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BYNOPBIB.
CHAPTER I—Sheridan's attempt to
make a business man of hla son Blobs by
starting him In the machine shop ends In
Bibbs golnu to a sanitarium, a nervous
wreck.
CHAPTER ll—On hla return Blbba la
met at the station J>v sister Edith.
CHAPTER III—He finds hlmseir an in
considerable And unconsidered figure In
the "New House" of the Sherldana. He
sees Mary Vertrees looking at him from
a summer house next door.
CHAPTER IV—Thv 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 of the Sheridan boys.
CHAPTER V—At tho Sheridan houso
warmlng banquet Sheridan spreads him
self. Mary frankly encourages Jim Sheri
dan's attention, and BlCbs 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 Jlin 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 Vlfl—Bherldan tells Bibbs
he must go back to the machine shop as
soon as he Is strong enough, In spite of
Bibbs' plea to b« allowed to write.
CHAPTER IX—Edith and Sibyl. Roscoe
Sheridan's wife, quarrel over Bobby Lam
horn; Sybil goes to Mary for help to keep
Lamhorn from marrying Edith, and Mary
leaves her In the room alone.
CHAPTER X—Bibbs has to break to
his father the news of Jim's sudden death.
CHAPTER Xl—All the rest of the fam
ily helplesß In their grief. Bibbs becomes
temporary maßter of the house. At the
funeral he meets Mary and rides home
with her.
CHAPTER Xll—Mrs. Sheridan pleads
With Bibbs to return to the machine shop
for his father's sake, and he consents.
CHAPTER XI.
Standing in the black group undei
gaunt trees at the cemetery, throe dayt
later, Bibbs unwillingly let an old, old
thought become definite In his mind'
the sickly brother tad burled the
strong brother, and Bibbs
how many million times that had hap
pened since men first made a word
to name the sons of one mother. Al
most' literally he had burled his stroni
brother, for Sheridan hnd gone ts
pieces when he BUW his dead son. IT»
had nothing to help hlin meet the
shock, neither definite religion nor
"philosophy" definite or Indefinite. He
could only bent his forehead and beg,
over and over, to be killed with an
ax, while his wife was helpless except
to entreat him not to "take on," her
self adding a continuous lamentntlon.
Edith, weeping, made truce with
Sibyl and saw to it that the mourn
ing garments were beyond criticism.
Roscoe was dazed, and he shirked, jus
tifying himself curiously by saying he
"Not Jlm I" Said SlMlidM*
"never had any experience in such
matters." Ho It was Blbba, the shy
outsider, who became, during that
dreadful little time, the master of the
house; for as strange a thing as that,
sometimes, may be the result of a
death.
"I>ust to dust," said the minister,
under the gaunt trees; and at that
Sheridan shook convulsively from head
to foot. All of tho black group shiv
ered except Bibbs. lie had been close
upon dust himself for a long, long time,
and the machine shop. If be bad to go
back to It, would probably bring him
closer still. To Bibbs' knowledge, no
one and nothing had ever prevented
Ills father from carrying through his
plans. lie had the gift of terrible
persistence, and with undecked confl
uence that his way was the only way,
be would bold to that way of "making
a man" of Bibbs, who understood very
well. In his passive and Impersonal
fashion, that It was a way which might
make, not a man, but dust of hlra. But
he had noi shudder for the thought
The truth about Bibbs was In the
poem which Edith had adopted. But
lie bad not hidden his feelings about
his father where tljpy could not I*
found. He wis strange to bis father,)
but bis father was not strango to him.
lie knew that Sheridan's plans were
poncc'lved In the atubl>orn bcllcftliaj
they would bring about a good thing
for Bibbs himself; an(l whatever the
result was to be, the son had no bit
terness. Far otherwise, for as he
looked at the big, woeful figure, shak
ing and tortured, an almost unbearable
pity laid Jinnds upon Bibbs' throat
tloscoe stood blinking, his Hp quiver
ing; Edith wept audibly; Mrs. Sheri
dan leaned In half collapse against
her husband; but Bibbs knew that his
father was the one who cared.
It was over. Men In overalls
stepped forward with their shovels,
and Bibbs nodded quickly to Itoscoe,
Disking a slight gesture toward the
line of waiting carriages. Bibbs gazed
•teadfastly at the workmen; he knew
that his father kept looking back as
tie went toward the carriage, and that
was a thing he (lid net want to see.
After a little while, "It's too bad!" he
naif whispered, his lips forming the
words—and his tteanlng was -that It
was too bad that the strong brother,
had been the one to go. For this was
his last thought before he walked to
the coupe and saw Mary Vertrees
standing all alone on the other side
of the drive.
She had Just emerged from a grove
of leafless trees that grew on a slope
where the tombs were many. Against
such a background Bibbs was not in
congruous, with his figure. In black,
so long and slender, and' his face KO
long and thin and white; nor was the
undertaker's coupe out of keeping, with
the shabby driver dozing on the box
and tire shaggy horses standing pa
tiently In attitudes without hope and
without regret But for Mary Vertrecs,
here was a grotesque Netting —she was
a vivid, living creature of a beautiful
world. And a graveyard is not the
plac* for people to look charming.
She also looked Btartled and con
fused, but not more startled anil con
fused than Bibbs. All his life Bibbs
had kept himself to himself—he was
but a shy onlooker in the world. Nev
ertheless, the startled gaze he bent
upon the unexpected lady before him
had causes other than* his shyness and
her unexpectedness. I-'or Mory Ver
trees had been a shining figure In the
little world of late given to the view
of tills humble and elusive outsider,
and speetatore sometimes find their
hearts beating faster than those of the
actors in the spectacle. Thus with
Bibbs now. He started and stared; he
lifted his hat with Incredible awkward
ness, his lingers fumbling at his fore
head before they found the brim.
"Mr. Sheridan," said Mary, 'Tin
afraid you'll have to take me hom»
with you. I—" She stopped, not
lacking a momentary awkwardness of
her own.
"Why why yes," Hlbbs stam
mered. "I'll—l'll be de— Won't you
get in?"
In that manner and In that place
they exchanged their first words. Then
Ha Started and Stared.
Mary, without more nrlo, got Into the
coupe, and Bibbs followed, dosing the
door.
"You're very kind," alio wild, some
what breathlessly. "I snould have hnd
to walk, and It's beginning to get dark.
It's ml leu, I think."
'•Yen," nali] Bibb*. "It—lt I* begin
ning to got dark. I —l noticed that."
"I ought to tell you—l—" Mary be
gan, confusedly. She lilt her Hp, *at
allent a moment, then xpoke with com
posure. "It must *eetn odd, my—"
"No, no!" Bltitm protested, earnestly.
"Not In the—In the leant."
"It doe*, though," "aid Mary. "I
had not Intended to come to the ceme
tery, Mr. Hherldan, hot one of the fien
In charge at the home came and whim
pered to me that "the family wished me
to'—l think your ulster went him. So
I came. Rut when we reached here
X—oh, I felt that perhnp* I—"
nihil* nodded gravely. "Yen, ye*,"
he murmured. *
"I got out on the opposite *ldo of
the carriage," *he continued, "I mean
opposite from—from where all of you
were. And I wandered off over In tlio
other direction; and I didn't realize
how little time —It take*. From where
I was I couldn't (tee the carriages leav
ing—at least I didn't notice them. HO
GBAHAM, N. C., THURSDAY, AUGUST 10, 1916
when I got back. Just now, you were
the only one here. I didn't know the
other people in the carriage I came In,
and of course they didn't think to wait
for me. That's why—"
"Yes," said Bibbs, "I—" And that
seemed all he had to say Just then.
Mary looked out through the dusty
window. "I think we'd better be go
ing home, If you please," she said.
She gave him a quick little glance.
"I think you must be very tired, Mr.
Sheridan; and I know you have reason
to be," she said gently. "If you'll let
me, I'll—" And without explaining
her purpose she opened the door on the
side of the coupe and leaned out.
Bibbs stared in blank perplexity, not
knowing what she meant to do.
"Driver!" she called, In her clear
voice, loudly. "Driver! We'd like to
start, please. Driver! Stop at the
house Just north of Mr. Sheridan's,
please."' The wheels began to move,
and she leaned back beside Bibbs once
more. "I noticed that he was asleep
when we got in," she said. "I suppose
they !iave a great deal of night work."
Bibbs drew a long breath and wait
ed till be could command his voice.
"I've never been able to apologize
quickly," he said, with his accustomed
slowness, "because if I try to I stam
mer. My brother Roscoe whipped me
once, when we were boys, for stepping
on his slate pencil. It took me so long
to tell him it w«is an accident, he fin
ished before I did."
Mary Vertrees had never beard any
thing gulte like the drawling, gentle
voice or the odd Implication that his
not noticing the motionless. state of
their vehicle was an "accident." At
once she discovered that he was unlike
any of her cursory and vague Imagin
ings of litin. And suddenly she had a
glimpse of Illbbs' life and into his life.
She "hud a queer feeling, new to her
experience, of knowing him Instantly.
It startled her a little; she dldf not
realize, however, that she had made
no response to his apology, and they
panned out of the cemetery gates, nei
ther having spoken again.
ltlbbs was so content with the si
lence he dill not know that It was si
lence. Tho dusk, gathering In their
small lsclosure, was filled with a rich
presence for him; and presently It wnß
so dark that neither of the two could
see the other, ncr did even their gar
ments touch. Hut neither had any
sense of being alone. The wheels
creaked steadily, rumbling presently
on paved streets; there were the
sounds, as from a distance, of tho
plod-plod of the horses. Oblongs of
light came lancing Into the coupe, and
passed, leaving greater darkness. And
yet neither of these two last attend
ants at Jim Sheridan's funeral brokn
the silence.
It wait Mary who perceived the
strangeness of It —too late. Abruptly
she realized that for an Indefinite In*
torval she had been thinking of her
companion and not talking ti. him.
"Mr. Sheridan," she began, not know
ing what she was going to say, but Im
pelled to sny anything, as she realized
tho qucerness of this drive—"Mr. Sher
idan, I—"
Tho coupe stopped. "You, Joe!" said
the driver, reproachfully, and cllmbod
down and opened the door.
"What's the trouble?" Hlbbs In
quired.
"Lady said stop at first house north
of Mr. Sheridan's, sir."
Mary was Incredulous; she felt that
it couldn't be true and that It mustn't
be true that they had driven all tho
way without speaking.
Hlbbs descended to the curb. "Why,
yes," he said. "You seem to be light."
And while he stood staring at the dim
ly Illuminated front windows of Mr.
Vertrees' house Mary got out, unas
sisted.
"Let me help you," said Illbbs, step
ping toward her mechanically; anil she
was several feet from the coupe when
he spoke.
"Oh, no," she murmured. "1 think I
can—" She meant that she could get
out of the coupe without help, but, per
ceiving that she had already accom
plished this feat, she decided not to
complete the sentence.
"You, Joe!" cried the driver, angrily,
climbing to bis box. And he rumbled
awny at bis team's l>e*t pace—a snail's.
"Thank you for bringing ine home,
Mr, Sheridan," said Mary, stlllly. She
did not offer her baud. "Good night"
• "Good night," Hlbbs said In resjionse,
.and, turning with ber, walked beside
her to the door. Mary made that n
short walk; she almost ran. Realiza
tion of the queerness of their drive was
growing upon ber, beginning to shock
her; she stepped aside from the light
that fell 'through the gins* panels of
the door and withheld ber band as It
touched the old-fashioned bell handle.
U "I'm quite safe, thank you," she
said, wltb a little emphasis. "Good
night."
"Good night," said Hlbbs, and went
obediently. When he reached the
street lie looked back, but she bad
vanished within the bouse.
Moving slowly away, be caromed
against two people who were turning
out from the pavement to cross the
street. They were Itoscoe and hi*
wffe.
"Where are your eyes, HlhlisV" de
manded Koseoe. "Sleep-walking, as
usual?"
Hut Sibyl took the wanderer by the
arm. Tome over to our boose for a
little while, Ulbba," she urged. "1
want to—"
"No, I'd better —**
"Ye*. I want you to. Your father's
gone to bed, and they're all quiet over
there—all worn out. Just come foi
a minute."
He yielded, and when they were In
the bouae ahe repeated heraclf with
real feeling: "'All worn oat!' Well. If
anybody I*, you are, Hlbba! And I
don't wonder; you've done every lilt of
the work of It. You muatn't get down
alck again. I'm going to make yon
take a little brandy."
7_ Ife let her have her own way, fol
lowing her Into the dining room, and
waa grateful when ahe brought film a
tiny glaxa filled from one of the de
canter* on the aldeboard. Ronroc
gloomily poured for himself a much
heavier libation In a larger glaaa; and
the two men sat, while Sibyl leaned
agaiflHt the rtdeboard, reviewing the
eplwKlea of the day and recalling the
rin mod of the donora of flower* and
wreath*. She pressed lilbb* to romaU)
longer when he rose to go. and then,
as lie persisted, she went with him
to the front door. Ho .opened It, and
she said:
"Bibbs, you were coming out of the
Vertrees' house when we met you.
How did you happen to be there?"
"I hod only lteen to the door," be
said, "flood night, Sibyl."
"Walt," she Insisted. "We saw you
coming out."
"I wasn't," he explained. "I'd Just
brought Miss Vertrees home."
"What?" she cried.
"Yes," ho snld, and stepped out upon
the porch, "that was It. Good night,
Sibyl."
"Walt!" she said, following lilm
across the threshold. "How did that
happen? I thought you were going to
wait while those moil 111 ted the -the—"
She painted, lint moved nearer him In
sistently. A
"I did wait. Miss Vertreos was
there," he said, reluctantly. "She had
■walked away for a while and didn't
notice thnt the carriages were leaving.
When she came back the coupe wait
ing for me was tho only one loft."
Sibyl regarded him with dilating eyes.
She spoke with a slow breothlessnoss.
"And she drove home from Jim's fu
neral—with yon!"
Without wnrnlng she burst Into
laughter, clapped her hand Ineffectu
ally over her mouth, and ran back up
roariously Into the house, hurling the
door shut behind her.
CHAPTER XII.
nibbs went home pondering. He did
not understand why Sibyl had laughed.
At home, uncles, aunts and cousins
from out of town wore wandering
about the house, several mournfully
admiring the "liny of Naples," and
others occupied with the Moor and the
plumbing, while they waited for trulns.
Edith and her mother had retired to
some upper fustness, but Bibbs Inter
viewed Jackson and had the various"
groups of relatives summoned to the
dining room for food. One groat-uncle,
old Gideon Sheridan from Iloonvllle,
could not be found, arid Hlhbs went
In search of him. He ransacked the
house, discovering the missing antique
at last by accident. I'nssliig Ills fa-
closed door on tiptoe, IWlilis
heard n murmurous sound, and paused
to listen. Tho sound proved to he a
quavering and rickety voice, monoto
nously bleating:
"The Io-ord glvtith and the 1.0 ord
tnkuth away! We got to remember
that; we got to re men i tier that! I'm
n-glttln' along, Jauioa; I'm u glttln'
along, and I've seen a many of >tn
go—two daughters nnil a son the I.ord
gave me, and he litis taken all nwny.
For the Lo-ord glvtith and the I.ourd
tnkuth away! Remember the words of
Klldad the Shuhlte, James. Illldad the
Shuhlte says, 'He shall have neither
son nor nephew among bin people, nor
any remaining In his dwellings.' 1)11-
ditd tho Shuhlte—"
Hlbbs opened the door softly. His
father was lying upon the bed. In his
underclothes, face downward, and
Uncle Oldeon sat near by, swinging
backward and forward In a rocking
chair, stroking his long, white beard
anil gazing at the celling as he talked.
Illbbs beckoned him urgently, but
Uncle Oldeon paid no attention.
"fllldad tho Sbuhlte spake and he
says, 'lf thy children have sinned
against him nuil he have cast them
away—"
There win a muffled explosion be
neath the floor, nnd the windows
rattled. The figure lying face down
word on the lied did not move, hut
Uncle Gideon leaped from hi* choir.
"My God!" ho cried. "What's that?"
There enme a second explosion, nnd
Uncle Old eon run out Into the hull,
niblm went to the bend of the great
staircase, nnd, looking down, dlHcov
ered the source of the disturbance.
Gideon's grandson, n Imy of fourteen,
hnd hnought hi* camera to tlie funeral
and WIIH taking "flnshlhrhts" of the
Moor. Uncle Gideon, reassured hy
Rllih*' explanation, would have re
turneil to flnliih hi* (juotatlon from Hil
da il the Hhuhlte, hut IIIMi* detained
him, and after n little argument per
*uadel him to descend to the dining
room whither IllbtiK followed, after
cloning the door of hi* father'* room.
He kept his eye* on Gideon nfter
dinner, diplomatically preventing sev
eral attempt* on the part of that com
forter to ren*cend the stairs;- and It
wa* a relief to fllliti* when George an
nounced that nn automobile wa* wait
ing to convey the ancient mnh and
hi* grandson to their train. They wero
the lant to leave, and when they had
gone lilbb* went sighing to Ills own
room.
He -stretched himself wearily upon
the bed, but presently rose, went to
"My Oodl" He Cried, "Whtt'l Th»t7"
the window, and looked for a long time
at the darkened houae where Mary
Vertree* llvetl. Then ho opened his
trunk, took therefrom a amall notebook
half filled with fragmentary acrlt>-
bllngs, and began to write:
Laughter after a funeral. In this re
action people will laugh at anything and
at nothing. The band plays a dirge on
the way to the cemetery, but when It
turns back, and the mourning carriages
are out of hearing, It strikes up, "Dark
town Is Out To-Night." That la natural—
Au« there are women whose laughter Is
Tike the whirring of whips. . . .
Beauty Is not out of place among grave
stones. It Is not out of place anywhere.
But n woman who has been betrothed to
a man would not look beautiful at his
funeral. A woman might look beautiful,
though, at the funeral of a man whom
she had known and liked. And in that
case, too, she would probably not want
to talk If she drove home froin the ceme
tery with his brother; nor would she
want the brother to talk. . . . Neverthe
less, too much silence is open to suspi
cion. It may bo reticence, or It may be a
vacuum. It may'be dignity, or It may be
false teeth. . . .
Silence can be golden? Yes. But per-»
hups If a woman of the world should And
herself by accident sitting beside a man
for the length of time It must necessarily
take two slow old horses to Jog three
miles, sho might expect that man to say
something of some sort! If he did not
even try, but sat every step of the way
-as dumb as a frozen ftsh, she might
think him a frosen flsh. And she might
be right. She might be right If she
thought him about as pleasant a com
panion-as Blldud thil Shuhitel
Bibbs closed his notebook, replacing
It In hla trunk. Then, after a period
of melancholy contemplation, he un
dressed, put on a dressing gown and
slippers, and went softly out Into the
hull—to his father's door. Upon the
floor was a tray which Bibbs had sent
George, earlier In the evening, to place
upon a table In Sheridan's room —but
foofl was untouched: Bibbs stood
listening outside the rfoor for several
minutes. There came no sound from
within, and he went hack to Ills own
room and to lied.
In the morning he woke to a state
of beln); hitherto unknown In his ex
perience. Sometimes In the process
of waking there is a little pause—
sleep has gone, but coherent thought
lias not begun. It is the ihoinent, as
we sn.v, before we "remember;" and
for the Unit time In Bibbs' life It came
to blm bringing a vague happiness.
However, It was a brief visitation and
was gone before he had finished dress
ing. It left a little trail, the pleased
recollection of It and the puzzle of It,
which remained unsolved. And, in
fact, waking happily In the morning Is
not usually the result of a drive home
froin a funeral. No wonder the se
quence evaded Hlbbfl Sheridan!
Ills father had gone when he came
downstairs. "Went on down to's oWce,
Jen' same," Jackson InMrmed him.
"Came cat breakfas' table, all by
'mself; cut nothln'. (leorgc bring nice
breakfas', but he dl'n' eat a thing.
Yemnh, went on downtown, Jcs' name
he yoosta ilo. Yes null, 1 reckon putty
much ev'ythlng goln' on same us it
yoosta do."
It struck ltlbbs that Jackson was
rl«ht. The day passed as other days
had passed. Mrs. Sheridan and Edith
were In black, and Mrs. Shejldan cried
a little, now and then, but no other
external difference was to be seen.
Illbbs went for his drive, and bis
mother went with blm, as she some
times did when the weather was pleas
ant. Altogether, the usualness of
things was rather startling to ltlbbs.
During the drive Mrs. Hberlilan
talked fragmentary of Jim's child
hood. "Rut yon wouldn't reinemlier
that," she said, after narrating an epi
sode. "Von were too little. He was
always 11 good boy, Just like that. And
he'd save whatever papa gave him,
and put It In the bank I rockolV"It'll
Just about kill your father to put some
body In his place as president of the
Healty company, illbbs. I know he
can't move Itoscoe over; he told me
last week he'd already put as much on
Hoscoe as any one man could handle
and not go crazy. Oh, It's a pity—
She stopped to wipe her eyes. "It's a
pity you didn't run more with Jim,
Illbbs, and kind o' pick up Ills ways.
Think what It'd meant to papa now!
You never did run with either Hoscoe
or Jim any, even before you got sick
Of course you were younger; but It
always did seem queer— and you three
belli' brothers like that. I don't be
lieve I ever saw you and Jim sit down
together for a good talk In my life."
"Mother. I've been away so long,"
Hlbbs returned, genily. "And since I
came home I— He was busy, you see,
and I hadn't much lo say about the
thliit!" that Interested blm. because I
don't know much about them."
"It's a ptey! "b. " P'W "be
moaned. "And you'll have to learn to
know about 'em now, Hlbbs. I
haven't said much to you, because I
felt It was nil lietween your father nnd
you, but I honestly do believe It will
Just kill--him If he has to have any
more trouble on top of all this! Vou
mustn't let him, Hlbbs- you mustn't!
Vou don't know how he's grieved over
you. arid now he can't stand any more
—be Just can't! Whatever he says for
yon to do, you do It. Hlbbs, you do It I
I want you to promise me yuu will."
"I would If I could," be said, sor
rowfully
"No, no! Why can't yon?" she
cried, clinching his arm. "He wants
you to go back to the machine shop
and all on earth he ask* Is for you to
go buck In a cheerful spirit. »i It won't
hurt you! That's all he ask*. Look,
Hllih*, we're getlln' liack near home,
but before we get there I want you to
promise me that you'll do what he
asks you to. Promise me!"
In her earnestness she cleared away
her black veil that'she might see him
I letter and It blew out on the smoky
wind. He rendju*b*d It for her lie fore
be spoke
"I'll go back in as cheerful a spirit
a* I con mother," he *uld
"There"' she exclaimed, satisfied.
•'That's ii go'sl Iwiy! That's all I want
ed you to say."
"Don't give me any credit," he sftld,
ruefully. "There Isn't anything elsa
for me to do."
"No, don't begin tnlkln' that way!"
"No, no," he (toothed her. "We'll
have to tiegln to make the aplrlt a
cheerful one. We may—" They were
turning Into their own driveway an he.
apoke, and he glanced at the old bouae
next door. Mary Vert recti w«« vlalble
In the twilight, utamllng upon the front
atepn, bareheaded, the door o[ien l«-
hlnd her. She bowed gravely
■ "'We may'—what?" asked Mr*.
Sheridan, with a alight Impatience.
"What I* It mother?"
"Of nl) the nueer txiyn"he cried.
"Too always were. Always! Ton
haven't forgot what yon jut promised
me, have yon 7"
"No," he answered, as the car
stopped. "No, the spirit will be as
cheerful as the flesh will let It, mother.
It won't do to behave like—"
His voice was low, and In her move
ment to descend from the car she
failed to hear his final words.
"Behave like who, Bibbs?"
"Nothing."
But she was fretful In her grief.
"Tou said It wouldn't do to behave like
somebody. Behave like who?"
"It was just nonsense," he explained,
turning to go In. "An obscure person
I don't think much of lately."
"Behave like who?" she repeated,
and upon his yielding to her petulant
insistence, she made up her mind that
the only thing to do was to tell Dr.
Ourney about It.
"Like Biidad the Shuhlte!" was what
Bibbs said.
CHAPTER XIII.
The ontward usualness of things
continued after dinner. In the library,
while his wife sat in her customary
chair, gazing tt the Are, Fberidan let
the unfolded evening paper rest upon
his Inp, though now and then he HfUd
It. as If to rend. Blbba came In noise
lessly and sat In a comer, doing noth
ing; and from a "reception room"
across the hall an Indistinct vocal mur
mur became Just audible at Intervals.
Once, when this murmur grew louder,
under stress of some Irrepressible mer
riment, Edith's voice could be'heard—
"Bobby, aren't you awful!" and Bherl
dan glanced across at his wife appeal
lngly.
She rose at once and went Into the
"reception room;" there was a flurry of
whispering, and the sound of tiptoeing
In the bull—Edith and suitor
changing quarters to a more distant
room. Mrs. Bherldan returned to her
chair In the library.
'They won't botlior you any more,
pnpa," she said. In a comforting voice.
"Hhe told me at lunch he'd 'phoned he
wanted to come up this evening, and
I said I thought lie'd better wait a few
days, but she said she'd already told
lilm he could." She paused, then added,
rather guiltily: "I got kind of a notion
mnybe Uoscoe don't like him as much
as he used to. Maybe—maybe you bet
ter ask Iloscoe, papa." And as Hher-
Idan nodded solemnly, she concluded.
In haste: "Don't say I said to. I might
be wrong about It, anyway."
He nodded again, and they sat for
some time In a silence which Mr».
Sheridan broke with a little sniff, bar
ing fallen Into a reverie that brought
tear*. "That Miss Vertrees was a good
girl," she said. "She was all right"
Her husband evidently had no diffi
culty In following her train of thoogbt,
for he nodded once more, affirma
tively,
"Did you— How did you flx It about
the—the Realty company?" she fal
tered. "Did you—" „
He rose heuvlly, helping himself to
his feet by the arms of his chair. "I
llxod It," he said, In a husky voice. He
went to her, put his hand upon her
shoulder, and drew a long, audible, tre
mendous breath. "It's my bedtime,
mamma; I'm goin' up." When hs
reached the door he stopped and spoke
again, without turning to look at her.
"The Itealty conipany'll go right on
Just the same,'' he said. "It's like—
It's like sand, mamma. It puts me In
niiiiil of chuldren playln' In a sand
pile. One of >m sticks bis Anger In
the sand pile and makes a hole, and
another of 'em 'II pat the place with
his hand, find all the little grains
of sand run In and fill It up and set
tle against one another; anil then,
right away It's flat on top again, and
you can't tell there ever wss a hole
there. The Itealty company 'II go on
all right, mamma. There ain't any
tilings anywhere, I reckon, that
wouldn't go right on—Just the same."
And he passed out slowly Into the
hall; then they heard bis heavy tread
upon the stairs.
Mrs, Hherldan, rising to follow him,
turned a piteous face to her son. "It's
so forlorn," she said, chokingly. "That's
the first time he spoke since he came
in the house this evening. I know it
must 'a' hurt him to hear Edith
Inugliln' with that Lamborn. Bbe'd
oughtn't to let him come, right the very
first evening this way; she'd oughtn't
to done It! Hhe Just seems to lose her
head over biro, and It scares me. Tou
heard what Hlhyl sslil the other day,
and- -and you heard what—what—"
"What Edith said to Hlbylf Bibbs
finished the sentence for her.
"We can't.have any trouble o' that
kind!" she walled. "Oh, It looks ss If
niovln' up to thla new bouse bad
brought us awful bad luck! It scares
me!" Hhe put both her hands over her
face. "Oh, lllbbs. Bibbs! If you only
wasn't so queer! If you could only
been a kind of dependable son! I don't
know what we're all comln' tor* And,
weeping, she followed her husband.
Bibbs gazed for a while at the lire;
then he rose abruptly, like a man who
bus come to a decision, and briskly
sought the room —lt was called "the
smoking room"—where Edith sat with
Mr. I.iiinborn They looked up In no
welcoming manner, at Bibbs' entrance,
and moved their ''bairn to a less con
spicuous adjacency.
"flood evening," said Bibbs, pleas
antly; nod lie seated himself In a
leather easy-chair near them.
' What Is It?" asked Edith, plainly
astonished.
"Nothlnir" he returned, smiling.
Hhe frowned. "Md you want some
thing?" she asked.
"Nothing In the world. Father and
mother have gone npstalrs: I sha'n't
be going up for several hours, and
there didn't seem to tie anybody left
for me to chat with except you and
Mr. Lamhorn."
"That with'!" ithe echoed, Incredu
lously.
"1 ran talk aboat almost anything,"
said Dlhlm with an air of genial polite-
Hens. "it doeim't matter to me. I
don't know much about business —If
that's what you happened to be talking
about. But you aren't In business, are
you, Mr. I.amhorn?"
"Not now," returned La inborn,
shortly.
"I'm not, either," said Bibbs. "It
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lie seemed to feel that he bad begua
a conversation the support of which
bad now become the pleasurable duty
of other parties; and be sat expectant
ly, looking flrst at hjs slater, then at
Lamborn, as If Implying that it was
their turn to speak. Edith returned
hla gate with a mixture of astonish
raent and Increasing anger, while Mr,
Lamborn waa obviously disturbed,
though Bibbs bad been as considerate
as possible In presenting the weather]
as a topic. Blbba bad perceived that
Lamborn bad nothing in bis mlnd v al
sny time except "personalities"—he
could talk about people and he conM
make love. Blbba, wishing to be
teous, offered the weather. c
Lamborn refused It, and concluded ,
from Blbba' luxurious attitude In th« ]
leather cbalr that thla balf-crasy broths ,
er was a permanent fixture for thai,
rest of the evening. There was no res* '
eon to hope that he would move, and
Lamborn found hlmaelf In danger o
looking silly. M :
"I wss Just going," be aald, rising. !]
"Ob no!" Edltb cried, aharply.
"Tee. Good night! I think I—" ||
walking to the door with the visitor,
while Edith stood staring as the two
disappeared In the hall. She heard
Bllibs offering to "help" Lamborn wltN
hla overcoat and the latter rather curti
ly declining assistance, these episode*
of departure being followed by thai
cloalng of the outer door. Hhe ran Into
the hall.
"What's the matter with yon?" sb«l
cried, furiously. "What do you
How did yon dare come in here whun
you knew—"
Her voice broke; ahe made a gesture
of rage and despair, and ran up tha
sill Irs, sobbing. She fled to her motht
er's room, and when Bibbs came np, a
few minutes later, Mrs. Hberldan metj
him at bis door.
"Oh, Blbba," she said, ahaklng hen
bead woefully, "you'd oughtn't to diW
tress your sister? She says you drovej
that young nun out of the house. Tou'q
ought to been more considerate." 'I
Blbbe smiled faintly, noting thai
Edith's door was open, with EdUh'4
"naive shadow motionless serosa its
threshold. "Yes," be said. "He' doesn't
appear to be much of a 'man's man.l
He ran at Jnst a glimpse of one." !•
Edith's shadow moved; her vole* ,
came quavering: "Tou call yoursell
one?"
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