Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1916-09-28
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"She locked the door" said Mrs.
Sheridan, shaking her head woefuIlv.
"She wouldn't even answer me. They
wasn't sound from her room. =
We'll" said her husband. "she car
settle her mind to It. She never
speaks to that fellow again. and IL he
tries to telephone her tomorrow
Here! You tel the help If he calls I'D
to ring off and say it's my orders. No.
you needn't. I'll tell 'em myself"
Better not said Bibbs. gently.
His father glared at him.
Its no good" said Bibbs. Mother.
when you were in love with father"
MY g0odnessr' she cried. you
amt a-goin', to compare your father
! 10 that
Edith feels about him just what
| you did about father" said Bibbs.
Sand If your father had told you"
Il won. listen to such silly talkp'
| she declared, angrily.
| 80 you're handin' out your advice
are you, Bibbs?" said Sheridan. 'sWhat
is it,"
! ''Let her see him all she wants"
You're "a" Sheridan gave 1t I'D
Il don't know what to call you"
LET her see him all she wants"
Blbbs repeated, thoughtfully. You're
up against something too strong for
| you. If Edith were d weakling you'd
have chance this way, but she isn't.
She's got lot Of your determination,
father, and with what's going on in
side of her she'll beat you. You can't
keep her from seeing. him, as long as
she feels about him the way she does
now. You can't make her think less
| OF him, either. Nobody can. Your
only chance is that she'll do it herself
and if, you give her time and go easy
she probably will Marriage would
do it for her quickest, but that's lust
what you don't want, and as you don't
Eant 1t, you'd better"
II can't stand any morew Sheridan
burst out. Of it's come to Bibbs ad-
Visin' me how to run this house I bet
ter resign. Mamma, where's that mig
ger George? Maybe he's got some plan
how | better manage my family.
Bibbs, for Gods sake go and lay down!
Let her see him all she wantsr Oh,
Lord! Here's wisdom; here's"
"Bibbs," said Mrs. Sheridan, 'if you
haven't got anything to do, you might
step over and take Sibyrs wraps
home-she left 'em in the hall. | don't
think you seem to quiet your poor IA
tner very much just now"
Gail right" And Bibbs bore Sfbyrs
wraps across the street and delivered
them to Roscoe, who met him at the
door. Bibbs said only, Forgot these"
and, Good night, Roscoe" cordially
and cheerfully, and returned to the
new house. His mother and father
were still talking in the library, but
with discretion he passed rapidly on
and upward to his own room, and there
he proceeded to write in his notebook.
There seems to be another curious thing
about love Gibbs wrote). Love Is blind
while it lives and only opens it's eyes and
becomes very wide awake when it dies.
Let 1t alone until then.
You cannot reason with love or with
any other passion. The wise will not wish
for love-nor for ambition. These are pas
siOns and bring others in their train
hatreds and jealousies-all blind Friend
ship and quiet heart for the wise.
What a turbulence is love! 1t is dan
gerous for a blind thing to be turbulent;
there are precipices in life. One would not
cross a mountain-pass with thick cloth
over his eyes. Lovers do. Friendship
walks gently and with open eyes
To walk to church with a friend! To
sit beside her there! To rise when she
rises and to touch with ones thumb and
fingers the other half of the hymn book
that she holds! What lover. with his
fierce ways, could know this transcendent
happiness?
Friendship brings everything that heav-
en- could bring. There Is no labor that
cannot become living rapture If you
know that a friend is thinking of you as
you labor. So you sing at your work. For
the work is part of the thoughts Of your
friend; you love 1t!
Love is demanding and claiming and in
sistent. Friendship is all kindness-it
makes the world glorious with kindness.
What color you see when you walk with
a friend! You see that the gray sky is
brilliant and shimmering; you see that
the smoke has warm browns and Is mar
velously sculptured-the air becomes iri-
descent. You see the gold in brown hair
Light floods everything.
When you walk to church with a friend
you know that life can give you nothing
richer. You pray that there will be no
-naIIse AWNING rn~@vHT
This theory is satisfactory except that
1t does not account for the absence OF the
muff. All, we'll, there must always be a
mystery somewhere! Mystery is part Of
enchantment.
Manual labor is best Your heart can
sing and your mind can dream while your
hands are working. You could not have
singing heart and a dreaming mind all
day If you had to scheme out dollars or
II you had to add columns of figures
Those things take your attention. You
cannot be thinking of your friend while
you write letters beginning, yours of the
18th inst. received and contents duly
noted" But to work with your hands a.!
day, thinking and singing, and then, at
ter ntghtfall, to hear the ineffable kind
ness of your friends greeting-aIways
therefor youi Who would wake from
such a dream as this?
Dawn and the sea-music in moonlit
gardens-nightingale serenading through
almond groves in bIoom-what could bring
such things into the citys turmoil? Yet
they are here, and roses blossom in the
SCOT. That is what it means not to be
alone! That is what a friend gives you.
CHAPTER xxi.