Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1916-04-04
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TURMOIL
"A Novel By
BOOTH HARRINGTON
. Author of
"Monsieur Beaucaire," The
Conquest of Canaan,
"Penrod," etc.

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Mary looked thoughtful. us there
any particular reason why he should p
she asked.
Good graciousv he exclaimed. "You
don't mean that, do you? Don't you
believe in mans knowing how to
earn his salt, no matter how much
money his fathers got? Hasn't the
business Of this world got to be carried
on by everybody in it? Are we going
to lay back on what we've got and see
other fellows get ahead of us? II we've
got big things already, isn't it every
mans business to go ahead and make
'em bigger? Isn't it his duty? Don't
we always want to get bigger and big
ger?'' a..
"Ye-es-I don't know. But I fee
rather sorry for your brother. He
looked so lonely-and sick"
...He's gettin' better every day." Jim
said. Doctor Quincy says so. There's
luC AdllCA WIN hAhA
really-it's nine-tenths imaginary
Nerves! People that are willing tc
be busy don't have nervous diseases
because they don't have time to imag
inc EN-"
"You mean his trouble is really men
tall"
"Oh, he's not lunatic," said Jim
Hes just queer. Sometimes he'll say
something right bright, but half the
time what he says is way off the sub
ject, or else there isn't any sense to II
at all. For instance, the other day
heard him talkin' to one Of the darkies
in the hall. The darby asked him what
time he wanted the car for his drive
and anybody else in the world would
have just said what time they did
want it, and that would have been al
there was to it; but here's what Bibbs
says, and I heard him with my OWL
ears. What time do 1 want the car?
he says. We'll, now, that depends
that depends he says. He talks slow
like that, you know. III tell you what
time 1 want the car, George he says
If, you'll tell me what you think of this
statue! That's exactly his words
Asked the darby what he thought OF
that Arab Edith and mother bought fol
the hall!'
Mary pondered upon this. "He might
have been in fun, perhaps" she sug
gested.
''Askin' a darky what he thought OF
a piece of statuary-of work of art
Where on earth would be the fun OF
that? No, you're just kind-hearted-
and that's the way you ought to be, OF
course go
THANK you, Mr.: sheridanv' sh,
laughed. ''''-
"See here!"' he cried. isn't there
any way for us to get over this Mister
and Miss thing? A months got thirty
one days in it; I've managed to be with
you part of. pretty near all the thirty
one, and I think you know how feel
by this time"
She looked panic-stricken immedi
ately. "Oh no." she protested, quickly
mo, don't, and -
Eyes. you4 do" he said. and his
voice shook little. you couldn't help
knowing"
"But dor! she denied, hurriedly. 81
do help knowing. mean Oh, watt!
"What for? You do know how
feel, and you-well, you've certainly
wanted me to feel that way-or else
pretended"
"Now, noww she lamented. "You're
spelling such a cheerful afternoon
"'Spoiling' itv' He slowed down the
car and turned his face to her squarely
"See here, Miss Vertrees, haven't you
"Stop! Stop, the car a minute" And
when he had complied she faced him
as squarely as he evidently desired
her to face him. 'Listen. don't
want you to 60 on, today"
'Why not?" he asked, sharply.
II don't know"
"You mean it's just whim?''
II don't know" she repeated. Her
voice was low and troubled and hon
est, and she kept her clear eyes upon
his. n,
Twill you tell me something's
"Almost anything" IS
"Have you ever told any man you
loved him?"
And at that, though she laughed, she
looked little contemptuous. mo, ~
she said. "And I don't think ever
shall tell any man that-or ever know
what it means. I'm in earnest, Mr..
Sheridan" -<
"Then you-you've just been flirting
with metz Poor Jim looked both furi-
GUS and crestfallen.
mot one bitl' she cried. mot one
word! Not one syllable! I've meant
every single thing!'
"I don't" -..
"Of course you don't!' she said.
"Now. Mr.. Sheridan. | want you to
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