Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1916-09-28

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reckon if people lose things IN this
house and expect to get 'em back, they
better get up as soon as 1 do"
What was it he lost?" asked Edith.
He knowsr' her father returned.
Seems to me like forgot to bring it
home with me. I looked 1t over
thought probably it was something
pretty important, belongin' to a busy
man like him. He affected to search
his pockets. What did l do with it,
now? Oh yes! Seems to me like re-
member leavin' 1t down at the office
In the waste basket.
Good place for it." Bibbs MUIR
INJURED, still red.
Sheridan gave him grin. perhaps
pretty soon you'll be gettin' up early
enough to find things before do!'
1t was a threat. and B1bbs repeated
the substance Of 1t, later In the eve
ming, to Mary yertrees-they had come
to know each other that well.
MY times here at last" ne said, as
they sat together in the melancholy gas
light of the room which had been de-
nuded of It's piano. But the gas light,
though from a single jet, shed no
melancholy upon Btbbs, nor could any
room seem bare that knew the glow
ing presence Of Mary. He spoke
lightly, not sadly.
Eyes, it's come. I've shirked and
put it off, but l can't shirk and put off
any longer. It's really my part to go
to him-at least it would save my face.
He means what he says, and the times
for life, I think"
Mary shook her head. 81 don't think
so. He's too kind"
you think my fathers kind?" And
Bibbs stared at her.
Eyes. I'm sure Of 1t. I've felt that
he has a great, brave heart. It's only
that he has to be kind In his own way
because he can't understand any
other way"
''Ah yes" said Bibbs. "If that's
what you mean by 'kind'w
She looked at him gravely, earnest
concern in her friendly eyes. Its go
ing to be pretty hard for you, isn't it ?"
"Oh-self-pity" he returned, smiling
"This has been just the last flicker Of
revolt. Nobody minds work If he
likes the kind OF work. There'd be no
loafers in the world If each man found
the thing that he could do best; but the
only work | happen to want to do Is
useless-so l have to give 1t up. To
morrow Eli be day 1aborers"
"What Is it like-exactlyW
at wasn't muscularly exhaustfng-
not at all. They couldn't give me a
heavier job because l wasn't good
enough"
But what will you do? want to
know"
when I left" said Bibbs, ST was
on what they call over there a clip
ping machine and that's what I'll be
sent back to. It's very simple and
very easy. l feed long strips Of zinc
into pair of steel jaws, and the jaws
bite the zinc into little circles. And
yet l was very bad hand at it,
He had kept his voice cheerful as he
SpchS, put 1C llo SAO"h d SHduG
paler, and there was a latent anguish
deep in his eyes. He may have known
it and wished her not to see 1t, for he
turned away.
you do that all day longw she ex-
claimed. "NO wonder" She broke
off, and then, after a keen glance at his
face, she said: 81 should think you
would have been bad hand at it'v'
He laughed ruefully. II think it's
the noise, though I'm ashamed to say
1t. You see, it's very powerful ma
chine, and there's a sort of rhythmical
crashtng-a crash every time the jaws
bite off a circle"
How often Is that?"
'The thing should make about sixty
eight disks a minute-a little more
than one a second"
"And you're close to ftp"
sob, the workman has to sit in its
lap" he said, turning to her more
gayly. ''The others don't mind. You
see, it's something wrong with me. 1
have an tdiottc way OF fiinching from
the COMPOUNDED thing-I finch and
duck a little every time the crash
comes, and 1 couldn't get over 1t.
was a treat to the other workmen in
that room. they'll he Glad fo s~A ma