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VOL. XIII GRAHAM ClillßCH DIIttiCTOHY. Baptist—N. Main dt.—Jag. W. Rose, Pastor. Preaching services every first and Third Sundays at ILUO a. m. and 7.30 p. m. Sunday School ever}* Sunday al 9.4•> a. m.—C. B. Irwin, Superin tendent. ■ ■ - Graham Christian Church—N. Main Street—Kev. J. J«'. Truitr. Preaching services every Sec ond anil fourth Sundays, ai li.uu a. m. Sunday School every Sunday at 10.00 a. in.—lS. L. liendoi-aou, Super intendent. New Providence Christian Churca —Worth Main Street, near Dtpot— Kev. J. G. 'X'ruitt, Pastor. Preach iiig every Second and Fourth Suii- Uay nights at 8.00 o'clock. Sunday School every Sunday at f1.4& a. m.—J. A. Baylilf, Superin tendent. , Christian Endeavor Prayer Meet ing every Thursday night at 7.4 a. o'clock. Friends—Worth oi Graham Pub lic School—J .Robert Parker, Pas tow Preaching every Sunday at 11 a. m. and at i.30 p. m. Sunday School every Sunday at 10.00 a. m.—James Crisco, Superin tendent. Methodist Episcopal, south— cor. Main and Maple St„ H. E. Myers Pastor. Preaching every Sunday at 11.00 a. m. and at 7.30 p. m. Sunday School every Sunday at 9.46 a. m.—W. B; Green, Supt. M. P. Church—N, Main Street, Rev. O. B. Williams, Pastor. Preaching first ' and third Sun days at 11 a. m. and 8 p. m. Sunday School every Sunday at 9.45 a. m.—J. L. Amick, Supt. Presbyterian—Wst Elm Street- Rev. T. M. McConnell, pastor. Sunday School every Sunday at 9.46 a. m.—Lynn B. Williamson, Su perintendent. Presbyterian (Travora Chapel)— J. W. Clegg, pastor. Preaching every Second and Fourth Sundays at 7.30 p. m. Sunday School every Sunday at 2.30 p. m.—J, Harvey White, Su perintendent. Oneida—Sunday School every Sunday at 2.30 p. m.—J. V. Pome roy, Superintendent. PROFESSIONAL CARDS~ E. C. DERBY Civil Engineer. GRAHAM, N. C.. National Bank of Alamance B'l'd'g. BURLINGTON, N. C, Room 16. lat National Bank Building. 'PlLone 470 JOHN J. / HENDERSON Attorney-at-Law GRAHAM, N. 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CHAPTER ll—On his return Bibbs Is met at the station hv t>i» slater Edith. CHAPTER III—He flnds himself an in considerable ind unconsidered figure In the "New House" of the Sherldans. He Bees Mary Vertrees looking at him from a summer house nest door. CHAPfER IV—Thti VertrvJies, old town family and impoverished, call on the Sheridans, newly-rich, and afterward dis- CUBS them. Mary puts Into words her parents' unspoken wish that she marry one of tile Sheridan buys. CHAPTER V—At the Sheridan house warming banquet Sheridan spreads him self. Mary frankly encourages Jim Sheri dan's attention, and Bibbs hears ho 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 IX-Edith and S'lbyl, 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 helpless In their grief, Bibbs becomes temporary master of the house. At the funeral hs 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 Xlll—Bibbs purposely Inter rupts a tete-a-tete between Edith and Lamhorn. He tells Edith that he over heard Lamhorn making love to Itoßcoe's wife. CHAPTER XlV—Mutual love of muslo arouses an Intimate friendship between Ulbbs and Mury. CHAPTER XV—Mary sells her piano to help out the finances of the Vertrees fam ily. CHAPTER XVl—Roscoe and his wife quarrel over Lamhorn. CHAPTER XVll—Sheridan finds Ros coe in an intoxicated condition during of fice hours and takes him home. CHAPTER XVlll—Friendship between Bibbs and Mary ripens into a more Inti mate lelation, and under Mary's influ ence BlObs decides to return to the ma chine shop. Sighing, Mrs. Vertrees resumed her obliqueness. "Of course," she mur mured, "It all seems very premature, speculating about huqU things, hut I had a queer sort of feeling that sho seemed quite interested In this—" She had almost said "In this one," but checked herself. "In this young man. It's natural, of course; she 1b always so strong and well, and he Is—he seems to be, that is—rather appealing to the —the sympathies." "Yes!" he agreed, bitterly. "Precise ly. The sympathies!" "PerhHtra," «he faltered —("perhaps you mlght.feel easier if 1 could have a little talk with someone?" "With -whom?" "I had thought of—not going about It too brusquely, of course, but perhaps Just waiting for his name to be men tioned, If I happened to be talking with somebody that knew the family— and then I might find a chance to say that I was sorry to hear he'd been ill so much, and— Something of that kind perhaps?" "You don't know anybody that knows the family." "Yes. That is—well. In a way, of course, one of the family. That Mrs. Roscoe Sheridan Is hot a—that Is, she's rather a pleasant-faced little woman, J think, and of course rather ordinary. I think she is Interested about—that Is, of course, she'd be anxious to be more Intimate with Mary, naturally. She's always looking over here from her ,house; she was looking out of the win dow this afternoon when Mary went out, I noticed—though I don't think Mary saw her. I'm sure she wouldn't think it out of place to—to be frank about matters. She called the other day, and Mary must rather flke her— she said that evening that the call had done her good. Don't you think It might be wise?" "Wise? I don't know. I feel that the whole matter Is Impossible!." "Yes, so do I," she retqrned, prompt ly. "It isn't really a thing we should lie considering seriously, of course. SUII-" "I should say not! But possibly—" Thus they skirmished up and down the field, bat before they turned the lights out and went upstairs It was thoroughly understood between them that Mrs. Vertrees should see|c the earliest opportunity to obtain definite Information from Sibyl Sheridan con cerning the mental and physical status of Bibbs. And If he were subject to attacks of lunacy, the unhappy pair de cided to prevent the sacrifice they sup posed their (laugher Intended to make of herself. Altogether, if there were spiteful ghosts in the old house that night, eavesdropping upon the woeful comedy, they must have died anew of laughter! CHAPTER XVI. Mrs. Vertrees' opportunity occurred the very next afternoon. Darkness had fallen, the piano movers had come. Thoy had carried the piano down the front steps, and Mrs. Vertrees was standing In the open doorway behind them, preparing to withdraw, when she .heard a sharp aud Mrs. Roscoe Sheridan, bareheaded, emerged from the shadow Into the light of the doorway. "Good gracious!" she cried. "It did give me a fright!" "It's Mrs. Sheridan, isn't it?" Mrs. Vertrees was perplexed by this infor mal appearance, but she reflected that It might be proverbial. "Won't you "No. Oh no, thank you!" Sibyl panted, pressing her hand to her side. "You don't know what a fright you'vo given me! And It wag nothing but your piano!" She laughed shrilly. "I just glanced out of the window, a min ute or so ago, and saw your door wldo open and black figures of men against the light, carrying something heavy. And 1 thought I'd seen your daughter start for a drive with lilbbs Sheridan In a car about three o'clock—aud— They aren't back ygt, are they?" • "No. Good heavens!" "And the only tiling I could tblnk of was that something must have hap pened to them, and I Just dashed over —and it was only your piano!" She broke Into laughter again. "I suppose you're Just sending it somewhere to be repaired, aren't you?" "It's —it's being taken downtown," said Mrs. Vertrees. "Won't you come In? Id really—" "Thank yon, but I must be running back. My husband usually gets home about this time, and I make a little point of It always to be there." "That's very sweet." Mrs. Vertrees descended the steps and walked to ward the street with Sibyl. Tm afraid Miss Vertrees will miss her piano," said Sibyl, watching the In strument disappear into the big van at (the curb. "She plays wonderfully, Mrs. Klttersby tells me." "Yes, she plays very well. Mr. Sheri dan came last evening to hear her play because she had arranged with the— that is, it was to be removed this aft ernoon. He seems almost well again." "Yes." Sibyl nodded. "His futlier's going to try to start him to work." "He seems very delicate," said Mr*. Vertrees. "I shouldn't think ho would be able to stand a great deal, either physically or—" She paused and then added, glowing with the sense of her own adroitness—"or mentally." "Oh, mentally Bibbs is all right," said Sibyl, In an odd voice. "But has he always been?" The question camo with anxious eagerness. "Certainly. He had a long siege of nervous dyspepsia, but he's over It." "And you think —" ' "Bibbs is all right. You needn't wor—" Sibyl choked, and pressed her handkerchief to her mouth. "Good night, Mrs. Vertrees," she said, hur riedly. .' "Won't you come in?" Urged Mrs. Vertrees, cordially, hearing the sound of a cheerful voice out of the darkness beyond the approaching glare of auto mobile headlights. "Do! There's Mary now, and she—" But Sibyl was half-way across the street "No, thanks," she called. "I hope she won't miss her piano!" And «•** "Oh, Mentally Bibb* It All Right," Said Sibyl. (the ran Into her own house and plunged headlong upon a leather divan in the ball, holding her handkerchief over her mouth. The noise of her tumultuous entranc* wan evidently startling, for there fol lowed the crash of a decanter upon tin floor of the dining room, anil, after a rumble of Indistinct profanity, Rosco* came forth, holding a dripping napkin In hi* hand. "What'* your excitement?" he de manded. "What do you And to go Into hysteric* over? Another death In UM family?" "Oh, It's funny!" she gasped. "Those old frost-bitten people! I guesi they're getting their eomeupance!" Lying prone, she elevated her feet In the air, clapping her heels together re peatedly, in an ecstasy. "£ome through, come through!* 1 ■aid bcr husband, crossly. "What yoo been up to?" "Me?" abe cried, dropping her feet GRAHAM, N. C., THURSDAY, AUGUST 24, 1916 and swinging around fo face hi®. "Nothing. It's them! Those Vertreeses!" She wiped her eyes. "They've had to sell their piano!" "Well, what of It?" "That Mrs. Klttersby told me all about 'em a week' ago," said Sibyl. "They've been hard up for a long time, and she says as long ago as last winter she knew that girl got a pair of walk ing shoes re-soled and patched, because she got it done the same place Mrs. Klttersby's cook had hers!" "Well, well?" he urged, Impatiently. "Well, I'm telling you! Mrs. Kltters by says they haven't got a thing! Just absolutely nothing—and they don't know anywhere to turn! She says the whole town's been wondering what would become of 'em. The girl had plenty chances to marry up to a year or so ago, but she was so indifferent she scared the men off. Gracious! they were luckyl Marry her? The man that found himself tied up to that girl—''• "Terrible funny, terdble funny!" said Roscoe, with sarcasm. "It's so funny I broke a cut glass decanter and spilled a quart of—" "Waltl" she begged. "You'll see, I saw a big wagon drive up and some men go Into the house. Well, I thought I'd see, so I slipped over—and it was their piano! They'd sold It and were trying to sneak It out after dark, so nobody'd catch on!" Aguln she gave way to her enjoyment, but re sumed, as her husband seemed about to Interrupt the narrative, "Walt a minute, can't you? Yes, they'd sold It; and I hope they'll pay some of their debts. They owe everybody, and last week a coal dealer made an awful fuss at the door with ,Mr. Vertrees. Their cook told our upstairs girl, and she said she didn't know when she'd seen any money, herself! Did you ever hear of such a case as that girl In your life?" "What girl! Their cook?" "Thnt Vertrees girl! Don't you see they looked on our coming up Into tills neighborhood as their last chance? They were Just going down and>out, and here bobs up the green, rich siherl dun family! So tfcey send her o'4t to get a Sheridan—she's got to gel we! And she Just goes In blind; and Jim was landed—there's no doubt about that! Hut Jim was lucky; he didn't live to stay landed, and It's a good thing for him!" Sibyl's mirth had van ish eL and she spoke with virulent ra pidity. -AtWcll, she couldn't got you, because ypfr were married, and she couldn't get Jim, because Jim died. And there they were, dead broke! Do you know what she did? Do you know what she's doing?" "No, I don't," said Itoscoe, gruffly. Sibyl's voice rose and culminated In a scream of renewed hilarity. "Bibbs! She waited in the graveyard, and drove home with him from Jim's funeral! Never spoke to him before! Jim wasn't cold!" She rocked herself back and forth upon the divan. "lllbbs!" she shrieked. "Bibbs! Roscoe, think of It! Bibbs!" He stared unsympathetic-ally, but her mirth was unabated for all that "And yesterday," she continued, be tween paroxysms—"yesterday she came out of the house—just as he was passing. She must have been looking out—waiting the chance; 1 saw the old lady watching at the window! And she got him there last night—to 'play' to him; the old lady gave thnt away! And today she made him take her out In a machine! And the cream of It is that they didn't even know whether he wag Insune or not—they thought may be he was, but rfhe went after him Just the same! The old lady set her self to pump me about It today. Bibbs! Oh, my Lord! Bibbs!" But Roscoe looked grim. "So It's funny to you, Is It? It sounds kind of pitiful to me. I should think It would to a woman, too." "Ob, it might," she returned, sober ing. "It might, If those people weren't such frozen-faced smart Alecks. If they'd had the decency to come down off the perch a little I probably wouldn't think it was funny, but to see 'em sit up on their pedestal all the time they're eating dirt—well, I think It's funny! That girl sits up as If she was Queen Elizabeth, and expects people to wallow on the ground before her until they get near enough for her to give 'em a good kick with her old patched shoes—oh, she'd do that, all right!—and then she powders up and goes out to mash— Bibbs Sheridan!" "I/Ook here," said Roscoe, heavily; "I don't care about that one way or another. If you're through, I got something I want to talk to you about. I was going to, that day Just before we heard aliout Jim." At this Sibyl stiffened quickly; her eyes !>ecame intensely bright. "What Is itr "Well," he tie (fan, frowning, "what 1 waa going to aay then—" He hroke off, and, becoming cotiaclou* that he waa atlll holding the wet napkin In hla hand, threw It pettlahly Into a corner. "I never expected I'd have to aay any thing like thla to anybody I married; bat I waa golux to aak you what waa the matter between you and Lara horn." • Sibyl uttered a aharp rnonoayllnble. "Welir "I felt the time had come for me to know about It," he went on. "You never told me anything—" "You never Baked," abe Interpoaed, curtly. "Well, we'd got In a. way of not bulking much," aald Itoacoe. "It look* to me now aa If we'd pretty much lout the run of each other the way a good many people do. I don't aay It waan't my fault. I waa up early and down to Work all day. and I'd come home tired at night, and went to go to tied noon aa I'd got the paper read—utile** there waa nome good mimical ahow In town. Well, you aeemed all right until here lately, the hint month or *o, I began to aee aomethlng wan wrong. I couldn't help oeelng It-" "Wrong?" *he aald. "What like?" "You changed; yoo didn't look the same. You were all strung up and ex cited and fidgety; you got to looking peakld and run down. Now then, Lam horo had been going with us a good while, but I noticed that not long ago 7*u got to picking on him about every little tiling he did; you got to quarrel ing with him when I was there and when I wasn't. I could see you'd been Quarreling whenever I rum* In aqd bo *«; h*tj • i'o you object to that?" asked Slby!, breathing quickly. **Ye»—when it injures my wife's ■ lieal'h!" be returned, with a quick lift of his eyes to hers. "You began to run "I Want to Know What You Bay Over the Telephone to Lamhorn." down Just about the time you befcnn falling out with him." lie stepped close to her. "See here, Sibyl, I'm go ing to know what I', means." "Oh, yon are?" she snapped. "That was what you were going to nay the other day. Ye*. What else have you to say tonight?" "Tonight," he replied, with grim swiftness, "I want to know why you krep telephoning him you want to see blin slnee he stopped coming here." She made n long, low sound of com prehension before she said, "And what else did Edith want you to ask mo?" "1 want to know what you say over the telephone to Lamhorn," he said, fiercely. "Is thnt all Edith told you to ask me? You saw her when you stopped In there on your way home this eve ning, didn't you? Didn't she tell you then what I said over the tele phone to Mr. Lamhorn?" "No, she didn't!" he vociferated, his volfe growing louder. "She said, 'You tell your wife to stop telephoning Itob ert I.nmhorn to come and see her, be cause he,. Isn't going to do It!' That's what she said! And I want to know what It menus. I Intend —" A nmld appeared at the lower end of the hall. "Dinner Is ready," she said, and, giving the troubled pair one glance, yvent demurely Into the dining room. Roscoe disregarded the Inter ruption. "I Intend to know exactly what has been going on," he declared. "I menn to know Just what —" Sibyl jumped up, almost touching him. standing face to face with hlin. "Oh, you do!" she cried, shrilly. "You mean to know Just what's what, do you? You listen to your sister Insinu ating ugly tilings about your wife, and then you come home making a scene before the servant* and humiliating me in their presence! Do you suppose thnt Irish girl didn't hear every word you said? You go in there nnd eat your dinner alone! Oo on! Oo and eat your dinner alone—because I won't eat with you!" And she broke away from the detain ing grasp he sought to fasten upon her, and dashed up the stairway, pant ing. He beard the door of her room slam overhead, and the sharp click of the key In the lock. CHAPTER XVII. At seven o'clock on the Inst morn ing of that month, Sherldnn, passing through the upper hall, found a cou ple of scribbled sheets of note paper lying on the fbsir. He recognized the handwriting and put the sheets In ills coat pocket. Intending to give them to George or Jackson for Vcturn to the owner, but he forgot and carried them downtown with him. At noon he found himself alone (n tiis office, and, having a little leisure, remembered the bits of manuscript, took them out, and glanced at them. Having satisfied himself that Bibbs' scribbling! were only a sample of-the kind of writing his son preferred to the machine shop, he decided, Innocently enough, that ho would be Justified In reading them. It appears that a lady will nod pl'-aa antly upon aome windy generallaiitlon of a companion, and will wt-nr the moat agreeahla expreaalon of accepting It ua tlia law, and then—day* afterward, when the thing la a mummy to Ita promulgator —ahe will Innulra out of a clear aky: "Why did you any that the people down town have nothing In life that a chicken haan't? What did you mean?" And iihn may aay It In a manner that mak'-a a acnalhle reply very difficult—you will ho ao full of wonder that «he ramcmltered ao aarloualy. Tot. what doea the ro*»atcr lark? Ho haa food and aheltir. be la warm In win tar; hi* wives ralae not one fine family Vtr him. hut dosing. H« haa a clear aky over him; he breaths* sweet air; ha walk a In his April orchard under a roof of flow era. He muit dl«. vWlantly pcrhapa, hut quickly. In Midas' ranr«-r ft better way? The roo*rcr'a wives and children mum 'll*. Are those of Midan Immortal? Ilia ISf«- la plmrter than th»* life of Midas, hut Ml'laa' llf« In only a alsttroa lon* aa that of tha Oalnpatioa tortoise. The rooster la a dependent; ha dep*nda upon tha farmer and th« waather. Ml'laa la a dependent; he upon tha farmer and the weather. Tho rooster thinks only of the moment; Mldaa pro vldaa for tomorrow. What doas he pro vide for tomorrow? Nothing that tho rooster will not have without providing Tho rooater and the proaperoua worker: they are horn, they grub, they love; thoy grub and love grubMng. they irruh and they die. Neither knvws beauty, neither knowa knowledge And after all. when Mldaa and tha rooater die*. there la ona thin* Mldaa haa had a*nd rooster has not. Mldaa hna had the excitement of accumu lating what he haa grubbed. and that haa been hla Ufa and hti lova and hla god. He cannot take that g*>d with him whan ho file* I wondar If tho worthy gods aro thoae we can take with us. Mldaa muat teach nit to he aa Mlrta*; tho young muat ba rained In hla religion— The manuscript ended there, and Sheridan was not anxious for more. He crumpled the sheets Into a bnll, depos iting It (with vigor) In a wastebasket beside him; then, rising, he consulted a Cyclopedia of Names, which a 'book agent had somehow sold to him years before: a volume now first put to use for the locution of "Midas." Having read the legend, Sheridan walked up and down the spacious office, exhaling the brenth of contempt "I)am' fool!" he mumbled. He felt very lonely, arid this was, dally, his hardest hour. For a long time he and Jim had lunched together habitually at a small restaurant near the Sheridan building, where they spent twenty minutes In the consump tion of food, and twenty In talk, with cigars. But now Sheridan remained alone in his office; he had not gone out to lunch since Jim's death, nor did he have anything sent to him—he fasted until evening. It was the time he missed Jim per sonally the most—the voice and eyes and handshake, all brisk and nlert, all blißlnessllke. Hut Sheridau's senje of loss went far deeper. Jim was the one who iKQUId have been surest to keep the great property growing greater, year by year. Sheridan bad fallen *sleep, nlttht after night, picturing what the growth would be under Jim. He had believed that Jim was abso lutely certain to be one of the biggest men In the country. Well, It was all up to Itoscoe now! That reminded him of a question he hud in mind to ask itoscoe. It was a question Sheridan considered of 'no present importance, but bis wife had suggested It—though vaguely-r-and he had meant to speak to Itoscoe about It. However, Itoscoe had not come into Ills father's office for several days, and when Sheridan had seen his son at home there hud been no opportunity. lie waited until the tfxeator part of his day's work was over, toward four o'clock, and then went down to Hos eoe's office, which was on a lower floor. He found several men waiting for busi ness Interviews In an outer room of the series Itoscoe occupied; and he sup posed that he would find his son busy with others, and thnt his question would have to be postponed, but when "My N»me," Said Roscoe, "Can Help That." he entered the door marked "R. C. Sheridan. Private," Hoscoe was there •lone. He was sitting with his back to the door, his feet on a window sill, and he did not turn as his father opened the door. "Some prj-tty good'men out there Vnltin' to see you, my boy," said Sherl dnn. "What's the niatter?" "Nothing," Roscoe answered Indis tinctly, not moving. "Well, 1 guess that's all right, too. I let 'em wait sometimes myself! I Just wanted to ask you a question, but I expect It'll keep. If you're workln' something out In your mind." Roscoe made no reply; and his fa ther, who had turned to the door, panned with hi* hand on the knob. Waring curiously at the motionless figure In the chair. Usually the son seemed pleased and eager when he came to the office, "You're all right, ain't you?" said Sheridan. "Not sick, ore you?" "No." Sheridan waa puzzled; then, abrupt ly, he ilec-lded to auk lilm i|tieatlon. "I wanted to In Ik t» you ulioiil Hint young I.nnihorn." tie wild. "I your mother thlnka lie'* coinln' to ace Klltil pretty often, awl you know lilm longer 'u iniy of tw, ao—" "I won't," wild lloacoe, thickly—"l won't wiy it iliim' thing aliout Mini!" Shcrldnn littered nri exclamation mid walkiil i|jilrkly to a poaltlon near the window where he could aee hl« aon'a face. Hoacoe'i eyea were blooiNhot and vaettotia; III* hair waa dlaordered. Mm mouth waa dlatorted, and hi* wna deathly palp. The father atood itgh aat. "Ily George!'' he muttered. "ICoa roe!" "My name," wild lloacoe. "Can" help that." "Hoaeoe!" Illnnk aatonlahment wan Sheridan'* flrit aenaatlon. Probably nothing In ttie world could have more am-ized him than to find Iloacoe—the ateaily old wheel home- In till* condi tion. "I ow'd yoB get tfila way'/" he demand' I. "You caught i-old and took too much for It?" For reply Ho scoe laughed hoarsely. "Yeah! f'olil! I been drlnkun all time, lately. Fir*' you notice It?'* "By George!" crb-d Nherldan. "I thought I'd smelt It off you a gihml deal lately, but I wouldn't V bellered you'd take more'n wan good for you. Iloh! To s**e you Ilka* a common bog!" - Koiicoe chuckled arid threw out hi* right arm In a mean Ingles* gesture. ,4 IIogT he repeated, chuckling. "Yes, a hog!" said Kberfldan, angrily. "In business hours! I don't object to anybody** takln* a drink If he wants to, out o* business hours; nor. If a man keeps fils work rltfht up to the scratch, I wouldn't be the one to basje blm If he got good an' drunk once In two, three years, maybe. It ain't my way. I let It alone, but I never believed In forcln' my way on a grown-up son In moral matters. I ftuesa I was wrong 1 You tblnk them men ont there are waltln' to talk bualness with a drunk ard? You think you can come to your office and do business drunk? By George! I wonder how often tbla baa been happening and me not on to Ml I'll bave a look over your booka tomor row, and I'll— Roacoe stumbled to hi* feet, laugh ing wildly, and stood swaying, con triving to bold himself In position by clutching the back of (he heavy chair In which he had been sitting. "Hoo —hoorahl" he cried. "'8 my principles, too. Be drunken all yon want to—outside business hours. Don' for Gossake le'n'thlng lnnerfere busi ness hours! Business!! Thassit! You're right, father. Drink! Die! L'every thlng go to hell, but don't let innerfere business!" Sheridan bad seized the telephone upon Itoscoe's desk, and was calling his own office, overhead. "Abercrom ble? Come down to my son Roscoe'a suite and get rid of some gentlemen that are waltln' there to see him In room two-fourteen. You needn't come In to let me know they're gone; we don't want to be disturbed. Tell Pau ley to call my house and send Clans clown here with a closed car. We may have to go out. Tell him to hustle, and call me at Itoscoe's room as soon an the car gets here. "Ts all!" Roscoe bad laughed bitterly through out this monologue. "Drunk In busi ness bourn! Thasa iwfl) Mut'n' do such thing! Mus'n' get drunk, mus'n' gamble, mus'n' kill 'nyliody—not In business bourn! All right any other time. Kill 'nybody you want to—'» long 'taln't In business houm! Fine! Mus'n' have any trouble 't 'II Inner fere business. Keep your trouble 't home. Don' bring It to th' office. Might lnnerfere business! Don't let your wife lnnerfere business! Keep all, all, all your trouble an' your meanness, an' your trad—your tragedy—keep 'em all for home use! If you got die, go on die 't home—don' die round the office! Might lnnerfere business!" Hherldan picked up a newspaper from Hoscoe's ilenk, and sat down with his back to hli son, affecting to read. Rogcoe seemed to be unaware of hla father'* significant poature. "You know wb' I think?" he went on. "I think Bibbs only one the fam'ly any 'telllgence at all.- Won' work, an' di'n' get married. Jim worked, an' be got killed. I worked, an' I got mar ried. Look at me! Jus' look at me, I ask you. Fine 'dustrlss young busi ness man. Look whims happen' to me! Fine!" He lifted his hand from the sustaining chair in a deplorable ges ture, and immediately losing hi* bal ance, fell across the chair and car omed to the floor with a crash, re maining prostrate for several min utes, during which Hherldan did not relax bis apparent attention to the newspaper. He did not oven look round at the sound of Iloncoe's fall. Hoscoe slowly cllml**! to an up right position, pulling himself up by holding to tho chair. lie wai slightly sobered outwardly, having progressed In the p mat rate Interval to a atate of befuddlement leaa volatile. He rubbed bin dazed eyes with the back of bla left hand. "What—what you ask me wblle ago?" he aald. "Nothln*." "Ye*, you did. What—what waa It?" "Nothln". You bettor sit down." "Yon a*k' me what I thought about Lamhorn. You did ask me that. Well. I won't tell you. 1 won't say dam' word 'liout him I" The telephone bell tinkled. Sheridan placed the receiver to bis ear and said, "Right down." Then he got Hoscoe's coat and bat from a closet and brought them to his son. "Get Into this coat," he said. "You're goln' home." "All iT," murmured Hoscoe, obedi ently. They went out Into the main hall by a side door. Hoscoe walked out of the biilMlng without lurching, and twenty minute* Inter walked Into his own bouse In the same manner, neither be nor lil* father having spoken a word In the Interval. Hherldan did not go In with him; he went home, and to hi* own room with out meeting any of his family. But a* he pa**ed Itlbbs' door he heard from within the aound of a cheerful young voice humming Jubilant fragments of song: Wlio look* the mustuns In th«> «ys? . . . With n leap from llw ground To llw saddle In a bound. And away—and away! Hl-yayt It was the first time In Sheridan's life that he had ever detected any mimical symptom whatever In Blbba— be had never even heard him wblatle —and It aeemed the la*t touch of Irony that the uaeless fool should be merry today. To Rherldan It was Tom o' Bedlam winging while the houae burned; and he did not tarry to enjoy the melody, but went Into hi* own room and locked the door. CHAP I tH A. .... He emerged only upon a second sum mons to dinner, two hours later, and came to the table an white and silent that hla wife made her anxiety manl fest and was but partially reassured by hla explanation that hla lunch had "disagreed" with him a little. Presently, however, he spoke effec tively. Itlhbs, whose appetite bad be come hearty, waa helping hlinaelf to a second breast of capon from white- Jacket's salver. "Here's another dif ference between Midas and chicken," Sheridan remarked, grimly. "I reckon you'overlooked that. Mldaa look* to me like he had the advantage there." Itlbli* retained enough presence of mind to transfer the capon breast to his plate without dropping It and to respond, "Yea—he crows over tt." Having returned his antagonist's Are In thla fashion, he blushed—for could blush distinctly now—and his mother looked upon him with pleasure, though the reference to Midas and roosters was of course Jargon to her. "Old you ever see anybody Improve the way that child haa!" the exclaimed. "I declare, lilbbs, sometime* lately you look right handsome!" "He's (tot to be such a gadabout," Edith giggled. "I found something of bis on the floor upstairs this morning, before any body was up," said Shertdan. "1 NO. 28 Get Rid of Tan, Sunburn and Freckles by using HAGAN'S Magnolia JSPr Balm, Acta instantly. Stops the burning. Clears your complexion of Tan and Blemishes. You cannot know how good it is until you try it. Thous ands of women say it is beft of all beffutifiers and heals Sunburn Suickest Don't be without k a ay longer. Get a bottle now. At your Druggist or by mail direct. 75 cents for either color. White. Pink, Rose-Red. SAMPLE FREE. LYON MFC. CO- 40 S*. Mi St, BrookW K.Y. reckon if people loss things in this house and expect to get 'em back, they better get up as soon as I do." "What was It he lost?" asked Edith.' " "He knows!" her father returned. "Seems to me like I forgot to bring It bome with me. I looked it over—, thought probably It was something pretty Important, belongin' to a busy man like blm." He affected to search bis pockets. "What did I do with It, now? Oh yes! Seems to me like I re member leavln' it down at the office— In the waste basket "Good place tor It," Bibbs mar mured, still red. Hherldan gave him a grin. "Perhaps -pretty soon you'U be gettln' op early enough to And thing* before I dor It waa a threat and Bibb* repeated the anbatance of It later In the eve ning, to Mary Veitrets they bad com* to know each other that well. "My time'* here at last" he said, aa they aat together In the melancholy gaa light of the room which had been de nuded of Ita piano. Bnt the gaa tight though from a (Ingle jet abed no melancholy upon Bibb*, nor could any room aeem bare that knew th* glow ing presence of Mary. Be *poke lightly, not *adly. "YE*, It'* come. FT* chirked and put It off, but I can't shirk and pot off ■ny longer. If* really my part to go' to him—at least It wonld save my faeei. He meana what he saya, and the time's coma to strre m 7 sentence. Hard labor for life, I think." Mary shook her bead. "I don't think ao. He'* too kind." "You think my father** kind?" And Bibb* stared at her. "Yea. I'm aure of tt. I've felt that he baa a great, brave heart Ifa only, that he haa to be kind In bla own way, —becanae he can't understand any other way." "Ah yea," aald Blbba. "If thafe what you mean by 'klndT She looked at blm gravely, earoeal. concern In her friendly eyes. "It'a go ing to be pretty bard for yon, lan't It?" "Oh—eelf-plty!" he returned, smiling. "Thla haa been Just the laat flicker of revolt. Nobody mlnda work If h« likes the kind of work. There'd be no loafer* In the world If each man foand the thing that he could do best; but tbo only work I happen to want to do la uaeteaa—ao I have to give It up. To morrow I'll be a day laborer." "What la It like—exactly?" "It wa*n't muscnlarly exhausting—• not at all. They couldn't give me 4 heavier job because I wasn't good enough." "But what will you do? I want to know." "When I left," aald Blbba, "I wai 'on' what they call over there a 'dip ping machine,' and that'a what Til be sent back to. Ifa very simple and very ea«y. I feed long a trips of tine Into a pair of steel Jaws, and the Jaw* bite the tine Into little circles. And yet I was a very bad hand at tt." He bad kept bla voice cheerful as be spoke, but he bad grown a shade paler, and there was a latent anguish deep In his eyes. He may have known tt and wlahed ber not to tee it, for ba turned away. "You do that all day long!" the ex claimed. "No wonder—" She broke off, and then, after a keen glance at his face, the said: "I should think you would have been a 'bad hand at It'!" He laughed ruefully. "I think Ifa the noise, though I'm ashamed to say tt. Vou see, it'a a very powerful ma chine, and there's a sort of rhythmical crashing—a crath every time the Jaw» bite off a circle." "How often Is that?" 'The thing thould make about tlsty elgbt disks a minute—a little more than one a second." "And you're cloee to It?" TO BE CONTINUED i The Best Laxative. To keep the bowels regular the "best laxative is outdoor exercise. Drink a full £tass of water half an hour before breakfast and eat an aboudance of fruit and vege tables, and also establish a regu lar habit and sure that your bowels move once a day. When a medicine is needed take Cham berlain's Tablets. They are pleas ant to take and mild and gentle in effect. 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The Alamance Gleaner (Graham, N.C.)
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