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VOL. XLII GRAHAM CIfURCH IHKUCTOKY. ft.. « Baptist— ti. Maiu dt.— Jas. W. Bose. pastor. Preaching services every first and Third Sundays at 11.00 a. m. and 7.30 p. m. Sunday School every Sunday al 9.4 aa. m.—C. B. Irwin, Superin ■tVudeut. Graham Christian Church—N. Main Street—Be v. J. P. Trait*.. Preaching services oyery Sec ond and fourth Sundays, at li.uo a. in. Sunday School every Sunday at lO.uU a. m.—K. L. Henderson, Supei intendent. New Providence Christian Church t —.North Main Street, near -Dtpot— j?l£e\l»-J. ti. Truitt, Pastor, Preach- every Second and Pourth Sun day nights at 8.00 o'clock. Sunday School every Sunday at 9.16 a; in.—J. A. liaylifl, Suporin t tendent. Christian Endeavor Prayer Meet ing every Thursday night at 7.4 a. o'clock. Friends—JNorth of Graham Pub lic School—J .Bobert Parker, Pas tor. Preaching every Sunday at 11 a. - m. and at 2.30 p. m. , Sunday School every Sunday at| 10.00 a. m.—James Criaco, Superin tendent. Methodist Episcopal, aouih—c"r. Main and Maple St., 11. E. Myers j Pastor. Preaching every Sunday at lI.UU a. m. and at 7.30 p. m. Sunday School every Sunday at 9.45 a. m.— W. B. Green, Supt. M. P. Church—N. Main Street, 'Rev. O. B. Williams, Pastor. Preaching first and third Sun -j.' days at 11 a. m. and 8 p. m. Sunday School every Sunday at 0.45 a. in.—J. L. Amick, Supt. Presbyterian—Wst Elm Street- Rev. T. M. McConnell, pastor. Sunday School every Sunday at 9.45 a. m.—Lynn B. Williamson," Su perintendent. Presbyterian (Travora Chapel)— J. W. Clegg, pastor. Preaching every Second add Fourth Sundays at 7.30 p. m. Sunday School every Sunday at 2.30 p. m.—J. Harvey White, Su perintendent. Oneida—Sunday School e very- 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. G, Room 16.15t National Bank Building; 'Phone 470 JOHN J. HENDERSON Attorney-at-Law GRAHAM. N. C. 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CHAPTER I—Sheridan's attempt to ™ alt ® » business man of bis son Bibbs by starting him in the machine shop ends In Uibbs going to a sanitarium, a nervous wreck. CHAPTER ll—On his return Bibbs is met at the station i>v Jj«s sister Edith. . CHAPTER III—He finds himself an in considerable jn£ unconsidered figure in the New House" of the Sheridans. He sees Mary Vertrees looking at him from a summer house next door. s CHAPTER Thv Vertreofces, old town family and impoverished, call on the Sheridans, newly-rich, and afterward dis cuss them. Mary puts Into words her parents' unspoken wish that ske marry one of the Sheridan boys. CHAPTER V—At the Sheridan house warming banquet Sheridan spreads him self. Mary frankly encourages Jim Sheri dan's attention, and Bibbs hears he is to be sent back to ths 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 hlin. CHAPTER Vlll—Sheridan tells Blbbs he must go back to the machine shop as soon as he is strong enough. In spite of Blbbs' ploa to be allowed to write. CHAPTER IX—Edith and Sibyl. Ro«*oe Sheridan's wife, quarrel over Bobby Lam horn; Sybil goes to Mary for help to keep Lam horn from marrying Edith, and Mary leaves her in the room alone. ' CHAPTER X—Blbbs has to break to his father the news of Jim's sudden death. CHAPTER Xl—All the rest of ths fam ily helpless in their grief. Bibbs becomes temporary master of the house. At the funeral he meets Mary and rides home | with her. CHAPTER Xll—Mrs. Sheridan pleads with Blbbs to return to the machine shop tor his father's sake, and h* consents. CHAPTER Xlll—Blbbs purposely inter rupts a tete-a-iete between Edith and Lamhorn. He tells Edith that he over heard Lamb urn making love to Roscoe's wife. CHAPTER XlV—Mutual love of muslo arouses an Intimate friendship between Bibbs and Mary. CHAPTER XV-Mary sells her piano to help out the linances of ths Vertrees fam ily. CHAPTER XVl—Roseoe and his wlfs quarrel over Lamhorn. CHAPTER XVll—Sheridan finds Ros ooe in an intoxicated condition during of fice hours and lakes him home. CHAPTER XVlll—Friendship between Blbbs and Mary ripens into a mors inti mate ielation, ana under Mary's influ ence Blbbs decides to return to the ma chine shop. CHAPTER XlX—Slierldan finds his son Roscoe's affairs in a muddled condition, owing to his intemperate habits. CHAPTER XX—Blbbs, under the Inspi ration of Mary's frlenlship, makes good In the machine shop. Sheridan is Injured while attempting to show the boy how to do his work. CHAPTER XXl—Sibyl, Insanely Jealous over Lamhorn's attentions to Edith, makes a scene In the Sheridan home, and Lamhorn is ordered out of ths house by Sheridan. CHAPTER XXll—Blbbs finds great happiness in his work and his growl Ag love for Mary. CHAPTER XXlll—Edith leaves for New York, ostensibly to visit a friend. Roscoe tells his father that he is going to quit the business and go away with his wife. CHAPTER XXlV—Sheridan announces that he is going to take Blbbs into the office with him and make a business man of him. "Now, mamma, hold your horses! I wanted him to look Bibbs over before anything the matter. You don't sup pose I'm goln* to* take any chances with Blbbs, do you? Well, afterwards, I shut the door, and I an' ole Ourney had a talk. He's a mighty disagreeable man; he rubbed it In on me what he said about Bibbs bavin* brains if he ever woke up. Then I thought he must want to get something out o* me, he got so flattering—for a minute! 'Blbbs couldn't help havin' business brains,' nPfeays, 'bein' your son. Don't be sur prised,' he says—'don't be surprised at his makin* a success,' he says. 'He couldn't get over his heredity; he couldn't help bein* a business success—• once you got him Into It It's in Ills blood. Yes, sir,' he says, 'lt doesn't need much brains,* he says, 'an' only third-rate brains, at that,' he says, 'but it does need a special kind o* brains,* he says, 'to be a millionaire. I mean/ be says, 'when a given a start. If nolxxly gives hi in a start, why, course he's got to have luck and the right kind o' brains. The only mir acle about Blbbs,' he says, 'is where he got the other kind o' brains—the brains you made him quit usin' and throw away.* *' "But what *d he say about his health?** Mrs. Sheridan demanded, im patiently. as George placed a cup of coffee before her hunband. Rberldan helped himself to cream and sugar, and began to sip the coffee. "I*m comin' to that," he returned, placidly. "See how easy I manage this cup with my left hand, mamma?*' "You been doln' that all winter. What did—" "It's wonderful," he Interrupted, ad miringly, "what a fellow can do with his left hand, i can sign my name with mine now, well's I ever could with my right. It came a little hard at first, but now, honest. I believe I , rather sign with my left. That's all j I ever have to irrto» anyway— Just j the signature. Resrs all dictatln." lie bley across the u>p of the cup unctuously. "Good Soiree, mamma! j Well, about Blbbf. Ole Gurney says be believes If Bibbs cou!d somehow get back to the state o' mind he wa* j In about the machine shop—that Is. If he could some way get to feelln* about business the way he felt about the ] ibop—not the poetry and writln' part, but—" He paused, supplementing his jeparfcs. with a motion of Uls j GRAHAM, N. C., THURSDAY, OCTOBER 19, 1916 toward the old boose next door. "He says Bibbs Is older and harder'n what he-was when he broke down that time, and, besides, he ain't the kind o' dreamy way he, was" then—and I should say he ain't! I'd like 'em to show me anybody his age that's any wider awake! But he says Bibbs' health'll never need bother ns again if—"' Mrs. Sheridan shook her head. "I don't see any help that way. Yon know yourself she wouldn't have Jim." "Who's talkln' about her havin* any body? But, my Lord! she might let him look at her! She needn't ,'a' got so mad, Just because he asked her, that she won't let him come In the house any more. He's a mighty funny boy, and some ways I reckon he's pretty near as hard to understand as the Bible, but Gurney kJnd o' got me in the way o' thlnkin' that if she'd let him come back and set-around with her an evening or two sometimes —not reg Mar, I don't mean—why— Well, I Just thought I'd see what you'd think of tt. Therg ain't any way to talk abotit it to Bibbs himself —I don't sup pose he'd let you, anyhow—but I thought maybe you coyld kind o' slip over there some day, and kind o' hint around till you see boW the land lays, and ask her—" "Me!" Mrs. Sheridan looked both helpless and frightened. "No." She shook her head decidedly. "It wouldn't do any good." "You won't try it?" "I won't risk her turnln' me onto' the house. Some way; that's whnt I believe she did to Sibyl, from what Roscoe said once. No, I can't—and, what's more, it'd only make things worse. If people And out you're run nin' after 'em they think you're cheap, and then they won't do as much for you as If you let 'em alone. I don't believe It's any use, and I couldn't do it If It was." He sighed with resignation. "All right, mamma. That's all." Then, In a livelier tone, he said: 'Ole Gurney took the bandages off my han(J this morning. All healed up. Says 1 don't need 'em any more." "Why, that's splendid, papa!" she cried, beaming. "I was afraid— Let's see." She came toward him, but he rose, still keeping his hand In bis pocket. "Walt a minute," be said, smiling. "Now It may give you Just a little teeny bit of a shock, but the fact is— well, remember that Sunday when Sibyl came over here and made all that fuss about nothln'—lt was the day after I got tired o' that statue when Edith's telegram came—" "Let me see your band!" she cried. "Now wait!" he said, laughing and pnslilng her away with his left hand. "The truth Is, mamma, that I kind o' slipped out on you that morning, when you wasn't lookln', and went down to ole Gurney's office —he'd told me to, you see—and, well, it doesn't amount to anything." And he held out, for ber inspection, the mutilated band. "You see, these days when It's all dlo tatln*, -anyhow, nobody 'd mind Just • couple o'—" fie had to Jump for her —she went over backward. For the second time In her life Mrs. Sheridan had fainted. e CHAPTER XXXII. It was a full hour later when he left her lying upon a couch In her own room, still lamenting that the "fuss" which she was making Irked him far more than bis physical loss. He per mitted ber to think that he meant to return directly to his office, but when he came out to the open air he told the chauffeur in attendance "to await him In front of Sir. Vertrees' bouse, whltb- j er be himself proceeded on foot. Mr. Vertrees had taken the sale of half of his worthless stock as manna in the wilderness; It came from heav en—by what agency he did not partic ularly question. The broker Informed him that "parties were Interested in getting hold of the stock," and that later there might be a possible in-1 crease In the value of the large amount retained by his client. It i might go "quite a ways up" within a year or so, he said, and he advised "sitting tight" with it. Mr. Vertrees went home and prayed. He rose from his knees feeling that he was surely coming Into his oWn ! again. It was more than a mere gasp of temporary relief with blm. and his wife shared his optimism; but Mary would not let him buy back her piano, and as for furs—spring was on the way, she said. Ilut they paid the bat- | Cher, the baker and the candlestick j maker, and hired a cook once more. It was this servltress who opened the door for Sheridan, and presently as sured him that Miss Vertrees would "be down." He was not the man to conceal admi ration when he felt It, and he flushed and beamed as Mary made her ap ■ peararice, almost upon the heels of the ] cook. She had a look of apprehension for the first fraction of a second, btit j it vanished at the sight of him, and Its place was,taken In her eyes by a soft j brilliance, while color rushed In her cheeks. i "Don'i be surprised," he said. "Truth Is, In a way It's sort of on business I looked In here. It'll only take a min ute. I expect" "I'm sorry," said Mary. "I hoped you'd come because we're neighbors." | He chuckled. "Neighbors! Some- I times people dfin't seej>o much o' their neighbors" as they used" to. That la, 1 hear so—lately." "You'll stay long enough to sit down, won't you?" "I guess 1 could manage that much." And they sat down, facing each other and not far apart "Of course, It couldn't be called busi ness, exactly," he said, more gravely "Not at all, I expect. But there i* something o' yours It seemed to ma I ought to give you, and I Jost thought It was better to bring It myself and explain how I happened to have It If» this—this letter you wrote my boy." He extended the letter to her solemnly. In his left hand, and she took It gently from him. "It was in his mall, after he wag hurt Yon knew he never got it, I expect." "Yes," she said. In a low voice. He sighed. "I'm glad he didn't Not," he added, quickly—"not but what you did Just right to send It. Yon did. You couldn't acted any other way when It came right down to it. There ain't any blame comln' to you—you were aboveboard all through." . Mary said, "Thank you," almost In a whisper, and with her head bowed low. "You'll have to excuse me for readln' It. 1 had to take charge of all bis mall and everything; I didn't know "Don't Be Surprised," He 8al&{ ■the bandwrltln', and I rend It all—once I got started." \ "I'm glad you did." "Well"—he leaned forward as If to rise—"l guess that's about all. I Ju»t thought you ought to have It" "Thank you for bringing It." „He looked at her hopefully, as If be thought and wished that she might have something more to say. But she seemed not to lie aware of this glance, and sat with her eyes fixed sorrowfully upon the floor. "Well, I expect I better be gettln' back to the office," be said, rising des perately. "I told —1 told my partner I'd be back at two o'clock, and 1 guees he'll think I'm a poor business mnn If he catches me behind time. I got to walk the chalk a mighty straight line these days—with that fellow keep- In' tabs on me!" Mary rose with him. "I've always heard you were the bard driver." He guffawed derisively. "Me? I'm notbln' to that partner o' mine. Yon couldn't guess to save your life how he keeps after me to h6ld up my end o' the Job. I shouldn't be surprised he'd give me the grand bounce some day, and run the whole circus himself. You know how he Is—once he goes at a thing!" "No," she smiled. "I didn't know you had a partner. I'd always heard —" He laughed, looking away from her. "It's Just my way o' spcakln' o' that boy o' mine, Bibbs." lie stood then, expectant, staring out Into the ball with an air of careless geniality. He felt that she certainly must say at least, "How Is Bibbs?" but she said nothing at all, though he wait ed until the silence became embarrasaj lug. "Well, I guess I better be gettln* down there," be said, at lust. "He might worry." "Goodby—and thank you," said Mary. "For what?" "For the letter." "Oh," be said, blankly. "You're welcome. Goodby." . Mary put out ber band. "Goodby." "You'll have to excuse my left hand," be said. "I bad a little accident to the other one." She gave a pitying cry as she ssw. "Oh. poor Mr. Sheridan! "Nothln* at all! Dictate everything nowadays, anyhow." He laughed Jovially. "Did anybody tell you how It happened?" "I heard you hurt your hand, but no—not Just bow." "It was this way," he began, and both, as If unconsciously, sat down again. "You may not know It, hot I used to worry a good deal a turn t tho youngest o' my boys—the one that! used to come to see you sometimes, j after Jim—that Is, I mean Bibbs. He's i the one I spoke of as my partner; snd the truth Is thot's what It's Just about goln' to amount to, one o' these doys— if his health holds out Welt you re member, I expect, 1 bad blm on a machine over at a plant o' mine; and sometimes I'd kind o' sneak In there and see bow he was gettln' slong. Take a doctor with me sometimes, be cause Bibbs never was so robust you might say. Ole Doc Gurney—l guess ; maybe yoti'know blm? Toll, thin roan; j acts sleepy—" "Yes." "Well, one day I an' ole Doc Gur ney, we were In there, and I under took to show Bibbs how to run bis machine. He told me to look out but 1 wouldn't listen, and 1 didn't look out—and that's how I got my hand hurt, tryln' to show Bibbs to do some thing be knew bow to do and i didn't Made me so mad I Just wouldn't even admit, to myself It was hurt—and so. by and by, ole Doc Gorney had to take kind o' radical measures with me. He's a right good doctor, too. Don't you think so, Miss Vertrees?" "Yes." "Yes, he Is so!" Sheridan now had the air of a rambling talker and gossip with all day on his hands. "Take blm on Bibbs' case. 1 was talkln' about Bibbs' case with him this morning. Well, yon'd laugh to hear the way ole Gnrney talks about that! 'Course he Is Just as much a friend as he Is doc tor —and he takes as much Interest In Bibbs as If he was In the family. He thinks Bibbs Isn't anyways bad off yet; and he thinks he could stand the pace and get fat on It If—well, this Is what'd make yon laugh If you'd been there, Miss Vertrees—honest It wouldI" He paused to chuckle, and stole a glance at her. She was gazing straight before her at the wall; her lips were parted, and—visibly—she was breath ing heavily and quickly. He feared fcat she was growing furiously angry; bat he,had led to what he wanted to say, and he went on, determined now to say It all. He leaned forward and altered his voice to one of confiden tial friendliness, though In It be still maintained a tone which Indicated that ole Doc Gurney's opinion was only a Joke he shared with her. • "Yes, sir, you certainly would 'a' laughed! Why, that ole man thinks you got something to do with It. You'll have to blame It on him, young lady, If It makes you feel like startln' out to whip Somebody! He's actually got this theory: be says Bibbs got to gettln' better while be ■worked over there at the shop because you kept him cheered up and feolln' good. And he Bnys If you could man age to Just stand him hangln' round a little —maybe not much, but Just sometimes—again, be believed It'd do Bibbs a mighty lot o' good. 'Course that's only what the doctor said. Me, I don't know anything about that; but I can say this much—l never saw any such a mental Improvement In any body In my life us 1 have lately In Bibbs. 1 expect you'd And him a good deal more entertaining than what be.used to be—and'l know It's a kind of embarrassing thing to suggest after the way he piled In over here that day to ask you to stand up before the preacher with him, but accordln' to ole Doo Gnrney, he's got y#u on his brain so bad—" Mary Jumped. "Mr. Sheridan!" she exclaimed. He sighed profoundly. "There! I noticed you were gettln' mad. I didn't—" "No, no, no!" she cried. "But I don't understand —and I think you don't. What la It you want me to dor He sighed again, but this time with relief. "Well, well!" he said. "You'ri right. It'll be easier to talk plain. I ought to known 1 could with you, al * the Ume. I Just hoped yoO'd let thai boy come and see yon sometimes, once more. Could you?" "You don't understand." She clasped her hunds together In a sorrowful ges ture. "Yes, we must talk plain. Bibbs beard that I'd tried to make your oldest son care for me because I was poor, and so Bibbs came and asked me to marry blm—because he was sorry for me. And I can't see him any more," she cried In distress. "I can't!" Sheridan cleared bis throat uncom fortably. "Yon mean because he thought that about you?" "No, no! What he thought was tree!" "Well—you mean he was so much In—you mean he thought so much of you—" The words were Inconceivably awkward upon Sheridan's tongue; he seemed to be In doubt even about pro nouncing them, hot after a ghastly pause he bravely repeated them. "You mean he thought so much of yon that you Just couldn't stand btm around?" "No! He was sorry for me. He cared for me; be was fond of me; snd he'd respected me—too much! in the "Bibbs Isn't Like Other Men." finest way he loved me. If yofl Hke, snd he'd have done anything on earth for me, as I would for blm, and as he knew 1 would. It was beautiful, Ur. Sheridan," she said. "But the cheap, bad things one has done seein slways to come back—tbey wslt, and pull you down when you're happiest. Blhhs found me ont, you see; and be wasn't 'ln love' with me at all." "He wasn't? Well, It seems to mo he gave np everything he wanted to do—lt was fool stuff, but be certainly wanted It mighty bad—be Jast threw It away and walked rUsht up and took the Job he swore be never would— Just for you. And It looks to me ss If a man that'd do that must think quite a heap o' the girl he does It for! You say It was only because he was sorry, but let me tell you there's only ono girl he could feel tbat sorry for! Yes. sir!" "No, no," she said. "Bibbs Isn't like other men—be would do snythlng for anybody." Sheridan grinned. "Perhaps not so Btgcb as joa think, nowadays," be said. , "Tor Instance", T got kind or a "suspicion he doesn't believe In 'sentiment In busi ness.' But that's neither here nor there. What he wanted was. Just plain and simple, for you to marry htm. Well, I was afraid bis thlnkln' so much of you had kind o' sickened yon of him—the way It does sometimes. But from the way you talk, I understand tbat ain't the trouble." He coughed, and his voice trembled a little. "Now here. Mlhh Vertrees, I don't have to tell you—because you see things easy— I know I got no business comln' to you like this, but I had to make Bibbs go my way Instead of bis own—l had to do It for the sake o' my business and on his own account, too—and I expect you got some Idea how It hurt him to give up. Well, he's made good. He didn't come In half-hearted or menu; he came ln*-all the way! But ' there Isn't anything In It to him; yon Can see he's Just shut his teeth on It and golu' abend with dust In his mouth. You see, one way of looktn' at It, he's got nothln' to work for. And It seems to me like It cost him your friendship, and 1 believe —holiest—that's what hurt blm the worst. Now you said we'd talk plain. Why can't you let him come back?" She covered her face desperately with her hands. "I can't!" He rose, defeated, and looking It - "Well, I mnstn't press you," bo snld, gently. At that she cried out, and dropped her hands and let hlin see her face. "Ah! He wns only sorry for me!" He gazed at ber Intently. Mary was proud, but she had a fatal honesty, agd It coufcssed the truth of ber now; she was helpless. It was so clear that even Sheridan, marveling and nmazed, ■was able to see It. Then a change came over blm;"gloom fell from him, and he grew radiant , "Don't! Don't!" she cried. "Yon mustu't —" "I won't tell him," said Sheridan, from the doorway. "I won't tell any body anythlngl" I CHAPTER XXXril. There was a heavy town-fog that afternoon, a smoke-mist densest In the sanctuary of the temple. The people went about In It, busy and dirty, thickening their outside and Inalds linings of coal-tnr, asphalt, sulphurous acid, oil of vitriol, and the Other fomll lar things the men liked to breathe and to have uprti their skins and garments and upon their wives and babies and sweethearts. The growth of the city was vlslblo In the smoke and the noise and the rush. There was more smoke than there had been this day of Febru ary a year earlier; there was more noise; and the crowds were thicker — yet quicker In spite of that The traf fic policeman hud a hard time, for the people were Independent—they re tained some habits of the old market town period, and would cross the street anywliero and anyhow, which not only got tliem killed more frequent ly than If tliey clung to the legal cross ings, bu: kept the motormen, the chauf feurs and the truck drivers In a, stew of profane nervousness. So the traf fic policemen led harried lives; they themselves were killed, of course, with a certain periodicity, but their main trouble was that they could not make the citizens reull/.e that It was actu ally and mortally perilous to go about their city. It was strange, for there were probably no citizens of any length of residence who had not per sonally known either someone who had been killed or Injured in an accident, or someone who had accidentally killed or injured others. And yet, perhaps It was not strange, seeing the sharp preoccupation of the faces—the people had something on their minds; they could not stop to bother about dirt and danger. Mary Vertrees wns not often down town; she had never seen an accident until this afternoon. She had come upon errands for her mother Connected with a timorous refurbishment; and as she did these, In and out of the depart ment stores, she had an Insistent _ip>n sclousncKH of the Sheridan building. From the street, anywhere, It was al most always In sight, like some mon strous geometrical shadow, luurk col ored and rising llinltlessly Into tho swimming heights of the smoke-mist. It was gjinnt and grimy and repellent; It had nothing but strength and size— but In that eouseiousneas of Mary's tho great structure may have partaken of beauty. Sheridan hail made some of the things he said emphatic enough to remain with her. She went over and over them —and they begun to j seem true; "Only one girl ho could ! feel that sorry for!" "Gnrney says j he's got yon on his brain so bad—" The man's clumsy talk began to sing In ber beart. The song wns begiiu j there when she saw the accident. She was directly opposite the Sheri dan building then, waiting for the traf- I flc to thin before she crossed, though i other people were risking the passage, | darting and halting and dodging par- ! lously. Two men came froln the crowd i behind ber, talking earnestly, and : started serous. Both wore black; ono j was tall and broad and thick, and ihe j other was taller, but noticeably slen- j der. And Sinry caught her breath, fori they were Bibbs and his father. They ' did not see her. and she caught * phrase of lilhbs' mellow voice, which j bad taken a erlsper ring: "Sixty-eight : thousand dollars? Not sixty eight thou- | sand buttons!" It startled her qtleerly, j and as tli'-re wns a glimpse of his pro file she saw for tl(e first time a resetn- ! blance to bis father. She watched them. In the middle of j the street lilbbs had to step ahead of bis fattier, and the two were separated. I Rut the reckless pausing of a truck, j beyond the second line of rails, fright- : ened-s group of country women who | were In course of passage; they were ;■ i Just In front of Itlbbs, and shoved ' backward upon him violently. To ex tricate himself from them he stepped back, directly In front of a .moving] trolley car—no place for absent-mind-1 edncsa, but Bibbs was still absorbed In thoughts concerned with what he) had been saying to bis father. There were shrieks and yells; Bibbs looked •the wrong woy—and then Mnry snw the heavy figure of Sheridan plunge straight forward In front of the car. With absolute disregard of bis own life, he hurled blnwelf at Bibbs like a football player shunting off an oppo nent, and to Mar; It seemed tbat they both went down together. But that w«« all she could aee—automobiles, trueka and wagons closed In between. She made out that the trolley cat ■topped Jerkily, and she saw a police- He Hurled Himself at Bibbs. t/ian breaking his wny through the In stantly condensing crowd, while the traffic came to n standstill, and people ■tood up in automobiles or climbed upon the hubs and tires of wheels, not to miss u chance of seeing anything horrible. Mary tried to get through; It was Impossible. Other policemen came to help the first, and In a minute or two traffic wag la motion again. The crowd became pliant, dispersing—there was no figure upon the ground, and no ambulance came. Hut one of the po licemen was detained by the clinging and beseeching of a gloved hand. "What la the matter, lady?" "Where are they?" Mary cried. "Who? Ole Man Sheridan? I reck on he wasn't much hurtl" "Ills son—" "Was that who tlio other one was? I seen him knock him—oh, he's not bad off, 1 guess, lady. The ole man got him out of the way . all right. The fender shoved the ole man around some, but I reckon bo only got shook up. They both went on In the Sheri dan building without any help. Ex cuse me, lady." Sheridan and Bibbs, in fact, were at that moment in the elevator, ascend ing. "Whiak-broom up In the office," Sheridan was saying. "You got to look out on these corners nowadays, I tell you. I don't know I got any call to blow, though—because I tried to cross after you did. That's how I happened to run Into you. Well, you remember to look out after this. We were talkln' about Murtrle's askln* sixty-eight thou sand flat for that nlnety-nlno-year lease. It's his lookout if he'd rather tnke It that way, and I don't kuow but—" "No," snld Bibbs, emphatically, as the elevator stopped; "hq won't get It. Not from Us, ho won't, and I'll show you why. I can convince you In five minutes." He followed his father Into the office anteroom—and convinced him. Then, having been diligently brushed by a youth of color, IJlbbs went Into lilij own room and closed the door. TO BK CONTINUED. IMPORTANT QUESTION CONCERN ING USE OF LITTLE LABOR SAVING DEVICE. WHERE DIFFICULTY*ARRISES Any One Who Blyns Any Document In Any Way Is Bound By Hla Signature. Is a rubber stamp signature valid? Considering how many of them are ! going, out of Insurance offices dally, bow. many agents affix them to poll ! cles and riders, and the almost gon eral use made of this labor-saving, j authority-delegating device, It 1s well I to attend the reply recently made by i the Journal of Commerce to the In ! qulry of a subscriber on the polnL ! "Any one," nays our contemporary, S "who Indorses a check or signs any other document is bound by his sig nature, whether It Is made with pen or pencil, a rubber stamp, or in any ! other way. The difficulty arises only [ when an attempt Is made to show j that the'signature Is his. If he ad ' mils It, he Is bound without further j controversy. If ha declares that he , dlil not append the signature to the j document, It will bo necessary to ! prove tbat he did make it, and tbf* ! Is the point at which the whole diffi culty arises. A written signature can be compared with others known or | acknowledged to have been made by a certain person. End the correspond ents of that person or handwriting i experts can testify with a consider | able degree of assurance as to the genuineness of the signature in ques- I tlon. No one can say with asaurance, .however, whether a rubber stamp • was In the-hands of one person or of another, when It was In use for the making of a disputed signature. 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