The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1916-08-31

to you. I'm not going back to the Of
fee. I'm doner
"wsit a minute before you talk tha
wayW Sheridan began his sentry. z,
up and down the room. ~ suppos,
you know It's taken two pretty goot
men about sixteen hours n day to SCI
things straight and get 'em runnln
right again. down in your officer"
''They must be good men" Rosco,
nodded indlfferently. IL thought wa,
doing about eight mems work. I'm
glad you found two that could handl,
It."
Look here! If worked you II wa,
for your own good. There are plenty
OF men drive harder'n l do. and
Yes. There are some that break
down all the other men that work with
'em. They either die. or go crazy. or
have TO quit and are no use the rest
OF their lives. The lasts my case, |
guess-'complicated by domestic diffi.
cultiesv"
You set there and tell me you give
upf" Sherldan's voice shook. and so
did the gesticulating hand which he
extended appealingly toward the de
spondent figure. Don't do Il, Ros.
coe! Don't say III Say you'll come
down there again and he man! This
woman amt goin' to trouble you any
more. The work amt goin' to hurt
you III you haven't got her TO worry
you, and you can get shut o. this nasty
whisky -guzzllu'; II amt fastened on
you yet. Don't say"
Its no use on EARTH" Roscoe mum.
bled. mo use on earth"
"LooF here! II you want another
months vacation"
II know Gurney told you, so what's
the use talking about 'vacatIonsT"
"Gurney" Sheridan voclferated
the name savagely. Its Gurney, Cur.
ney, Gurney! Always Gurneyl I
don't know what the worlds comm 10
with everybody runnln' around squeal-
in, The doctor says this and The
doctor says that! 1t makes me sick!
How's this country expect to get its
work done II Gurney and all the other
old nanny-goats keep up this blattln',
SO he says you got nervous exhaustion
induced by overwork and emotional
strain They always got to stick the
work in If they see chance! reckon
you did have the emotional strain
and that's alPs the matter with you.
Y u'll be over 1t soon's this woman's
gone. and works the very thing to
make you quit frettin' about her"
did Gurney tell you | was it to
work."
"Shut upg' Sheridan beloved. "Tm
so sick O. that mans name | feel like
shoOtin' anybody that says Il to mer'
lie fumed and chafed, swearing indis.
tlnctly, then came and stood before his
son. Look here; do you think you're
doin' the square thing by me? Do
you? How much you worth?"
i've got between seven and eight
thousand a year clear OF my own. out.
side the salary. That much is mine
whether l work or not"
at Is? You could "a pulled IL ont
without me. suppose you think. at
your ageT
"No. But it's mine, and it's enough"
MY Lord! It's about what a con-
gresham gets and you want to quit
there! l suppose you think you'll get
the rest when | kick the bucket. and
all you have to do is lay back and
wait! You let me tell you right here,
you'll never see one cent OF II. You
20 out o. business now, and what
would you know about handlln' Il five
or ten or twenty years from now? Be
cause l intend to stay here little
while yet, my boy! They'd either get
1t away from you or you'd sell for a
nickel and let II be split up and"
lie whirled about, marched TO the
other end of the room, and stood silent
moment. Then he said, solemnly:
Listen. II you go out now, you leave
me In the lurch, with nothin' on Gods
green earth to depend on but your
brother-and you know what he is
I've depended on you for II all since
Jim died. Now you've listened to that
dam doctor, and he says maybe you
won't ever be as good n man as you
were, and Sat certainly you won't be
for year or so-probably more. Now.
that's all lie. Men don't break down
tnat way at your age. Look at me
And l tell you. you can shake this
thing of. All you need is little get |
up and a little gumption. Men don't |
go away for years and then come back |
into moving businesses Ike ours-they |
lose the strings. And If you could. |
won't let you-if you lay down on me
now, | won't-and that's because If |
yon lay down you prove you amt the
man thought you were" He cleared
his throat and finished quietly: "Ros-
coe, will you take a months vacation
and come back and go to it?"
mo" said Roscoe, listlessly. "I'm
through"
"All right" said Sheridan. He picked
up the evening paper from a table.
went to chair by the fire and sat
down, his back to his son. "Goodby."
Roscoe rose, his head hanging. but
there was a dull relief in his eyes.