Bismarck daily tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, Dakota [N.D.]) 1881-1916, 1916-05-28

reckon IL people lose things IN rnla
house and expect to get 'em back, they
better get upsas soon as l do"
what was it he lOst?" asked Edith.
.'He knows!" her father. returned,
"Seems to me like forgot to bring II
home with me. I looked 1t over
thought probably it was something
pretty important, belongin' to a busy
man like him" He affected to search
his pockets. what did do with It,
now? Oh yes! Seems to me like | re.
member leavin' 1t down at the office
In the waste basket.
"Good place for It," Bibbs muir.
INJURED, still red. a:
Sheridan gave him a grin. Perhaps
pretty soon you'll be gettin' up early
enough to find things before I dol"
1t was threat. and Bibbs repeated
the substance Of 1t, later in the eve
ming. to Mary Yertrees- they had come
to know each other that we'll.
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 it's 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 of. but can't shirk and put of
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, think"
Mary shook her head. II don't think
so. He's too kind"
"You think my fathers kinda" And
Bibbs stared at her.
Eyes. I'm sure of it. I've felt that
he has 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. III that's
what you mean by 'kind'!"
She looked at him gravely, earnest
concern in her friendly eyes. "It's 60
ing to be pretty hard for you, isn't it" :
"Oh-self-pity" he returned, smiling.
''rhis 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 l happen. to want to do is
useless-so have. to give it up. To
morrow I'll be day laborer."
"What is it like-exactly?"
1T wasn't muscularly exhausting-
not at all. They couldn't give, me, a
heavier job because I wasn't good
enough" s h.
''But what will you do? I want to
know. ,,a. x.s..j.i.s b .aa..
when left" said Bibbs, II, 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. l feed long strips of zinc
into pair Of steel jaws, and the jaws
bite the zinc into little circles. And
yet was a very bad hand at it.
He had kept, his voice cheerful as he
spoke, but he. had grown a. shade
'paler, and there was latent anguish
deep in his eyes. He may have known.
itrands wished, her not to see it, for he
turned away. s
'You do that all day long" she cx:
claimed. "No wonder She broke
of. and then, after a keen glance at his
face, she said: II should think you
would have been bad hand at it'v
He laughed ruefully. II think it's
the noise, though I'm ashamedzto say
it. You see, it's a very powerful ma
chine, and there's sort Of rhythmical
crashing-a crash every time the jaws
bite off a circle"
How often is that?" ,4 :
THE thing should make about sixty.
eight disks a minute-a little more
than one second"
"And you're close to it,"
"Oh, the workman has to sit in it,
lap" he said, turning to her. more
gayly. 1.-THE others don't mind, You
see, it's something wrong with me. /
have an: idiotic way. of flinchingr from
the COMPOUNDED thing-I finch and
duck a little every time the crash
comes, and l couldn't get over it. l
was treat to the other workmen in
that room; they'll be glad to see me