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man of his son Bibbs by starting him
a sanitarium, a nervous wreck.
turn Ribbs finds himself an
able and unconsidered figure in the “Ne
House of the Sheridans. The Vertree
old-town family next GOT and
ished, call on the Sheridans,
and Mary afterward puts into
parents’ unspoken wish that
one of tha Sheridan boys
encourages Jim Sheridar
tells Mary Bills
queer.’ He propos
accepts him, >
must
=
newly
wo
is
to
mi
Koes
from
id
One of the greatest boons of
friendship is that it means un-
derstanding. Each of us has in
his soul fancies, dreams, rev.
eries, which only one other per
son, perhaps, can appreciate.
i Yr
Es
HIE
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the lines of family ties
the beautiful
friendship.
sympathy of
CHAPTER XVIili—Contin
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The Story
of a Big
Man in a
Big Town
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been of use to anything or anybody,
and I'd never had anything, myself,
except a kind of haphazard thinking.
But now it's different—I'm still of no
and I don't see any
prospect of belng useful, but I have
had something for myself. I've had
a beautiful and happy experience,
it makes my life seem to be—1 mean
giad I've lived It! That's all; it's
our letting me be near you sometimes
ns you have, this beautiful,
while!”
ana
wir
strang
He d
with eyes still awk
Is feet. She di
rusti of her
that had gon
The
TOO
a ing
sharp and loud
t whi
4
a soit ling
know she
vir house
tn.
ag
old wns so quiet
creas
“No, f
“Yea
no!”
you do thi
feet
him,
"It
never
Bit
wt ov
srid, Miss
on're
indy Veoertrees'
She and
w
giance
id
ahe
it was
“That sounds
pulsivels i
I've thought of you by your
ever we 1 met voy
rathes call me ‘Mary’?
Bibbs ed; 1
deep breat
«he 14
wrong, Y sald, Im
me
8|n
w
Inzzl drew
and did not
ns «
I
“Wouldn't you?”
fn trace of coquetry
rl he sald, In
“Ah (tb very
langhed. “You're such
®]ON. ple sant
Ie long
fa
n alkadl without
wile
can!” a low vole
it's ™ she
fat per
have gallant
sometimes, by way of variety.” She
became again fmmediately. *1
hear laughing it were
som It sounds like laughter
on the eve of n ty.” She
got up itiensly, crossed the room and
leaned against the wall, facing him.
“You're got to go back to that place?
He nodded
‘And the other time you did 1t-"
“Just over 1t.” said Bibbs. “Two
years. But | don’t mind the prospect
of a repetition so much ag"
“So much as what?” she prompted,
as he stopped.
Bibbs
wa to say
de uk
pretty
an hon
to
{4
its
You
grave
myself
1
ia if
fone plap
great calam
re
looked up
it, but
when I try
on Say. It,
haa
she bade him. “You
at her
but 1
ft
whatever It
shyly.
come to an
is,
“I doubt If you'd either like or dls.
Hke what 1 want to say,” he returned,
moving uncomfortably tn his chalr and
looking at his feet
awkward,
my life
felt like
thoroughly “You see, all
until! 4 met you--if I ever
saying anything, 1 wrote it in-
stead. Saying things Is a new trick
for me, nnd this—well, it's Just this:
I used to feel as if 1 hada't ever had
any sort of a life at all. I'd never
bad a frie:
He
CHAPTER XIX.
into the
new house
fa
fire
him
a few minutes later, he found his
ther sitting by
Bibbs in 1 stood before
“I'm cured, f r."” he said
do I go back to the shop? I'm ready.”
The desolat old man aid
alone the
rary
went
ithe
© and im
“I'm Cured, Father,” He Said.
relax. “1 wan sittin’ up to give
you a last chance to say something
like that, 1 reckon it's about time!
I just wanted to see If you'd have
manhood enough not to make me take
you over there by the collar. Last
not
night I made up my mind I'd give you
Just one more day. Well, you got to
it before I did—pretty close to
eleventh hour! All right. Start in to
morrow. It's the first o' the month
I'l ink y you can get up in time?”
‘Six o'clock,” Bibbs responded brisk
“And I want to tell you—I'm go
in a rful spirit.’ As you said
go and I'll ‘like It!
ny hat’s your lookout!” his
ed, “They'll put you back on the
You
y
the
ly.
‘chee
"
father
grunt
machine, get
rv week.’
“Mare
‘Mid:
writing
“Makes of a lot
hat you
“I just
tht, father
hell
1 you to know (ood
young
stalrs
an
as
fi
& re,
audible,
i Sheridan sat star
it th
Sra Oo
the shofMing
on’
rainst
I don't
to be w
|
the man that can ws
man that's
I set Blhbs to iear
bus
tage W
the been
0
#1
learn eo
ness
Hinde somethl ng happened
he sald “Then
look forward to? Then
could 1 deg on to hold things to
gether? A nmix! A lummix that
bow to
to
what'd 1
yeni
fur
along a groove!’
“Roscoe?” she yawned, “You needn't
about Roscoe, papa He's the
child we had. 1 never did
anybody keep better health than
I don't believe he's even had
a cold in five years. You better
to bed, papa.’
“Suppose something did happen
though. You don’t know what it
means, keepin’ property together
~Just Keepin’ it alive,
it grow the way [ do
you when man dies, If that dead
man's chuldern ain't on the job, night
and day, everything he built ‘ll get
carried off. My Lord! when I think
o' such things comin’ to me! It don't
seem like I deserved [tno man ever
tried harder to raise his boys right
than 1 have. [I planned and planned
strongest
EO up
these
alone
I tell
let
fa
be guards to drive the wolves off, and
how to be builders to build, and build
bigger. 1 teil you this business life is
no fool's job nowadays-—a man's got
to have eves in the back of his head,
You hear talk, sometimes, 'd make you
think the millennium had come—but
right the next breath you'll hear some.
body hollerin’ about ‘the great unrest.’
You bet there's a ‘great unrest!” There
ain't any man alive smart enough to
see what 1's goin’ to do to us in the
end, nor what day it's pot set to bust
loose, but it's frothin' and bubblin’ In
the boller. This country’s been fillin'
up with it from all over the world for
a good many yeara, and the old eamp
meetin® days are dead and done with,
Church ain't what it used to be. Noth
in's what it used to be--everything's
turned up from the bottoms, and the
2
the alr,
on, and you got to keep hoppin’
vou're goin’ to keep your bal
the top of it. And the schemers!
run lke bugs on the bottom of a board
-after any plece o' money they he
Fool scher and
schemes; the fool ones are the
and the worst! You got t
keep your m oney after yow
it. And the are ful
industrious ’ i
‘Get
ance
loose, nes
WOH
u
en ;
other
the
10ito:
“I'm Not Drinking Because I've Got
Thirst”
by
§ hares
rumbied
me with
fore;
vhiie he sleeps
walkin® around
And that’
| has doin’ i
he'd rather do now than
hi me. And if
| pens to Roscop—"
“Oh, do stop worryin
sense,” Mrs irr
tated Into sharp wakefniness for t
moment. “There ain't anything
to happen to Roscoe, and
yourself about
Aren't you ever goin’ to bed?”
Kheridan balted. “All right
with a vast sigh
he off
been
go out
any th ng
tad net
11s part
by
‘over }
Sheridan Interrupted i
he
go! n'
you're just
tormentin’
ma,” he sald, “let's
And
leaving only
un "
Hight
go snap
i rosy glow
“Did son speak she
yawned, rising lopeldedly in her drow
siness. “Did yon n in about what
I told you the other evening?”
“No, 1 will tomorrow.”
* * . . -
enti
- *
But Roscoe did not come downtown
the next day, nor the pext: por did
Sheridan see fit to
house He waited
fourth of the
walked into his father's office at nine
in the mor when Sheridan hap-
pencd to be alone.
“They told me downstairs you'd left
word you wanted to see me.”
“Sit down,” said Sheridan, rising
Roscoe sat. His father walked close
to him, sniffed suspiciously, and then
walked away, smiling Qtterly toh!”
hie exclaimed, “Still at it"
“Yes,” sald Roscoe “I've
couple of drinks this morning
about it?"
“I reckon I better adopt some decent
young man,” his father returned
bring Bibbs up here and put him in
your place If he was fit. 1 would!”
“Petter do IL.” Roscoe assented, sul.
fenly.
“When'd you begin this thing
“IL always Aid drink a ttle
Then, on the
day month, Roscoe
ning,
had na
“0
growth Is so big the roots stick out iw
since [ grew op, that is”
what I mean
“Well, I don't
too much in
other day.”
Sheridan began eutting, “It's a |
I've had Ray Wills up from your of
fice. He didn’t want to give you as
but 1 put the hooks
through, You
and couldn't
know
office
rer hi
the
as 1 en
hours—untll
i“
into him,
were drunk
You
every few
inst three weeks. 1 been
Your Is way
ven't done
work been
over your books office
You b
in month.”
's head
behind any Work.
to count,
sunk
can't stand
father”
Loscoe
his shoulders
much talk about
pleadingly
“No!” Bheridan eried
What do you think
y ii He dropped into
groaning
Was
"
it, he
very
i
“Neither can
I! it “Ans
g desk,
to tall
ik i i
stern, but I'm
to sil
Roscoe
“Yon
“Reo
sho
away!
crash, bash, chang!
Hi-yay
Crash,
Ready to 01
Our gl
bash,
“1 like the chine ™
"I've ide a friend of it
it ud talk to it
said Bibbe
1 Re renad
and then it talks back
“Todeod, indeed? What does it say?”
“What I want to hear.”
He was un a sensation that
ong lines of workmen
great master had
and they grinned to
standing with Doctor Gurney behind
the unconscious Bibbs, Sheridan nod
ded to those nearest him-he had per
aware of
the
Their come
see
but he kept his attention upon |
Bibbs worked steadily, never |
turning from his machine. Now and |
then he varied his musical program |
with remarks addressed to the zine
eater
“Gio on, you old crash-basher! Chew
it up! It's good for you, if you don't
to bolt your vittles. Fletcherize,
pig! That's right-—you'll never
get a lump in your givzard, Want some
Here's a nice, shiny one”
The words were indistinguishable, but
Sheridan inclined his head to Guroey's
ear and shouted fiercely: “Talkin' to
himself! Ry George!
Gurney laughed reassaringly,
shook his head
Bibbs returned to song.
them
hiz son,
on
and
Chang! Chang, bash, chang! It's I!
Who looks a mustang in the oye
Peariegs nnd bo
His futher grasped Lim by the arm
‘Let we show
be, bi
dle (et
show
fit tery
har out
you once.”
Pre
girly
you talkin’
to make yourself
abused
head 7”
you're
the sty
He
ip of 2
did
it
“You Go Back to Your Work."
have done you. [I guess you folks have
got that old man pretty thoroughly
upset, between you, up at your house!
But I don't intend to go over you. 1
can see with my eyes half shut
“Yes,” Bibbs Interrupted, “that's
what they are”
“1 say 1 can sc you're starting
at least in good shape,
the difference?”
“1 like the machine” sald Bibbs.
“Well, welll” The doctor stretehed
himself and stamped his fool repeat
edly. “Better come along and take a
drive with me. You can take the time
off that be allowed for the examina
tion, and"
out,
What's made
RRR RRR RTE ES
Will Old wan Sheridan come
to himself and appreciate Bibbs'
real value now--will he take his
son out of the machine shop
and give him a chance to live
hia own life? :
WXTO BE CONTIN TBD