house again If be knew his
reputation. So, you sec, somebody's
got to tell him. It Isn't a very easy
position for me, Is It, Miss Vertrees?"
"No," said Mary gravely.
"Well, to be frank," said Slbly, smil
ing. "that's why I've come to you."
"To me!" Mary fro&ned.
Sibyl rippled and cooed again.
"There Isn't anybody ever made such a
hit with Father Sheridan In his life
as you have. And of course we all
hope you're not going to be exactly
an outsider In the affairs of the fam
ily!" (This sally with another and
louder effect of laughter.) "And If It's
my duty, why, In a way, I think It
might be thought yours, too."
"No, no!" exclaimed Mary, sharply.
"Listen," said Sibyl. "Now sup
pose- I go to Father Sheridan with this
story, and Edith says It's not true; but
suppose I could say: 'All right, If you
want proof, ask Miss Vertrees. She
came with me, and she's waiting In
the next room right now, to—"
"No, no," said Mary quickly. "You
mustn't—"
"Listen Just a minute more," Sibyl
urged, confidingly. She was on easy
ground now, to Her own mind, and bad
no doubt of her success. "Miss Ver
trees, listen! Dont you see we ought
to do It, you and I? Do you suppose
Robert Lamhorn cares the snap of his
linger for her? Do you suppose a man
like him would look at Edith Sheri
dan If It wasn't for the money?" And
again Sibyl's emotion rose to the sur
face. "1 tell you he's after nothing
on earth but to get his linger in that
old man's money-pile, over there, next
doorl He'd marry anybody to do It.
Marry Edith?" she cried. "I toll you
he'd marry their nigger cook for that!"
She stopped, afraid —at the wrong
time —that she had been too vehement,
but a glance at Mary reassured her,
and Sibyl decided that she had pro
duced the effect she wished. Mary
was not looking at her; she was star
ing straight before her at the wall, Iter
eyes wide and shining. She became
visibly a little paler as Sibyl looked at
tier.
"After nothing on earth but to get
his finger In that old man's money
pile, over there next door!" The voice
was vulgar, the words were vulgar—
aud the plain truth was vulgar! How
It rang lu Mary Vertrees' earsl The
clear mirror had caught its own Image
clearly In the flawed one at last.
Sibyl put forth her best bid to
clench the matter. She offered her
bargain. "Now, don't you worry," she
said, sunnily, "about this setting
Edith against you. She'll get ovor It
after a while. And another thing—l
guess you won't mind Jim's own sls
ter-ln-law speaking of it. Of courso,
I don't know Just bow matters stand
between yon and Jim, but sisters-in
law can do lots of things to help mat
ters on like that There's lots of
little things can lie said, anu lots—"
She stopped, puzzled. Mary Vertrees
had gone from pale to scarlet, and now,
still scarlet Indeed, she rose, without
a word of explanation, or any other
kind of word, and walked slowly to the
open door and out of the room.
Sibyl was a little taken aback. She
supposed Mary bad remembered some
thing neglected aud would return In
a moment; but It was rather a rude
excess of absent-mindedness not to
have excused herself, especially as
her guest was talking. And, Mary's
returu being delayed, Sibyl looked at
her watch and frowned; went to a
window and stood looking out upon
the brown lawn, then came back to
the chair she had abandoned, and sat
again. There was no sound in the
house.
A strange expression began Imper
ceptibly to alter the planes of her
face, and slowly she grew as scarlet
as Mary—scarlet to the ears. She
went Into the ball, glanced over her
shoulder oddly; then she let herself
softly out of the front door, and went
across the street to her own house.
Itoacoe met her upon the threshold,
gloomily. "Saw you from the win
do.w," he explained. "You mu*t find
• lot to nay to that old lady."
"What old lady?"
"Mr*. Vertree*. I been waiting for
you a long time, and I *aw the daugh
ter come out, fifteen minute* ago and
po*t a letter, and then walk on up the
•treet. Ixjn't aland out on the porch,"
he aatd, croaaly. "Come In bore.
There'* something It'a come time I'll
have to talk to you about Come lnl"
Hut a* *be wa» moving to otx-y he
glanced acroaa at bla father"* hou*«
and «tarted. He lifted bla hand to
•hleld hi* cyea from the aettlng «un.
atarlug fixedly. "Hometlilng'* the mat
ter over there," he muttered, and then,
more loudly, a* alarm came Into hi*
voice, be nall, "What'* the matter over
there T"
Rlbba dashed out of the (fate In (in
automobile act at Ita highest apced,
ami an be inw Itoscoe he made a ges
ture singularly eloquent of calamity,
ami wa* lost at once In n cloud of duat
down tlie street. Edith bad followed
port of the way down the drive, and It
could be seen that she wa» crying bit
terly. Khe lifted both arms to Ho»-
coe, summoning him.
"By George!" gasped Roscoe. "I be
lieve aomebody'a dead!"
And he atarted for the new house
at a run.
CHAPTER X.
Sheridan had decided to conclude hla
day'* work early that afternoon, and
at abottt two o'clock he loft hla office
■with a man of affaire from foreign
parta, who had traveled far for a busi
ness conference with Sheridan and hla
colleague*. Herr Favre, In aplte of
hla Kreucb name, was a gentleman of
Bavaria. It waa hla first visit to our
country, and Sheridan took pleaaure
In showing him the sights of the coua
* ? ———"*•
try's finest city.
They arrived at the Pump Works,
and for an hour Herr Favre WHS per
sonally conducted and personally In
structed by the founder and president,
the buzzing queen bee of thosp buzzing
hives. •
"Now I'll take you for a spin In the
country," snld Sheridan, when at last
they came out to the car again. "We'll
take a breeser." But, with his foot
on the step he paused to hall a neat
young man who came out of the office
smiling a greeting. "Hello, young fel
low!" Sheridan said, heartily. "On the
Job, are you, Jlmmte? Ha! They don't
catch you off of It very often, I guess,
though I do hear you go automobile
rldln' in the country sometimes with a
mighty flne-lookln' girl settln'up beside
you!" He roared with laughter, clapping
his son upon the shoulder. "Tbnt's all
right with me—tf It Is with her! So,
Jlmmte? Well, when we goln' to move
into your new warehouses? Monday?"
"Sunday, If you want to," said Jim.
"No!" cried his father, delighted.
"Don't tell me you're goln' to keep
your word about dates! That's no
way to do contracting Never heard
of a contractor yet didn't want more
time."
"They'll be all ready for you on the
minute," said Jim. "I'm going over
both of 'em now, with Links and Sher
man, from foundation to roof. 1 guess
they'll pass Inspection, too!"
"Well, then, when you get through
with that," said his father, "you go
and take your girl out rldln*. Ity
George! you've earned It! You tell her
you stand high with me!" lie stepped
Into the car, waving a waggish fare
well, and, when the wheels were In
motion again, he turned upon his com
panion a broad face literally shining
with pride. "That's my boy Jlinmle!"
he said.
"Fine young man, yes," said Herr
Favre. » •
"I got two o' the finest boys," said
Sheridan, "I got two o' the finest boys
Ood ever made, and that's a fact, Mr.
Farver! Jim's the oldest, and I tell
you tlipy got to get up the day before
If they expect to catch him In bed!
My other boy, Roscoe, he's always to
the good, too, but Jim's a wizard. You
saw them two new-process warehouses,
Just about finished? Well, Jim built
'em. I'll tell you about thut, Mr. Far
ver." And he recited this history, de
scribing the new process at length; in
fact, he had such pride In Jim's
achievement that ho told Ilcrr Favre
all about It more than once.
"Fine young man, yes," repeated the
good Muenchener, three-quarters of
an hour later. They were many miles
out lu ttv open country by this time.
"Ho is that!" saldjiherldiin, adding,
as If confidentially; "I got a line fam-
lly, Mr. Farver—flue children. I got
a daughter now; yoti take her and
put h*r anywhere you please, and
she'll shine up with any of 'em,
There's culture and refinement and so
ciety In this town by the carload, and
here lately she's been gcttln' right In
the thick of It —her and py daughter
in-law, both. I got a mighty line
daughter-in-law, Mr. Farver. I'm goln'
to get you up for a meal with us be
fore you leave town, and you'll see—
and, well, slr,_from all I two
of 'em been holdli»' their own with tho
best. Myself, I and the wife, never
bad time for much o' that kind
doln's, but It's all right and good for
the chuldren; and my daughter she's
always kind of taken to It. I'll rood
you a poem she wrote when I get you
up at the house. She wrote It In school
and took the first prize /or poetry with
It. I tell you they don't make 'em any
smarter 'n that girl, Mr. Farver Yes,
sir: take us till round, we're a pretty
happy family; yes, sir. Itoseoe hasn't
got any children yet, and 1 haven't
ever spoke to him and his wife about
It—lt's.kind of a delicate matter—but
It's about time the'wife and I saw
p some gran'chuldren grojvln' up around
us. I certainly do hanker for about
four or five little curly headed rascals
to take on my knee. Hoys, I hope, o'
course; that's only natural. Jim's got
his eye on a mighty splendld-looklu'
girl; lives right next door to us. 1 ex
pect you heard me Joshlu' him about
It back yonder. She's one the 010
blue-bloods here, and I guess It was a
mighty good stock- to raise her! She's
one these girls that stand right up and
look at yon! And,pretty! She's tho
prettiest thing you ever saw! tlood
size, too; good health and good sense.
Jlm'll be Just right If lie gets her.
I must say It tickles me to tUltik o' the
way that boy took ahold o' that Job
back yonder. Four mouths aud a half!
Ves, sir—"
He expanded this theme once more;
and thim he continued lo entertain tlx
atrnnger throughout (he long drive.
I>arku-** had fallen before tlicy
roached the city on their return, and
It wan after live when Hlierldan al
lowed llerr Favro to deacend at the
door of hi* hotel, where IKIJH were
•bricking extra edition* of the evening
paper.
"Now, good night, Mr. I'arver," mild
Hlierldan, leaning from the car to
*hake lunula with hi* gue*t "I»on't
forget I'm goln' to come around and
take you up to— !o on away, boy!"
A newxboy had tbruxt blniHelf al
most between them, yelling, "Kxtryl
Becon' p'xtry. Kxtry. nil about tlm
horrable accident. Kxtry!"
"flet out!" laughed Hlierldan. "Who
want* to rend about accidents? flet
out!"
'Die hoy lnarel away philosophies lly.
"Extry! Extry!" be shrilled. "Tbreo
men killed! Extry' Millionaire killed!
Two other men killed! Extry! Extry!"
"Don't forget, Mr. Karver." Sheri
dan completed hla Interrupted f.ire
wella. "I'll come by to take you up
to our house for dinner, v I'll l>e here
for you about half-past (Jve tomorrow
afternoon. Ho(>e you 'njoyed the drive
aa much aa I have. Good night— good
night!" He leaned buck, speaking t->
the chauffeur. "Now you can take mo
around to tbe Central City barber shop,
boy. I want to get a share 'fore I
go up home.'
"Extry! Extry!" screamed the news
boys, zigzagging among the crowd*
like bata In the dusk. "Extry! All
about the horrable accident! Extry!"
It struck Sheridan that the papers sent
out too many "extras;" they printed
"extras" for all sorts of petty crimen
and casualties. It was a mistake, l»j
decided, critically. Crying "Wolf!"
too often wouldn't sell the goods;
VP/IB bad business. The papers would
"make more In the long run," be was
sure, If they published an "extra"
"How Good Night, Mr. Farver."
only when something of real Impor
tance happened.
"Kxtry! All about the bor'ble ax'nt
Bxtrj'!" a boy squawked under hla
nose, ns he descended from the car.
"Go on away!" said Sheridan gruffly,
though ho smiled, lie liked to sea
tile youngsters working so noisily to
get on In the world.
But as he crossed the pavement to
the brilliant glass doors of the barber
shop, a second newsboy grasped the
arui of the one who had thus cried Ills
wares.
"Say, Yallern," said this second,
hoarse with awe, "'n't chew know
who that Is?"
"Who?"
"It's Sheridan!"
"Jecst!" cried the first, staring In
sauely.
At about the'same hour, four times
a week —Monday. Wednesday, Friday
and Saturday—Sheridan stopped at
tills shop to lie shaved by the head bar
ber The barbers were negroes, he
waif their great man, and it was their
habit to give him a "reception," hU
entrance being always the signal for
a Hurry of Jocular hospitality, followed
by general excesses of briskness and
gayety. Hut It was not so this eve
ning.
The Hliop wa* crowded. CoploH of
tlie "extra" were being read by men
waiting and by men In the latter dtnge*
of treatment. "Us trns" lay upon va
cant neat* and allowed from the pock
et* of hanging coat*
There wa* a loud chatter between
the practitioner* and their recumbent
patient*, vocal charivari which
■topped abruptly a* Khcrldan opened
the door. Ill* name Deemed to flzz In
tile air like the la*t Hpntterlng of a
firework: the barber* Htopiicd shaving
aiil cllj>pliig; tothereil min turned
their pnwitrato head* to -tare, and
there wa* a moment of amazing Kllonce
In the nhop.
The head barber, nearest the door,
Htood like a barber In a tableau. Ill*
left hand held Mtretcjied between
thumb and forefinger an elanllc »ee
tion of lit* helpb-M* u*toiner'* cheek,
while hi* right band hunt; poised
nhove It. the. razor motionle*M. And
then, routed from trance by the door'*
(IONIUK la* an cpi' 'I the fart of Slierl-
dan's pre*en» e, The barber remeni
liered that there are no rliyumstaiicea
In life—or Just after It—under which
u inu n does not to be shaved.
11«* stepped forward, profoundly
grave. "I IM- through with tt»l»* man
In the eJmir one mliiiite, Mint* tfherl
dim,** he laid, in a hushed voice. "Yes
•uli," Ami of 11 solemn negro youth
who stood by, gazing stupidly, "You
gotn' resign?" lie demanded in u fierce
undertone. " You goln' Take Mint'
Hherldan's coatV" He sent an angry
look round the shop. and the harf»er*.
taking IJ 1M uieiiniug. averted their ey»*N
nml fell to work, tlie uiurmur of sub
dued conversation buz/lug from cliulr
to chair.
"You nit down one minute. Mint*
Hberldun," naid the head barber gen
tly. "I fix nice* chair fo* you to wait
"Never mind," Said Sheridan. "Go
on-get through with your man."
"YcMMiih." And he went «|iit*kly
buck to bin chair on tiptoe, fullownl
by Hherldan's puzzled gaze.
Soineihing had gone wrong in the
whop, evidently. Hherldan dltl not
know what to make of it. Ordinarily
lie would have shouted a hilarious de
mand f»r the meaning of the mystery,
but an inexplicable alienee had lieen
Imposed U(>oii hlui by the hush th.it
foil ti|M»n bin entrance and by tlie odd
look every man in the Hhop had beut
upon him.
Vaguely disquieted.* he walked to
one of the seats In the rear of the shop
and looked down the two lines of bar
bers, catching quickly shifted. furtive
glances here and there If*- made tills
bri«*f survey after wondering if one of
the hartal* had died suddenly, that
day, or the night before; but there was
no vacancy in either line.
Tt|e seat next to bis was un«>ecnpled,
but someone had left a copy of the
••extra" there, and, frowning, ti*
picked It up ami glanced at It. The
flrMt of the swollen display lines had
little meaning to him:
Fatally faulty New proems r*v>f col
|ripn«>H burling capitalist to death with In
ventor. Seven escape when crash coines,
L*ath claims—
Thus far bad he road when a thin
hand fell upon the paper, covering tho
print from his eyes, and, looking up,
he saw Hlbba standing before him,
pale and gentle, immeasurably com
passionate.
"I've come. for you. father," said
lUblyß. "Here's the boy with your coat
and hat. Put tbeui on and come
borne."
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Anil even then Sheridan did not un
derstand. So secure was he In tha
strength and bigness of everything,
that was his, he did not know what CS4
la in ity had befallen him. But he wat
frightened - .' *
Without a* word, he followed BlbfM
heavily out through the still shop, but
as they reached the pavement ha
stopped short Qnd, grasping his son's
sleeve with shaking Angers, swung
him round so that they stood face to
face. I
"What—what—" His month could
not do him the service he asked of It,
he was so frightened.
"Extryl" screamed a newsboy
straight in bis face. "Young North
side millionaire insuntly killed! Bxj
try!"
"Not—Jim!" said Sheridan,
lllbbs caught his father's band in hi*
own. I
" "And you come to tell me that?" '
Sheridan did not know what he said.
But in those first words and in th«
first uugulsh of the big, stricken fac4
lllbbs understood the unuttered cry o|
accusation: 'itasfi^F
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TO BE CONTINUED
\ DUKE OF BRUNSWICK l
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I The Kaiser's Son-in-Law Madq In- '
•ane by the War. >
Pfeoto fcy Anwlcno Press AMoclatlon.
The Duke of Brunswick, as i'rinc#
Ernest A tiKtiHt of Cumberland, mar
ried Princess Victoria Lulae, daughter
of tho Herman emperor, at Berlin In
May. r.M3, In March, 1915, a Copea*
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Speakers dei land that the countf
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main within reach of worklngmen. *Jj
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Dill Hyan, the American wM,'
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he was in El Paso two days ago.
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say they recognized Ryan.
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