The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1916-09-14
70 40 Is 70 tell thi, ,o.s to keep fn4

to do Is to tell this SOS to keep "a
family from being made fool OF.
don't want TO see the family just made
use of and twisted around her finger
by somebody that's got no more heart
than so much ice. and Just as sure to
bring troubles in the long run as--as
Edith's mistake IL. Well, then, this Is
the way II Is. I'll just tell you how Il
looks to me and see II 1t don't strike
you the same way"
Within the room. Bibbs, much an
noyed. tapped his ear with his pencil.
He wished they wouldn't stand TALKING
near his door when he was trying to
write. He had Just taken from his
trunk the manuscript OF a poem be-
gun the preceding Sunday afternoon.
and he had some idens he wanted to
fix upon paper before they mnliciously
seized the first opportunity to vanish.
for they were but gossamer. Bibbs
was pleased with the beginnings of his
poem, and II he could carry II through
he meant to dare greatly with lt-he
would venture II upon an editor. For
he had his plan OF life now; his day
would be OF manual labor and think
ing--he could think OF his friend and
| he could think I'm cadences for poems,
TO the crashing of the strong machines
and II his father turned him out OF
home and out of the works. he would
work elsewhere and live elsewhere. His
father had the right. and II mattered
very little to Blbbs-he faced the pros
pect OF a working mans lodging house
without trepidation. He could find a
washstand TO write upon. he thought;
and every evening when he left Mary
he would write little; and he would
write on holidays and on Sundays--on
Sundays In the afternoon. In lodging
house. at least, he wouldn't be inter-
rupted by his slster-ln-aw's choosing
the immediate vicinity of his door for
conversations evidently important to
herself, but merely disturbing to him.
He frowned plalntlvely. wishing he
could think OF one polite way of asking
her to go away. But, as she went on.
he started violently dropping manu-
script and pencil upon the floor
81 don't know whether you heard n.
mother Sheridan" she said, "but this
old Vertrees house, next door, has
been sold on foreclosure and all they
got out OF II was an agreement that
lets 'em live there little longer. Ros.
, coe told me, and he says he heard Mr..
Vertrees has been up and down the
streets more N two years, tryin' to get
3 n Job he could call position and
: couldn't land Il. You heard anything
! about II. mother SheridanT"
"well. did know they been doin'
their own housework a good while
back" said Mrs. Sheridan. "And now
D they're doin' the cookin', too"
d Sibyl sent forth little litter with =
sharp edge. IL hope they find some
T thing to cook She sold her plane
mighty quick after Jim diedp
Blbbs jumped up. He was trembling
from head TO foot and he was dizzy
OF all the real things he could never
& have dreamed In his dream the last
would have been what he heard now
He felt that something incredible was
happening, and that he was powerles'
d to stop 1t. Ii seemed to him that heavy
u blows were falling upon his head ant
upon Mary's; 1t seemed to him that b'
g and Mary were being struck and beat
i EN- physlcally-and that something
hideous impended. He wanted Il
VI shout TO Sibyl to be silent, but he coult
e not; he could only stand. swallowing
y and trembling.
"What think the whole famll,
ought to understand Is Just this" sale
Sibyl. sharply. ''Those people were 81
: hard up that this Miss vertrees start
. ed after Blbbs before they knew