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
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“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
¥