man’s business to go ahead and make 'em bigger? Isn't it his duty? Don't we always want to get bigger and big Gry “Yeo-o8-] tut I feel brother, He know, your don't for “He's gettin’ better every day,” Jim “Doctor Gurney says so, There's nothing much the matter with him, really —it's nine-tenths imaginary. ‘Nerves'! People that are willing to | be busy don't have nervous diseases, | because they don’t have time to imag about in poems and plays and novels, 1 think it must be just a kind of ewo- tional talk-—most of it. At all events, I don't feel It, Now, we can go faster, please.” “Just where does that let me out?" he demanded. “How does that excuse you for" “It isn't an excuse,” she said, gently, and gave him one final look, wholly desolate. “I haven't sald 1 should . never marry. ' palisades, and overhead in metal cob like spiders In the gky. ‘Trolley clanged and shrieked thelr way round swarming corners: motor cars of every kind and shape known to man babbled frightful warnings and frantic demands; hospital ambulances ored wildly for passage; steam whistles signaled the swinging of titanle tentacle and claw; riveters rattled like machine guns; the ground shook to the thunder of gigantic trucks: and the webs cars works said it wanted ‘em quick. Contractors couldn't or months at the soonest: couldn't ga What ‘4d Jim hi f: found a cement and o be done; sald nine ten any other way, do? Took the contract foikd feliow with a new iicrets " “4s 3 fries ¥ } ferl 3 Process; men on the job night and To gay and A night and day himseif-—and, by re A wglin to use them : Four montis waurehon and a ha I tell that mal these ers you Hine em.” — BOOTH TARKING N “You mean bis trouble is really men ital?’ CMONSIEUR BEAUCAIRE™ “ “Oh, he's not a lanatie,” said Jim. «THE CONQUEST OF CANAAN {mre cer: SSoMSE ues hel) way HC (hing ght bright, f » PENROD " ETC. — time what he gays is "way off the sub CAPYRIGHT [9S BY LTARPER 8c BROTHERS. = “What?” Jim gasped. of it She inclined her head in a broken sort of acquiescence, very humble, un- { fathomably sorrowtul “1 promise nothing faintly, | conglomerate sound all was the | watch just do of earthquake playing set around on th paniments for battle and sudden death And in the hurrying crowds, swirl | to it, {ing and sifting through the brobdingna ik lan « amp of iron “You needn't!” shouted Jim, radiant camp followers and exultant. “You needn't! By | Ww there George! I know you're square; that’ ind dancing tonight enough for me! You wait and promi ary whenever you're ready!” “Don't what 1 asked, i "i begged him. B did “Talk the God bless the old wenther!” happy Jim own - sound HeCOm They're puttin I tell yon, she sald gettin’ blgger ever and steel, one saw they're pagan today ret got $ ho the to and be the goin’ omen would work { Jeet, or else there isn't nny sense to it {at all. For instance, the other day 1 { heard him talkin® to one of the darkles There came a chime of bells from a | the hall. The duarky asked him what clock in another part of the house, and | time he wanted the car for his drive, | Bh npt to make a business | white-jacket appeared beamingly In| ..4 anybody else in the world would | an D1 iis woh Bibba bY Saning Nm ‘Awready, | have just id ha ime they he machine shop ends in Bibbs gol mve Just sald what time they a sanitarium, a nervous wreck. On his | turn RBibba is met at the station y his | sister Edith. He finds self an n- | { volee is but in the ing of the new SYNOPSIS, sts Sheridan's attempt lerfoot forget bbe was n | the doorway, bearing furs. Bibbs,” he announced. “You' say wrap up wawm f' yon’ ride, an’ she cain’ go with you today, an’ not f'git go see you’ pa at Aw s, | ready, sub.” He equipped Bibbs for dally drive Doctor Gurney had commanded; and in the manner of master of cere monies unetuously led the way. ourages | hall they passed the Moor, and Bibbs | » machine ly paused before it while white jacket | { opened the door with a flourish and | ee ' | waved condescendingly to the chaut- | feur in the car which stood waiting in | the driveway. “It seems to me I asked you what you thought about this ‘statue’ when I | first came home, George,” sald Bibbs, | | thoughtfully. “What did you tell me?” | *Yessuh!"” chuckled, per-| fectly understanding that for some un- Bibbs enjoyed hearing of Moor about weather? want it, and that would have been all there was to it; but here's what Bibbs says, and I heard him with my ‘What time do I want the car? ‘Well, now, that depends depends,’ he He talks slow Through ; ‘™ tell you what me flying be In the Eme 1 want the os iseorge; he: says, sun-flecked groves if you'll tell me what vou think of this breathe the rushing Smale i "1 Hats Hey his words! glorious sky ASK € darky what o ou § that Aral Edith und a, ght of wd itn 3 tum] Thi the hall » niably its phantom his ie may have been partly the res ary pondered upon this, “He nn lady's bowing to him fun, formal introduction than the stance of hig baving caught ing Into his month ma siderable and unconsidered flgure “New House’ of the Sheridans. Mary Vertrees looking at } summer house next door The old town family and impover Sheridans, newly-rich, them Mary puts fn unspoken wish of the Bheridan boys. usewarmi CHAPTER VIIL fo! "elock i [0° "clock. | ears. he that like that, you know, im sAYA. the \ ty the open country Bibbs » tween brown fields of trex clean alr beneath Upon Bibby’ one cheeks ther of ac but unde Lacking sympathy and under- standing of a fine nature, isn’t it possible that a slave-driving father could practically force his frall, dreaming son to sul- cide by making him do work which he is fitted to do neither mentally nor physically? Would the father likely feel guilty of murder in such circumstances? ight SUR upon h been in perhaps,” she gested, Askin' a darky what he thought of of statunry—of a work of art! | It seemed to Bibbs that she 1 on earth would be the fun of | paant | did he would her look before window a nlece CORY George to Known : him repeat his = 8 | “You ast FAAS | CHAPTER VII —Continued, | shook his head solemnly reason | . geen Ler; . | dust opinion the Jusi ee | blowing back, her face glowing in the | of gay me when you firs’ come home, ast me nex’ v an’ mn vl RB i! wind-—and that ty 'y day all time you been here: ness tossed » twicet.,” He ¢ “Look nen eV las’ Sunday you ¢ arnival eo v5 Edith's volre to me By and by, was Angry, | ed suddenly as | eded by a powerful lamidal "bout mus’ be somep'm mighty » ] " i v v COIOT deenen at statue! into the room, much warranted by the re pr iol More violets more actual 243 } ill ii George * $F ow upon gL W ¢ not turn ] eeming his NO, vou're TRE Dr “It's Bibbs Taking His Constitutional.” ngor of m he said, 3 enn UE enrs a Yes) Ly Sr ES a little You cou ants of Jim's |. mpse of Bibbs Rb 3 Ast , > 11 x3 : ‘ ie denied, hurried! geat-—his de Gensea, ou ny Oh the car passed two great block ’ nires the f bideous In them . dings burn turned the door and She back make hideous wwing, 1 wait!” : fur he ‘ hi for? You do know how 11. wing b 1 28 Mary bowed feel, i Jo! well, you've certainly block hat way ¢ that way-—or mushrooming ¢ 8 mean white against these shops ‘ # but were ger, spreading over a PRAY, can't writ- makes people do the hardest y get "em to do: it's up their money! ms and essays’ comes to the actual 1 into re« to him. ! Jim waved { “It's Bibbs, taking “What's the matter?” he explained “I pvant to ask you: “Yes. I know.” “1 bowed better, or bave you just got to Bim, too, though I've never met him 1 In fact, I've twice. I hope where two new structures t 1 } ¢ i ry ji! . ! ; Ju tt to tion in some | { o ; Y {| { i hasty cement process of a stability not | : ton 853 # 16° x ii t, and 1 teil yon an a got to be ™ elage : is comple ™ he called, his left 1} in careleasly Now “You're | spoiling such a cheerful afternoon!” titutions now!” she lamented over-reassuring Bibbs pul od the rig ! about him, and not even phantom of color was left upon heeks as he passed this place, for he knew it Ao fac one of the buildings there was an Rign: Aut {| Pomp company, Ine” don't | oser the | thing in this world t it to ma ern ive ing’ It!” ind tug Dol really look ISD He slowed down the used to car “See hore, ned his face to her squarely. Miss Vertrees baven't you Stop the car a minnte tne? e of only 1 he geen him $4 Ones too the no, ink I'm very well VK i words together so as to ke things happen, R. T logs, right in th bre in a minute tha FOOTRe ak Emerson 2 14 edd lay” on earth do you mean? she ’ kill o itt ‘oming back as far “Stoo! nd had complied she faced him squarely as evidently desired face him “Listen. 1 ou to go on. today wan enor ¥ ana the thresh. | hold bowing to him." hi “1 doubt Jim in “Oh, oh!” she cried. ‘But I've noticed you loc “What's the trouble? I wondered If I'd" | “I'm almost “It's because you look sa much bet vhen I bow to th ter.” she him, This | “Oh, 1 r month you've been here's done You no | they would end of good. Anybody could look at! funny.” you now. Bibbs, and not--not get—" “Is he? How? she a= kK?’ | strikes me as anything but funny.” : “Well—almost “Well, I'm brother,” Jim sald, “And you're getting a better color depreeatingly, “but I don’t know what every day, Bibbs; you really are. | he's like, and, to tell the truth, I've never felt exactly like I was his broth- You're really getting along splendidly.” er, the way I do Roscoe. Nobody could “I—~I'm afraid 80," he said, ruefully, “Afrald so! Well, If you aren't the | ever get him to do anything: vou can't queerest! I suppose you mean father get him to do anything now, He never might send you back to the machine had any life in him: and honestly, if I heard | he is my brother. I must say I believe shop” if you get well enough, him say something about it the night of | Bibbs Sheridan is the laziest man God the—" The Jingle of a distant bell in | ever made! I hate to say it, but Bibbs amount to anything | terrupted her, and she glanced at her | Sheridan "Il never as long as he lives." watch. “Bobby Lamhorn! I'm going Mary looked thoughtful. “Ia there | to motor him out to look at a place in the country. Afternoon, Bibbs!” any particular reason why he should?” she asked, When she had gone. Bibbs mooned “Good gracious! he exclaimed. “You pessimistically from shelf to shelf, his | don't mean that, do you? Don't you belleve in a man's knowing how to | eye wandering among the titles of the books. The library consisted almost | entirely of handseme “uniform edi | earn his salt, no matter how much | tions.” They made an effective deco- i money his father's got? Hasn't the | ration for the room, all these big, ex- | business of this world got to be carried | pensive books, with a glossy binding | on by everybody in it? Are we going here and there twinkling a reflection of | to lay back on what we've got and see the flames that crackled in the splendid | other fellows get ahead of us? If we've | Gothis fireplace, | Bot big things already, Isn't it every i whe wien mous nati “Sheridar idan here if he noticed it,” sald hon-| as he her want 3 wooden houses, all grimed, and adding “Why not?” he asked, sharply. { their own grime from many a sooty “I don't know.” | flimsy wooden of a “You mean it's just a whim?" t thousand flimsy whimsles In the fash “I don't know,” she repeated. Her ioning, built on narrow lots and nudg voice was low and troubled and hon- | ing one another crossly. Along these and she kept her clear eyes upon | streets there were skinny shade trees, his, and here and there a forest elm or wal: | “When I first came you couldn't at me,” sonal w look est Thence they went through streets of \ ' ’ ever knew in “You you indistinctly, the a cough. Bibbs explained, in his ay. at me lately. Bibbs sald, ast word smothered in TAR “8it Down,” Said Sheridan. sure people notice itl chimney ; houses em.” gaid Jim ordinarily, “Of course I'm right! And if it ain't with ritin® My told cheerfully, ** ’ that's what's the matter, and that's all | . 4 matter. Oh, not thgse b gid Ke you to want to take up ol y - He Ba ry wT . ’ dreamers that put through the big | Ve most outo'date kind o he No, sir! You're kind o | there Is Poems and essays’! * ’ 3 . . dreamer that just sets out on the back “0rd, Bibbs, that's, women's work! : hy i 9 5 ! X oo fence and thinks about how much trou- | '* DJ look at Edith! I expect that ble there must be in the world! That Poem 0° hers would set a pretty high- ain't the kind that builds the bridges, | Water mark for you, young man, and Bibbs; it's the kind that borrows i the only one she’s ever managed i i CE “CM but conrse Bibbs is the one o est, deals! the ge ked. “He Bie “Will yon teil me something 7" nut had been left: but these were “Almost anything.” | dying. Some people said it was the “Have you ever told any man you scale] some sald it was the smoke; and uf | Some were sure that asphalt and “im- that!” she laughed. his loved him? And at that, though she laughed, she | proving” the streets did it: but Bigness looked a little contemptuons. “No,” | was in too big a hurry to bother much sald. “And I don’t think I ever | about trees. shall tell any man that—or ever know Onward the car bore Bibbs through what it means. I'm In earnest, Mr. | the older parts of the town where the Sheridan.” few solid old houses not already de “Then you--you've just been flirting | molished were in transition; some were with me!” Poor Jim looked both furi- | being made into apartment buildings: oun aud crestfallen, others had gone uproariously iuto “Not one bit!” she cried. “Not one | trade: one or two peeped humorously word! Not one syllable! I've meant | aver the tops of office buildings of one every single thing!” : story in the old front yards. Altogether, “1 don't" the town here was like a boarding. “Of course you don't!” she said. | house hash the Sunday after Thanks. | log to the mabogany desk in the mid | “Now, Mr, Sheridan, 1 want you to! giving: the old ingredients were dis. | die of the room. “Look at what your | start the car. Now! Thank you. Slow- | cernible. { own brothers are doin’! Look at Ros. ly, till T finish what I want to say. 1] This was the fringe of Bigness’' own | cos! Yes, and look at Jim! 1 made Bibbe as Old Sheridan pursues? have not flirted with you. I have de-| sanctuary, and now Bibbs reached the | Jim president o' the Sheridan Realty Isn't it easy to imagine the lone- liberately courted you. One thing more. | roaring holy of holies itself. Magnifi- | company last new year's, and it's an | 2 ly young feliow's going down to and then I want you to take me|cent new buildings, already dingy, | example to any young man—or ole | % the river and making an end of straight home, talking about the | loomed hundreds of feet above him: | man, elther—the way he took ahold of his misery? weather all the way. I sald that I do | newer ones, more magnificent, were | it. Last July we found out we wanted not believe 1 shall ever ‘care’ for any | ising beside them, Maing higher; the | two more big warehouses at the pump . teen cents from his wife's uncle's | 1° write in her whole life! And Edith's brotherdn-law to get ten cent's worth | ® smart girl; she's got more energy in o' plug tobacco and a nickel's worth o' her little finger than you ever give me quinine!” a chance to see in your whole body, ’ | 13h . avin' a w + He put the finishing touch to this Bigb. rw a gaint etching with a snort, and turned again | wll e " ake ten thousand to the window {dollars right now for that poem of “Look out there! | Edith's; and pociry’s all right enough "y iy . iy J tw ® Indow! Look qo} IB place—but you leave it to the A ont o Mt window: JSO0 a % . N girls, A man's got to do an’ the life and energy down there! Look Bo ® 3 Man's work , | In this world.” at the big things young men are doin in this town!” He swung about, com- | ahie he bade his son. Can't you see the serious ef fect of such parental tactics in dealing with the melancholy ¥
Significant historical Pennsylvania newspapers