The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1916-08-24

yes" said Sheridan, sternly; chats
his side Of It! That'll dol He doesn't
come in this house again.
"You look outr' Edith cried.
"Yes, I'll look out! I'd "a told you
today he wasn't TO be allowed on the
premises, but | had other things In my
mind. had Abercromble look up this
young man privately, and he's no
count. He's 30 count on earth! He's
| no good! He's nothln'l But IL wouldn't
matter II he was George Washington
after what's happened and what I've
heard tonightr'
"But, papa" Mrs Sheridan began
'lf Edle says II was ali Sibyrs fault
maxim up TO him, and he never encour-
aged her much, nor"
as enoughr' he roared. "He keeps
or these premises! And II any OF you
so much as ever speak his name TO me
again"
But Edith screamed, clapping her
hands over her ears to shut out the
| sound of his voice, and ran upstairs
sobblnE loudly, followed by her mother.
However, Mrs. Sheridan descended n
few minutes later and Joined her hus-
hand in the library. Bibbs, still sit
ting In his gold chair. saw her pass
reused himself from reverie, and
strolled in after her.
"She locked the door" said Mrs.
Sheridan, shaking her head woefully
"She wouldn't even answer me. They
| wasn't a sound from her room"
well" said her husband, "she can
settle her mind to it. She never
speaks to that fellow again. and II he
tries to telephone her tomorrow
Here! You tell the help II he calls up
to ring Off and say it's my orders. No,
you needn't. I'll tell 'em myself"
Better not" said Bibbs, gently.
His father glared at him.
"It's no good" said Bibbs. "NIother,
when you were in love with father"
my goodness she cried. "You
Amt a-goln' to compare your father
TO that"
Edith feels about him just what
you did about father" said Bibbs.
"And II your father had told you"
81 won't listen to such silly talkw
she declared, angrily.
$50 you're handin' out your advice,
are you, Bibbs?' said Sheridan. "What
is it2'
Let her see him all she wants"
you're "a" Sheridan gave II up.
II don't know what to call you"
LET her see him all she wants"
Bibbs repeated, thoughtfully. you're
up against something too strong for
you. If Edith were a weakling you'd
have a chance this way. but she isn't.
She's got a lot of your determination,
| father, anc with what's going on in
side of her she'll beat you. You can't
keep her from seeing him, as long as
she feels about him the way she does
now. You can't make her think less
OF him, either. Nobody can. Your
only chance is that she'll do 1t herself.
and II you give her time and go easy
she probably will. Marriage would
do It for her quickest, but that's Just
what you don't want, and as you don't
want 1t, you'd better"
'I can't stand any morew Sheridan
burst out. "If it's come to Blbbs ad-
yisin' me how to run this house bet
ter resign. Mamma, where's that mig
ger George? Maybe he's got some plan
how l better manage my family.
Blbbs, for Gods sake go and lay down!
Let her see him all she wantsv Oh,
Lordl Here's wisdom; here's"
"Bibbs," said Mrs. Sheridan, 'if you
haven't got anything TO do, you might
step over and take Slbyl's wraps
home-she left 'em in the hall. don't
think you seem to quiet your poor fa-
ther very much just now"
"All right" And Bibbs bore Sibyrs
wraps across the street and delivered
them to Roscoe, who met him ut the
door. Bibbs said only, "Forgot these"
and, Good night, Roscoe" cordially
and cheerfully, and returned to the
new house. His mother and father
were still talking In the library, but
with discretion he passed rapidly on
and upward to his own room. and there
he proceeded to write In his notebook.
| There seems to be another curious thing
| about love Gibbs wrote). Love is blind
| Whlle IL HNeS ana only opens its eyes anu
becomes very wide awake when II dies.
| Let II alone until then.
You cannot reason with love or with
any other passion. The wise will not wish
for love-nor for ambition. These are pas
| sions and bring others in their train
| hatreds and jealousies-all blind. Friend
| ship and quiet heart for the wise.
| What a turbulence is Lowell IL Is dan
gerous for a blind thing to be turbulent;
| there are preciplces in life. One would not
| cross a mountain-pass with thick cloth
| over his eyes. Lovers do Friendship
| walks gently and with open eyes.
| To walk to church with friendl To
| sit beside her therel To rise when she
! rises, and TO touch with ones thumb and
fingers the other half OF the hymn book
| that she holds! What lover. with his
fierce ways. could know this transcendent
| happiness?
Friendship brings everything that heav-
| EN- could bring. There Is no labor that
| cannot become living rapture II you
know that friend is thinking OF you as
you labor. So you sing at your work. For
| the work is part of the thoughts OF your
| friend; so you love I'll