Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1916-09-22
"a broker-Fansmith."

"WeIl, he must "a got it from one o.
the crowd o. poor ninnies that was
soaked with it. Don't you know who
owned it?"
Eyes, / do"
"Ain't sayinf. though? That it?
What's the matter?
ct belonged to Mr.. vertrees," said
Bibbs, shortly, applying himself to his
desk.
''So!" Sheridan gazed down at his
sons thin face Excuse me,'' he said.
'sYour business" And he went back
to his own room. But presently he
looked in again.
/ 81 reckon you won't mind lunchin'
alone today"-he was shutting himself
/ into his overcoat-"because 1 just
thought I'd go up to the house and
get this over with mamma" He
glanced alphabetically toward his
right hand as it emerged from the
sleeve Of the overcoat The bandages
had been removed, finally, that morn
ing, revealing but three fingers-the
forefnger and the next to it had been
amputated. "She's bound to make an
awful fuss, and it better spoil her
lunch than her dinner. I'll be back
about two"
But he calculated the time of his ar
rival at the new house so accurately
that Mrs. Sheridan's lunch was not dis
turbed, and she was rising from the
lonely table when he came into the
dining room. He had left his overcoat
in the hall, but he kept his hands in
his trousers pockets.
'What's the matter, papaY' she
asked, quickly. "Has anything gone
/ wrong? You amt sick?"
''Mey' He laughed loudly. me
sick?'
"You had lunch?''
didn't want any today. You can
give me a cup o. coffee, though"
She rang, and told George to have
coffee made, and when he had with
drawn she said ENORMOUSLY, 81 just
know there's something wrong
"Nothin' in the world" he respond
4 ed, heartily, taking a seat at the head
of the table. 81 thought I'd talk over
notion O. mine with you. that's all.
It's more women-folks' business than
what it is mans, anyhow"
what about"
''Why, ole Doc Quincy was up at the
Office this morning awhile"
ITO look at your hand? How's he
say it's doin'?'
Zine! Well, he went in and sat
L
Mrs. Sheridan nodded pessimistically
81 guess it's time you had him, too. I
knew Bibbs-''
Nov, mamma, hold your horses! I
wanted him to look Bibbs over before
anything's the matter. You don't sup
pose Pm goin' to take any chances
with Bibbs, do you? Well, afterwards,
| shut the door, and I an ole Quincy
had talk. He's mighty disagreeable
man; he rubbed it in on me what he
| said about Bibbs havin' brains if he
ever woke up. Then thought he must
want to get something out o. me, he
got SO f1attering--for a minute! sBibbs
couldn't help havin' business brains,
he says, 'bein' your son. Don't be sur
prised,' he says-'dpn't be surprised at
/ his maxim a success he says. He
| couldn't get over his heredity; he
| couldn't help bein' a business success
once you got him into it. It's in his
blood. Yes, SIR he says, it doesn't
need much brains,' he says, AN only
third-rate brains, at that he says, but
it does need a special kind o. brains,
he says, TO be millionaire. I mean,'
| he says, when a mans given start.
If nobody gives him start, why,
course he's got to have luck and the
right kind o. brains. The only mir
acle about Bibbs,' he says, is where he
got the other kind o. brains-the brains
you made him quit usin' and throw
away
'But what ID he say about his
health?'' Mrs. Sheridan demanded, i'm
patiently, as George placed a cup of
coffee before her husband. Sheridan
helped himself to cream and sugar,
and began to sip the coffee.
''I'm comm to that" he returned,
placidly. 'See how easy manage this
cup with my left hand. mamma?'
''You been DOM that all winter.
What did
''Its wonderful" he interrupted, adj
miringly, "what fellow can do with
his left hand. I can sign my name
with mine now, wells ever could
with my right. It came little hard
at first, but now, honest, believe I
rather sign with my left. That's all
1 ever have to write, anyway-just
the signature. Rests all dictatin'"
He blew across the top Of the cup
unctuously. "Good coffee, mammal
Well, about Bibbs. Ole Quincy says
he believes If Bibbs could somehow
get back to the state o. mind he was
in about the machine shop-that is, if
he could some way get to feelin' about
business the way he felt about the
shop-not the poetry and writin' part,
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