Bismarck daily tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, Dakota [N.D.]) 1881-1916, 1916-05-13

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"Your Father Te'ephoned Me Yestsr
day Afternoon"
pay any attention 10 that? !.
Bibbs Sheridan
He looked at her steadily, and his
gaze was rs keen as it was steady.
She met it with unwavering pride.
Finally he nodded slowly, us II she had
spoken and he meant to agree with
what she said. sst
"Ah. yes" he said. IT won't come
into the smoking COON again. I'm
sorry. Edith. Nobody can make you
SEQ anything now. You'll never see
until you see for yourself. The rest Of
us will do better to keep out Of it
especially re!" =
"That's sensible" she responded,
CURLY. you're most surprising Of all
when you're sensible. Bibbs."
YES" he sighed. TN a dull dog.
Shake hands and forgive me. Edith"
Thawing so far as to smile. she un.
| derwent this brief ceremony, and
George appeared, summoning Bibbs 10
the library; Doctor Quincy was wait
ing there, he announced. And Bibbs
gave his sister a shy but friendly touch
upon the shoulder as a complement to
the Handwriting, and left her.
Doctor Quincy was sitting by the
log fire, alone in the room, and he
merely glanced over his shoulder when
! his patient came in. He was not over
fifty, in spite Of Sheridan's habitual
''olc Doc Quincy" He was gray, how.
ever, almost as thin as Bibbs, and
nearly always be looked drowsy.
"Your father telephoned me yester
day afternoon, Bibbs," he said, not ris
ing. Wants me to look you over
again. Come around here in front Of
mc-betwcen me and the fire. l want
to sec IL can see through you"
You mean you're too sleepy to
move" returned Bibbs, complying. ~
think you'll notice that I'm getting
worse" ZIP
'"raken on about twelve pounds u
said Quincy. Thirteen, maybe"
"Twelve.'
swell. it won't do The doctor
rubbed his eyelids. You're so much
better III have to use some machinery
IN you before VIC can know just where
you are. You come down to my place
This afternoon. Walk DOWNFALL the
way. l suppose you know why your
father wants to know" d
Bibbs nodded. Machine shoD."
q Still hate it," -.
Eibbs nodded again. y R
Dent blanc your the doctor grunt.
I'd. Yes, expect it'll make a lump in
@our gizzard again. Well, what do
you say? Shall tell him you've got
the old lump there yet? You still want
to write. do you?"
| "What's the use?' Bibbs said. smil-
Ing ruefully. MY kind Of writing!'
YES" the doctor agreed. Il suppose
II you broke away and lived on roots
and berries until you began to attract
the favorable attention of editors you
might be able to hope for an income Of
four or five hundred dollars year by
the time you're fifty"
"That's about it," Bibbs murmured.
''Of course know what you want to
do" said Quincy, drowsily. you don't
hate the machine shop only; you hate
the whole show-the noise and jar and
dirt. the scramble-the whole bloomiR'
Graz. to get on You'd like to 90
somewhere in Algiers, or to Taormiua,
perhaps. and bask on balcony, SMELL
ing flowers and writing sonnets. You'd
grow fat on It and have delicate lit
tie life all to yourself. Well, what
do you say? can lie like sixty, Bibbs!
Shall tell your father he'll lose an
other of his boys II you don't go to
Sicily?''
II don't want to go to Sicily said
Bibbs. II want to stay right here
The doctors drowsiness disappeared
for moment, and he gave his patient
sharp glance. Its a risk" he said.
II think we'll find you're so much bet
ter he'll send you back to the shop
pretty quick. Something's got hold
Of you lately; you're not quite so lack
adaisical AZ you used to- be. But l
warn you: think the shop will knock
you just as it did before, and perhaps
ever harder, Bibbs."
He rose, shook himself, and rubbed
bis eyelids. well, when We 80 over
you this afternoon what are we going
to say about it?'
TELL him I'm ready said Bibbs,
looking at the door.
"Oh no." Quincy laughed mot
quite yet; but you may be almost. Wen
go. Don't forget said to walk dow"
And when the examination was con-
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