The Twin Falls times. [volume] (Twin Falls, Idaho) 1905-1916, 1916-06-06

reckon If people lose things in this
house and expect to get 'em back, they
better get up as soon as | do"
what was it he lost?" asked Edith.
"He knowsw her father returned
Seems to me like / forgot to bring II
home with me. l looked it over
thought probably it was something
pretty important. belongin' to busy
man like him" He affected to search
his pockets. "What did l do with it,
now? Oh yesl Seems to me like re-
member leavin' it down at the office
in the waste basket
"Good place for it," Bibbs MUIR
INJURED, still red.
Sheridan gave him a grin. Perhaps
pretty soon you'll be gettin up early
enough to find things before l dol"
1t was a threat, and Bibbs repeated
the substance of it, later in the eve
ming, to Mary Vertrees-they had come
to know each other that well
my times here at last" he said, as
they sat together in the melancholy gas
light of the room which had been de-
nuded of its piano. But the gas light,
though from single jet, shed no
melancholy upon Bibbs, nor could any
room seem bare that knew the glow
ing presence Of Mary. He spoke
lightly, not sadly.
Eyes, it's come. I've shirked and
put it off. but l can't shirk and put off
any longer. It's really my part to go
to him-at least it would save my face.
He means what he says, and the times
come to serve my sentence, Hard labor
for life, l think"
Mary shook her head. 81 don't think
So He's too kind
"You think my fathers kind?" And
Bibbs stared at her.
"Yes. I'm sure of 1t. I've felt that
he has a great, brave heart. It's only
that he has to be kind in his own way
because he can't understand any
other way"
"Ah yes" said Bibbs "If that's
what you mean by 'kind'v'
She looked at him gravely, earnest
concern in her friendly eyes. ITS 60
ing to be pretty hard for you, isn't it?'
"Oh-self-pityr he returned, smiling.
"This has been just the last flicker Of
revolt Nobody minds work If he
likes the kind of work. There'd be no
loafers In the world If each man found
the thing that he could do best but the
only work 1 happen to want to do Is
useless-so I have to give it up. To
morrow I'll be a day laborer."
"What is 1t like-exactly
at wasn't muscularly exhausting-
not at ALL They couldn't give me a
heavier job because l wasn't good
enough"
but what will you do? l want to
know"
when 1 left" said Bibbs, 81 was
on what they call over there a clip
ping machine and that's what I'll be
sent back to. It's very simple and
very easy. I feed long strips Of zin'
into a pair of steel jaws, and the jaws
bite the zinc into little circles. An(
yet l was very bad hand at it,"
He had kept his voice cheerful as h,
spoke, but he had grown a shad,
paler, and there was a latent anguish
deep in his eyes. He may have know
it and wished her not to see 1t, for b
turned away.
you do that all day long," she eS
claimed. mo wonder" She brok
off, and then, after keen glance at hi
face, she said 81 should think 20
would have been bad hand at it,"
He laughed ruefully. 81 think 1t
the noise, though I'm ashamed to ga
> it. You see, it's very powerful ms
chine, and there's sort of rhythmici
, crashing-a crash every time the Jaw
bite off a circle"
T How often is that?"
D "The thing should make about sixt.
D eight disks a minute-a little mol
than one a second"
o "And you're close to it?"
e "Oh, the workman has to sit in 1
S lap" he said, turning to her mo-
). gayly. "The others don't mind. YC
d see, it's something wrong with me.
r. have an idiotic way of finching fro
e the COMPOUNDED thing-I finch al
|. duck a little every time the cra'
u comes, and 1 couldn't get over it.
was a treat to the other workmen
-" that room; they'll be glad to see 4