The Ordway new era., 1916-10-13

iv,, mink them men ont there are
waitin' to talk business with dr"uk'
ard? You think you can come TO your
Office and do business drunkf by
! C,oorce, l wonder how often this mas
been happening and me not on to II!
I IN have look over your books tohor'
row, and III
Roscoe stumbled to his feet. laugh
ing wildly, and stood swaying' con-
irving to hold himself In position py
| c,utchlng the back OF the heavy chair
In which he had been sitting.
"Hoo-hoorah! he cried. "'s my
principles. too. BE drunken d" !ou
want to-outside business hours. Don
for Gossake le'n'thing innerfere DUST
ness hours, BusIness!I Thassit! You re
right father. Drink! Die! Levery-
thing go to hell, but don't let inneriere
buslness!'
Sheridan had seized the telephone
upon Roscoe's desk, and was Gaining
his own office, overhead. "Abcrcroih-
bIeP Come down to my son Roscoes
suite and get rid of some gentlemen
| that are waitln' there to see MIN III
room two-fourtecn. You neeun cot'e
in TO let me know they're gone we
don't want to he disturbed. Tell fau-
lev TO call my house and send Claus
( down here with closed car. we may
have TO go out. Tell him 10 huslie'
and call me at Roscoe's room as soon
as the car gets here 'T's air
Roscoe had laughed bitterly through
ont this monoiogue. Drunk in busi-
ness hours! Thass awfl! Musn' DO
such thing, Mus'n' get drunk, musn
gamble, mus'u' kill 'nybody-not In
business hours. All right any other
time. XII 'nybody you want to-s
| long faint in business hours! fihe'
| Mus'n' have any trouble t II inner
| fcre business. Keep your trouble I
home. Don bring it to tn office. Might
inncrfere business, Don't let your
wife inncrfere business! Keep all, all,
all your trouble an your meanncss, an
your trad-your traEcdy-kecp EN- all
for home use. If you got die go on
die I home-tlOn' die round the office!
Might inncrfere business"
| Sheridan picked up newspaper
from RoScoe's desk, and sat down with
| his back TO his son, affecting to read
Roscoe seemed to be unaware of his
fathers significant posture.
You know VIII l think?' he went
on. ~ think Bibbs only one the family
any 'telligence at all. Won work. an
dim get married. Jim worked, an he
/ got killed. l worked, an got mar
ried. Look at me! JUS look at me.
ask you. Fine 'dustrlss young busi-
ness man. Look whass happen to me!
Fine!" He lifted his hand from the
sustaining chair in n deplorable ges-
| ture, and Immediately losing his bal
ance, fell across the chair and car
omed to the floor with a crash, re-
naming PROSTATE for several min
utes during which Sheridan did not
relax his apparent attention to the
newspaper. He did not even look
round at the sound OF Roscoe's fall.
Roscoe slowly climbed to an up
right position, pulling himself up by
| holding to the chair. He was slightly
sobered outwardly, having progressed
/ in the PROSTATE interval to n state of
befuddlement less volatile. He rubbed
| his dazed eyes with the back OF his left
| hand
"what-what you ask me while
ago." he said.
"Nothin'."
Yes, you did. What-what was it?''
"Nothin'. You better sit down"
you ask me what thought about
Lamhorn. You did ask me that. Well,
I won't tell you. l won't say dam
word bout him.
The telephone bell tinkled. Sheridan
placed the receiver to his ear and said.
Right down" Then he got Roscoe's
coat and hat from closet and brought
them to his son. Get into this coat"
he said. You're goin' home"
"All RI" murmured Roscoe, obedi
emily.
They went out into the main hail by
side door. Roscoe walked out OF the
building without lurching. and twenty
minutes later walked into his own
house in the same manner, nkither he
nor his father having spoken word
in the interval.
Sheridan did not go in with him: he
went home, and to his own room with
out meeting any Of his family. But
as he passed Bibbs' door he heard from
within the sound Of a cheerful young
voice humming jubllant fragments of
song:
Who looks the mustang in the eyer .
With a leap from the ground
To the saddle in a bound.
And avay-and away!
Hi-yay!
1t was the first time in Sheridan's
life that he had ever detected any
musical symptom whatever in Bibbs-