The herald-advance. (Milbank, S.D.) 1890-1922, 1916-08-04

There camo a chime Of bells from a
clock in another part of the house, and
white-iacket appeared beamingly in
the doorway, bearing furs. "Awready,
Mist Bibbs," he announced. you
ma say wrap up wawm f. you ride,
an she cain go with you today. an not
fight 60 see you pa at TO CLOCK. Aw
, ready, sub"
He equipped Bibbs for the daily
drive Doctor Quincy had commanded;
and in the manner OF master Of cere-
monies u~nctuously led the way. In the
hall they passed the Moor, and Bibbs
paused before 1t while w~hitejacket
opened the door with a flourish and
waved condescendingly to the chauf-
feur In the car which stood waiting in
the driveway.
1T seems to me I asked you what
you thought about this statue when I
hrst came home, George said Dibbs,
thoughtfully. what did you tell me p
"Yessuh!" George chuckled, per-
fectly understanding that for some un-
known reason Bibbs enjoyed hearing
him repeat his opinion Of the Moor.
you asst me when you frs come home,
an you asst me mex day, an mighty
near ev'y day all time You been here:
an las Sunday you asst me twicet.' He
shook his head solemnly. Look to me
mus be somep'm mighty lamidal bout
at statue.".
"Mighty what?"
mighty lamidalr' George burst out
laughing. what dc mt word mesa.
Mist Bibbs?'
Its exactly the word for the
statue" said Bibbs. with conviction, as
he climbed into the car. "It's a lami-
dial statue.'
"Hiyiv' George exulted. "Man! Man,
Listen! Well, sub, she mighty lamidal
statue, but lamidal statue heap O. trou-
BILE to dus'!"
Il expect she is!' said Bibbs, as the
engine began to churn; and a moment
later he was swept from sight.
George turned to Mist Jackson, who
had been listening benevolcntly in the
hallway. "Same he anyways ~, Mist
Jackson-'I expec' she Is! Ev'y day
he try t git mo talk bout at lamidal
statue. an anyways, las thing he say,
I expec' she Is. You know, Mist
Jackson, II he git well, at young man
go be pride O. the family, Mist Jack
son. Yes sub. right now l pick i'm 70
frs money!
Look out with all at money,
GEORGE Jackson wamed the enthusi-
asst. "White folks n is house know
i'm heap longer N you. You the on'y
man bettin' on 'im!'
4 risk it" cried George, merrily. IT
put her oil on now-ev'y cent! At
boys go be flower O. the flockv
This singular prophecy. founded
somewhat recklessly upon gratitude
for the meaning OF "lamidal," differed
radically from another prediction con-
corning Bibbs, set forth for the benefit
or a fair auditor sone twenty minutes
later. Jim Sheridan. skirtiDg the edges
OF the town with Mary Vertrees beside
him, IN his own swift machine, encoun-
tered the invalid upon the highroad.
The W cars were going in opposite dl.
rections, and the occupants OF Jim's
had only a swaying glimpse Of Bibbs
sitting alone on the back seat-his
white face s%tartlingly white against
cap and collar Of black fur-but he
flashed into recognition US Mary bowed
to him.
Jim waved his left hand ~carelessly.
Its Bjbbs, taking his constitutional"
he explained.
Yes, know" said Mary. II bowed
to him, too, though I've never met him.
In fact, I've only seer him once-no,
twice. ! hope he won't think I'm very
bold. bowling to him"
Il doubt II 10 noticed It," said hon.
est Jim.
"Oh, OH" she cried.
"What's the trOuble? p
In almost sure people notice It
when / bow to them"
"Oh, ! see" said Jim. "Of course
they would ordinarily, but Blbbs 10
funny"
rs he? How" she asked. HE
strikes me as anything but funny.
swell, I'm his brother" Jim said.
deprecatingly, 'but l don't know what
hes like, and, to tell the truth, rye
never felt exactly like l was his broth
er, the way | do Roscoe. Nobody could
ever get him to do anything; you can't
get him to do anything now. He never
had any life in him; and honestly. IL
be ID my brother, l must say / believe
Bibbs Sheridan II the LATEST man God
ever made! / hate to say II, but Bibbs
Sheridan II never amount to anything
~ long 40 he lives"
Mary looked thoughtful. rs there
any particular reason why he should? p
- asked.
A0ood gracious" hs exclaimed. You
Don't NEAR that do you? Don't ron
eelteso In . mans knowing how to
3a33 - san. no matter how much
lnShey hts nhther's got1 HASN'T the
nnslncee Of tAls worl1 got to be carried
~ everybody n ~ Are We going
lay bark a what we've got and zee
1)of fellowe ct ahead OF us? II we've
~ btg things already. Isn't Il spstg