I wi — = My Ed “ —— AUTHOR CF bee “PENROD " ETC. CHAPTER XXVi—Continued, PELL TT ter’'s marriage to Lamhorn, the profii- gate, in New York. He is trying to bend the will of his son Bibbs. “didn't Mrs, Sheridan tell m Bibbs warned you Edith would Lamhorn in New York?” Sheridan went completely to pieces He swore, while his wife and stopped her ears. And as swore he pounded the table with his wounded hand, and when the after storming at him (neffectively, sprang to catch and protect that hand Rr lan it away, tearing the bandage. He hammered the table till it leaped. “Fool!” he panted, choking. shown tion enough to guess r ife, it's marry SCreal doctor wrenched “If he's CHAPTER XXVII, > LAAT Q_ a 1 I knew you'd he mentin’ ir Jou was wa well, jot other troubles, 1 it have 3 plenty just sure you ain't worry with Bibbs it “You bet I ain’ “look how 1 about goin’ back to con tinged. “He's a right good-hearted boy, redlly, and sometimes | honestly the ie 0 was she have and then he'll right bright. most always it doesn't, and a good deal of the when he says things, why, I feel glad we say something sounds "Course, time, to haven't got company, be- cause they'd think he didn't have any gumption at all. Yet, look at the way be did when Jim—when Jim got hurt. He took right hold o' things. And Doc. ‘tor Gurney says he's got brains, and you can't deny but what the doctor's right considerable of a man. He acts sleepy, but that's only because he's got such a large practice—he's a pretty wide-awake kind of a man some ways, Well, what he says last night about Bibbs-~that's whet I got to thinkin’ abont. You heard him, papa; he says, have ‘Bibbs 'l than what Jim together—if he Wasn't be a bigger business and ever that Roscoe wakes exactly up,’ he] ENV, what he | says?” “1 suppose go,” gaid Sheridan, with { out exhibiting any Interest, 'n Bibbs, but what he says was true “Listen, papa. Just suppose it into his mind to get know where goes crazier —what of {t?” Bibbs | married he all the | yes!” turned | the wall, only the “You better runs over there let him, I sup There's nothin’ | Lord, Sheridan in the bed, his fi visible of himself rzle of his go back to sleep. ce 10 hair. He every minute she'll pose. Go back to bed, urged, “1| You walt ne thing in th there?” there is, ain't she better- 0. eeplest young | vd ants to fe to kind o' what he no use bein’ rough . pap I expect she's suffered a good deal and I don’t Roscoe's nyway, what 1 with her said was, think we'd ought to be, on unt Y you'll be kind o' polite to her, won't you, papa?” He wne | smothered had nee on'll mumbled which under pulled over his head. “What? she sald, | just sayin’ 1 hoped all right when | noon. You will, He threw the gomething the coverliet he timidly. “I was you'd treat Sibyl she comes, this after won't you, papa?’ off ft riously “1 presume so!” he roared. She departed guiltily. But if he had wager that Bibbs with Mary Vertrees that morning, Mrs Sheridan would have lost, They meant to go to church But it happened that they were attentively preoccupied lin a conversation as they came to the | church; and they had gone an ineredi caverlet | they discovered thelr error. However, feeling that they might be embarrass | Ingly late if they returned, they de cided fas morning, w Me wanlk would make good, ns a windless w ith an inch of erisp sn the ground. So they walked, that aver most part they were silent, but | their way home, after they had turned back | talkative again, “Man ig rey aim Bibbs, JT osaid Ia sleep walker? looked gay you then father ttle, your Inughed a “Does when he's in a mood to flatter me, Other other names, I ha “You mustn't m " she sald, gently Ig some pretty severe wks What you've told me for him, been sure he's very big” Big and-—blind. He's like i without eves and without any of make pretty sorry Bibbs, I'v isn't any And town get here only | much the men down hat's what my father wants | 1 y ie said And amiling to him, and 1 you don't waut it, and it" you don't think I'm a sleep Iker, Mary?’ He bad told her of h yinng for him, though he the vigor their setting forth, 8 # New not pRauen ribed of ‘You think I'm right? "A thousand tin she here aren't so many happy people in | world, 1 think-—and you say you've found what makes you happy. If it's a dream-—keep it!" “The thought of going down there into the money shuffle—I hate it as | never hated the shop!” he sald, “i hate it! And the city itself, the city that the money shuffle has made just look at it! nd the dirt and the ugli. | ness and the rush and the noise aren’t the worst of it; It's what the dirt and ugline and rush and noise mean- | that's the worst! The outward things insufferable, but they're only the expression of a spirit—a blind embryo of a spirit, not yet a soul—oh, just greed! And this ‘go ahead’ nonsense! Oughtn't it all to be a fellowship? | shouldn't want to get ahead if I could | ~1'd want to help the other fellow fo keep up with me.” does and ph "§ 4 i es!” cried. | are “1 read something the other day and “1t was something Burne-Jones sald of | a pletare he was going to paint: ‘In | the first pleture 1 shall make a man walking in the street of a great city, of ali kinds of happy dren, and lovers walking leaning from lengths 4 chil 1 ladie lite wWinaow He _ wide onen. i houses this all round lieve I'n } It the | ne They Were Entirely it must Bibbs “Mary, you tell me s he asked “1 think I will.” “It's out #0 mY colder, § don't—you never wear them at all any more Why don’t you?” Hor eyes fell for a moment pr "Suen red Fen she if 1 tell you You promise not to £88k ETOW looked up gay the % any more gues “Bibbs, answer wi tons 7" Yes, did them Why you stop wear “Decaunse | without them!” She feaught quickly in her own for an inst laughed into his eyes, and ran into the house, found T'd be CHAPTER XXVIII It Is the consoling attribute of up used books that their warmth will so often make even readymnade library the actual “living room” of a family to whom the shelved indeed sealed Thus it was with Sheridan, who read nothing except newspapers, letters and figures: who looked npon books as he looked upon bricsa-brae or crochet ing-when he was at and not abed or @nting, be was in the Hbrary He stood in the many-coloped light of the stained-glass window at the far end of the jong room, when Roscoe and decorative business home, We there else | ¥ “Ne Sheridan.” Mrs but, close to “1 want it fon,’ 1 sald Sibyl better go mother led way, obediently, fo a stopped YW, foi they She ng Sheridan when 3h $i to the low cam spot sha’ door Sibyl tell you isn't a secret, of course, in any way: know, and the sooner the whole family knows it It's something it wouldn't be right for us all not to un derstand. and of course father Sheri dan of all But 1 want to just kind of go over it first with you; it "il kind of help me to see | it all I haven't got any reason for saying it except the good of the family the better. nnat got other, of course, except for that i that night, and it seems to me If there's anything 1 can do to help the family, 1 ought to, because it would help show 1 feit the right way, Well, what I waat tg ‘em wt told 1 Vertrees sfreets nor Job bee ¢ widn’t In wir, He Felt That Something Inevitable Was Happening. whether he was Insane or not! They'd got a notion he might he, from his be ing in a sanitarium, and Mrs. Vertrees asked me if he was insane, the very first day Bibbs took the daughter out auto riding!” She paused a moment, looking at Mrs. Sheridan, but listening intently. There was no sound from within the room. “No! exclaimed Mrs. Sheridan, “It's the truth,” Sibyl! declared, jond- iy. “Oh, of course we were all crazy about that girl at first. We were pretty green when we moved up here, and we thought she'd get us in-—but it didn't take me long to read her! Her family were down and out when It came tt money--and they bad to go after it one way or another, somehow! . (TO BE CONTINUED)
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