Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1916-04-11
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TURMOIL
A Novel BY
BOOTH DARLINGTON
Author of
Monsieur Beaucaire," 1.-THE
Conquest of Canaan"
| "Penrod," etc.
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He stepped forward, profoundly
grave. II be through with this man
in the chair one minute, Mist Sheri-
dan," he said, In hushed voice. Eyes
subj" And of solemn negro youth
who stood by, gazing stupidity, "You
goin' resign?" he demanded in fierce
undertone. you goin' take Mist
Sheridan's coat?" He sent an angry
look round the shop, and the BARRIERS,
taking his meaning, averted their eyes
and fell to work, the murnur Of sub
dued conversation buzzing from chair
to chair. y" -
"You sit down one minute, Mist
Sheridan" said the head barber gen.
tly. II fix nice chair TO- you to wait
in"
"Never mind" said Sheridan. go
on get through with your man."
"Yessuh." And he went quickly
back to his chair on tiptoe, followed
by sheridan's puzzled gaze. a.
Something had gone wrong in the
shop, evidently. Sheridan did not
know what to make of it. Ordinarily
he would have shouted hilarious de-
mand for the meaning Of the mystery,
but an inexplicable silence had been
imposed upon him by the hush that
fell upon his entrance and by the odd
look every man in the shop had bent
upon him.
Vaguely disquieted, he walked to
one of the seats in the rear Of the shop
and looked down the two lines Of bar
bers, catching quickly shifted, furtive
glances here and there. He made this
brief survey after wondering if one Of
the BARRIERS had died suddenly, that
day, or the night before; but there was
no vacancy in either line
The seat next to his was unoccupied,
but someone had left a copy of the
extra" there, and, frowning, he
picked it up and glanced at 1t. The
first Of the swollen display lines had
little meaning to him:
Fatally faulty. New process roof COL
lapses hurting capitalist to death with In
ventor. Seven escape when crash comes.
Death claims-h%f
Thus far had he read when thin
hand fell upon the paper, covering the
print from his eyes, and, looking up,
he saw Bibbs standing before him,
pale and gentle, UNNECESSARILY COM
passionate.
"Tve come for you, father" said
Bibbs. Here's the boy with your coat
and hat Put them on and come
home" .no1t ymi7''' - ~
| And even then Sheridan did not IN
derstand.> SO secure was he in the
strength and bigness of everything
that was his, he did not know what ca
lamity had hefallen him. But he was
frightened.
Without word, he followed Bibbs
heavily out through the still shop, but
as they reached the pavement he
stopped short, and, grasping his sons
sleeve with shaking fingers, swung
him round so that they stood face to
face.
"What-what-" His mouth could
not do him the service he asked Of it,
he was so frightened.
"Extry!" screamed newsboy
straight in his face. young North
side millionaire insuntly killed! Ex-
try!' .........
"Not-Jim!" said Sheridan.
| Bibbs caught his fathers hand in his
own. $685.. s..
"And you come to tell me that?"
Sheridan did not know what he said.
But in those first words and in the
frst anguish Of the big, stricken face
Bibbs understood the unuttered cry of
accusation: -.'...=
| "Why wasn't it your