Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1916-06-30


clock in another part of the house, and
white-jacket appeared beamingly in
the doorway, bearing furs. "Awready,
Mist Bibbs," he announced. You
ma say wrap up wawm f. you ride,
an she cain go with you today, an not
fight go see you pa at TO- 'clock. Aw
ready, subj"
He equipped Bibbs for the daily
drive Doctor Quincy had commanded;
and in the manner of master of cere-
monies unctuously led the way. In the
hall they passed the Moor, and Bibbs
paused before it while white-jacket
opened the door with flourish and
waved condescendingly to the chauf-
feur in the car which stood waiting in
the driveway.
"It seems to me I asked you what
you thought about this statue when
first came home, George" said Bibbs,
thoughtfully. "What did you tell me?"
"Yessuh!" George chuckled, per-
fectly understanding that for some IN
known reason Bibbs enjoyed hearing
him repeat his opinion Of the Moor.
"You asst me when you frs come home,
an you asst me mex day, an mighty
near ev'y day all time you been here;
an las Sunday you asst me twicet." He
shook his head solemnly. "Look to me
mus be somep'm mighty lamidal bout
at statuen'
! Mighty what?"
mighty lamidal!' George burst out
laughing. 'What do at word mean,
Mist Bibbs?"
Its exactly the word for the
statue said Bibbs, with conviction, as
he climbed into the car. "It's lami-
dial statue
"Hiyiv' George exulted. "Man! Man!
Listen! Well, sub, she mighty lamidal
statue, but lamidal statue heap o. trou-
bic to dus'!'
II expect she isy' said Bibbs, as the
engine began to churn; and moment
later he was swept from sight.
George turned to Mist Jackson, who
had been listening benevolently in the
hallway. "Same he anyways say, Mist
Jackson-T expec' she isv Ev'y day
he try t git me talk bout at lamidal
statue, an anyways, las thing he say,
I expec' she isv You know, Mist
Jackson, If he git well, at young man
GO be pride o. the family, Mist Jack
son. Yes sub, right now pick i'm TO-
frs money!
''Look out with all at money,
Georgev' Jackson warned the enthusi-
asst. white folks n lis house know
i'm heap longer n you. You the on'y
man bettin' on imp
81 risk ity' cried George, merrily. ST
put her all on now-ev'y cent! AT
boys go be flower o. the f1ocky
This singular prophecy, founded
somewhat recklessly upon gratitude
for the meaning of "lamidal," differed
radically from another prediction con-
corning Bibbs, set forth for the benefit
of fair auditor some twenty minutes
later. Jim Sheridan, skirting the edges
of the town with Mary Vertrees beside
him, in his own swift machine, encoun-
tered the invalid upon the highroad.
The two cars were going in opposite di-.
rections, and the occupants of Jim's
had only a swaying glimpse Of Bibbs
sitting alone on the back seat-his
white face startlingly white against
cap and collar of black fur-but he
flashed into recognition as Mary bowed
to him.
Jim waved his left hand carelessIy.
tits B:bbs, taking his constitutional"
he explained.
eyes, l know" said Mary. 81 bowed
to him, too, though I've never met him.
In fact, I've only seen him once-no,
twice. hope he won't think I'm very
bold, bowling to him.
81 doubt if he noticed it," said hon.
est Jim.
"Oh, oh!'' she cried.
whats the trouble?"
I'm almost sure people notice it
when / bow to them"
ooh, I seev' said Jim. "Of course
they would ordinarily, but Bibbs is
funny"
us he? HowY she asked. "He
strikes me as anything but funny"
"Well, I'm his BROTHER" Jim said,
deprecatingly, "but I don't know what
he's like, and, to tell the truth, I've
never felt exactly like l was his broth
er, the way do Roscoe. Nobody could
ever get him to do anything; you can't
get him to do anything now. He never
had any life in him: and honestly, if
he is my brother, must say I believe
Bibbs Sheridan is the LATEST man God
ever made! hate to say it, but Bibbs
Sheridan IL never amount to anything
as long as he lives.''
Mary looked thoughtful "Is there
any particular reason why he should?"
she asked.
"Good gracious!'' he exclaimed. ''You
don't mean that do you7 Don't you
believe in mans knowing how to
earn his salt, no matter how much
money his fathers got? Hasn't the
business Of this world got to be carried
on by everybody in it? Are we going
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