THE CENTRE REPORTER, CENTRE HALL, PA.
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you do if I
nor
. ced a
that other which imminently her
threatened him held place in the con-
sciousness of Bibbs Sheridan when he
came one to the presence of
Mary. All was right in his world as
he sat with her, reading Maurice Mae-
teriinek’s “Alladine and Palomides.”
And the eater held
wring him such golden nights as these,
80 her thought of him: a symbol of
self and of her ineffable kindness
And kept 1!
tonight, though the sleet and fine
swept In upon her throat
arms, and her brown
tiny white
as he turned
to suppose something would be due to
bring up my average.”
"Yes, ] wouldn't see the
And there's another you prob-
nfolk might | ably couldn't see, but I'll take the
: You been
much everything
SYNOPSIS. high
The 8! she door even
have mos
the
city
get
Old
the commur
cident ay
because
Lamhor:
to marry
delicate
made" rich, jo open
cent home in
Middle West | Point
thought you
¢ more
in order Ith bare
ple ¢ | erty to mention it balkin’
ll Pretty
iI ever wanted you to di
kind of a
and yet 1 os
in | ber once when you didn’t
i
Lt si4}
t your life with
Moy ), you'd let ont while zine out to leaped
you are
remem
lay
ohn
Rose
ratic
weridan
poet at
be *
yr
was tl
if he did
iid
holler, like
m to
h ive
But
our city and
some re, wi vi
the king's horses and all the king's
to bre the
His son
heart, worl
| Ow in't gee not
touched
Mary
ea { to serve nk
down and do what I sald peil
BD
re
talking;
teadily
with your remarks about }ibbs read slowly, but in a aAson
Go on!” | abie n ner, as if he were
at him
her curved
business of
“I don't want t
with decision mn)
to keep to myself, and I'm doing
I couldn't, if 1
I'd }
the this country
ind Mary, looking
frot
o be part of it,” sald
beneath fingers, ap-
It had
at him
rtunity
n
peared
unwonted
he 1 nise 11 214d
) 1s A ihbs
xls Edith to give him
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x Once more the forces beyond
the power of human control are
at work confounding and thwart.
ng the mighty business man
and city builder, Sheridan. He
fights blindly, valiantly and feels
sure he can win. How the fates | U \y
laugh at his efforts; how love 4
and hate show their great
strength-——is all told with great
fluency by the author in this
installment.
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ZAZ8 RAILS
father Interrupted, stil
yr
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“You've never had
Anybody could tel
Now, let me! a Hit fe. of
back
ngerously quiet
earn a lving
what you say
ww" they were silent
nsidering together;
the pages
anda
you; you're sleepin a pretty
in
pretty fa
pretty fine
you're
bed
you're here's something 1 want to read
Just
vy housekeepers
led to
May
rire
ats ABUNNOSe One oO these
me
for Instance
of § r own house
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keepin your | i
fion
Bibbs’ father has announced that
hereafter Bibbs will be an official in |
the various Sheridan enterprises and
will take up a big business career. The |
1idl RB
i
The father has just
CHAPTER XXIV.—Continued.
Perturbed and di
nstinctively
€
1% he spoke
red. “Y
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weren
p-—tha
father.”
ARES
arin people
thoughts to teach th
yet when you've been
‘ve he
reading
per 1 jectin
4 ob :
Hhildren i
what would help them to make money
You
You
ing,
ittle
now
said it was wasting the taxes
want them
but not to
boy this
it's hideous
taught to mal
When |
ugly
the
live
wasnt an
What's
g ust to be hideous?
think
g ahead
bigger and dirtier and
the whole country happier
isor it
and quieter
think I'm
ther, but, after all,
ness and politics just the housekeeping
part of life? And wouldn't yon despise
# woman that not only made her
housekeeping her ambition, did it}
“oy noisily and dirti ¥ that whole |
neighborhood was In a continua! tur- |
moll over it? And suppose she talked |
and thought about
being bi
I don't
goin
all thi
it's just
noisier
an
wiys w when
cleaner
Know
was Ki
ind k
you in tutte
though, aren
Fite d
on
the
her housekeeping |
couldn't keep clean what she already
the house
unlivable-'
“Just minute!” Sheridan inter
ed, adding, with terrible courtesy,
you will permit me?
ever een right about anything?”
“1 don't quite"
“1 ask the simple question: Have
you ever been right about anything
whatever In the course of your life?
Have you ever been right upon any
subject or question you've thought
about or talked about? Can you men
tion one single time when you were
proved to be right?”
He was flourishing the bandaged
hand as be spoke, but Bibbs sald only,
“If I've always been wrong before,
surely there's more chance that I'm
right about this, [It seems reasonable
altogether
unpeaceful and
ane
a Week?”
that's t!
but
Heker'n a whale's
it's cracked spang all
ross! You're cracked! Oh
fine layout here! One son
jult, and one's a loon! The
all 1 got efi! Well, mister, loon
or no loon, cracked and crazy or what-
you are, I'll take you with me
Monday morning, and I'll work you
and learn you-—~yes' and I'll lam you,
if 1 got to—untitl I've made something
out of you that's fit to be called a
business man! I'll keep at you while
I'm able to stand, and if | have to lay
down to die I'll be whisperin’ at you
thigh bone,
ay a
ROL a
the w
15
loon's
ever
me! Now go on, and don't let me hear
from you again till you can come and
tell me you've waked up, you poor, pitis
ful, dandelion-pickin’ sleep-walker!”
Bibbs gave him a queer look, There
was something like reproach in it, for
once; but there was more than thats
he seemed to be startled by bis father's
last word, ,
CH..PTER AXV.
—
There was sloot that evening, with a
whooping wind, but neither this storm
murimnred
“You might read
first time |
were look-
But
it t
again
The
", you
Do it again
it—1 ean gi
(reek
of Arcady”™
hands
read ve
sinve that ca
the
going
think we're
"lolater
tle time in the
h
go ul
and 1
aay n
time must
go—good night
with a pungent
was little
throngh it,
added vehe
of which
I hate It!"
wy
Do
he
he aware
#1
he door h
with ut he stood n
gazing
Mary! Your
stopped
“Y py 7
“1 don't know,” he sald
just then
“What did you think?”
“1 don’t know--it seemed to me that
there was something | ought to under
stand-—-and didn't.”
She laughed and met his wondering
again frankly “My eves are
“I'm glad that you
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in
at her wonderin
WO
tionleas, giy
&Ye8 Are so
ut she looked quickly away
“I thought
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pleased.” she said.
miss me a little after you go,
“But tomorrow's coming faster than
other days, If you'll let it,” he sald.
fhe inclined ber head. “Yes, ['lle-
‘let 1t'!"
going to church when I go with yon!”
she always went that far. They had
formed a
ing of it; but it was always the same.
he reached the sidewalk, and there he
she waved her hand to hime Then he
went on, half-way to the new house
open and the light shone,
{f she meant to tell him that she would
see that friendly light of the open
doorway--as if it were open for him to
| come back, If be would. He could see
{ it until a wing of the new house came
| between, when he went up the path,
The open doorway seemed to him the
| beautiful symbol of her friendship—of
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CHAPTER XXVI.
hhes fie
Bi od
fh
gl mpse of Nn, ji
insulferab
nothing less than
father, was about to make his
the id-and-brocade
he heard Sheridan
manding his presence
“Tell him to come in
there I ienrd Ge WR
Now you'll And
Mrs. Rberidan, looking
hall, beckoned to her son
Jihbs went as far az the doorway
Gurney sat winding a strip of white
his black bag upon
chair pear by: and Sheridan was stri
ing up and down, his hand 20 heavily
wrapped in fresh bandages that he
seemed to be wearing a small boxing
glove. His eyes wore bloodshot: his
forchead was heavily bedewed:
side of his collar had broken
into go room wi
vociferously
lie
» Just Jet in
tear-stained
out into the
hlin
foe"
open fl
Oe
loose
right enfl.
“There's our little sunshine! he
cried, as Bibbs appeared. “There's the
hope o' the family
and joy! I want--"
“Keep your hand in that sling.” said
Gurney, sharply,
Sheridan turned upon him, uttering
a sound like a howl. “For God's sake,
sing another tune!” he erfed. “You
{sald you ‘came as a doctor but stay
jas a friend,” and io that capacity you
undertake to sit up and criticize me"
“Oh. talk sense.” said the doctor,
and yawned intentionally, “What do
you want Bibbs to say?" ib
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ing 1 k
here you
i= in him, a:
his physic
it deader than a
why pot let it
fo
live
the end
Why not
fighting
of 3
rilow stop 18
and give Bibbs his
chance
Sheridan stood ooking at him fixed
“What ‘fighting? ”
“Yours—with nature.”
the daunting ga of his fierce
antagonist equahly You don't seem
to understand that you've been strug.
ing against actual law.”
“What law?”
“Nataral law.” sald Gurney. “What
you think beat you with Edith?
Did Edith, herself, beat you? Didn't |
Gurney sus
tained
ol
-
io
a
powerful that was against you?! Edith
wasn't against you, and you weren't
aginst her, but you set yourself against
the pgwer that had her in its grip, and |
it shot out a spurt of flame—and won |
in a walk! What's taken Roscoe from |
you? Timbers bear just go much |
strain, old man, but you wanted to!
send the load across the broken bridge, |
roax the eracked thing into standing.
Now here's Bibbs,
life you want him to lead--and so is
he. It wouldn't take half of Bibbs
brains to be twice as good a business
man as Jim and Roscoe put together.”
“What!” Sheridan goggied at him |
|
in
ow a
* My
winter ™
Hoar
gol, and my son-in-law
it,
better enjoy
think he'll
winter They got twelve
dollars to znend,
because | don't be there
next thon
sand and | it
can be done in Florida by rich sons-in-
law. When Roscoe's woman got me to
spend that much on a porch for their
new house, Edith wouldn't give a
minnte® rest till 1 turned over the
same to her. Asad ghe's got it, besides
what | gave Lier to go east on. It'N
be gone long bhefore this time next
year, and when she comes home and
leaves the cigarette behind--for good
she'll get some more. My name zin't
Tracy, and there ain't goin’ to be any
Tracy business in the Sheridan family.
And there ain't goin’ to be any college
foundin' and eadowin’ and trusteein’,
nor God-knows.what to keep my prop.
erty alive when I'm gone! RAIth'l
be back, and she'll get a girl's share
when she's throneh with that cigarette,
bute"
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Doesn't it appear now that
Old Man Sheridan will set about
to have Edith’s marriage to
Lamhorn annulled as soon as she
comes to her sen es? Would you
do so if you were her father?
hear
me