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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)