Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1916-04-05
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He put the finishing touch to this
etching with q snort, and turned again
to the window. r
Look out there!' he babe his son.
"Look out o. that window Look at
the life and energy down there! Look
at the big things young men are dom
in this town." He swung about, COM
Ing to the mahogany desk in the mid
die Of the room. "Look at what your
own brothers are dom! Look at Ros-
coe! Yes, and look at Jim! I made
Jim president O. the Sheridan Realty
company last new years, and it's an
example to any young manor ole
man, either-the way he took ahold of
1t. Last July we found out we wanted
two more big warehouses at the pump
works-wanted 'em quick. Contractors
said it couldn't be done; said nine or
ten months at the soonest; couldn't see
1t any other way. What d Jim do?
Took the contract himself; found a
fellow with new cement and concrete
process; kept men on the job night and
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himself-and, by George! we begin to
use them warehouses next week! -Four
months and half, and every inch fire.
proof tell you Jim's one O. these
fellers that make miracles happen! ]
tell you these young business men I
watch just do my heart good! They
don't set around on the back fence-no,
sir! They're putin their ife-blood in
to 1t, l tell you, and that's why we're
gettin' bigger every minute, and why
they're gettin' bigger, and why it's all
goin' to keep on gettin' biggerr'
He slapped the desk resoundingly
with his open palm, and then, observ-
ing that Bibbs remained in the same
impassive attitude, with his eyes still
fixed upon the ceiling in a contempla-
ton somewhat plaintive, Sheridan was
impelled to groan. "Oh, Lordw he
said. This is the way you always
were. don't believe you understand,
q darn word been sayin'! You don't
look as If you did. BY George! It's dis
coura gingr'
Z don't understand about getting
about getting bigger" said Bibbs,
bringing his gaze down to look at his
father placativsly. II don't see just
why"
.What7" Sheridan leaned forward,
resting his hands upon the desk and
staring across It incredulously at his
son. ~ -.s,,s3~....--
81 II don't understand-exactly-what
you want 1t all bigger for?"
Great Godr' shouted Sheridan, and
struck the desk 4 blow with his
cleached fist. "a son Of mine asks me
that You go out and ask the poorest
day laborer you can find! Ask him
that question:
II did once" Bibbs Interrupted;
when I was in the machine shop. 1T
"Wha'd he say?"
'He said, oh, hellr" answered
Bibbs, mildly.
Yes, I reckon he wouldr' Sheridan
swung away from the desk. II reckon
he certainly would! And I got plenty
sympathy with him right now, myself"
cts the same answer, them" Bibbs'
voice was serious, almost tremulous.
stDamnatonv' Sheridan roared.
"Did you ever hear the word pros
perity, you ninny? Did you ever hear
the word ambition? Did you ever hear
the word progressr -;
He flung himself Into a chair after
the outburst, his big chest surging, his
throat tumultuous with cultural inco-
herences SNOW then" he said, husk-
lily, when the anguish had somewhat
abated, what do you want to do?"
Taken by surprise, Bibbs stammered.
s.What-what do-I-what-"
III I'd let you do exactly what you
had the whim for, what would you
dot"
Bibbs looked startled; then timidity
overwhelmed him-a profound shy
ness. He bent his head and fixed his
lowered eyes upon the toe Of his shoe.
which he moved to and fro upon the
rug, like culprit called to the desk in
school. As.
'.tWhat would you do? Loaf?"
s,No. SIR Bibbs' voice was almost