The Twin Falls times. [volume] (Twin Falls, Idaho) 1905-1916, 1916-07-13


the crowd O. poor ninnies that was
soaked with it. Don't you know who
owned it?''
Eyes. I do"
"Ain't sayin', though? That it?
What's the matter?"
ut belonged to Mr.. Vertrees," said
Bibbs, shortly, applying himself to his
desk.
"Sol" Sheridan gazed down at his
sons thin face. Excuse me-" he said.
Your business" And he went back
to his own room. But presently he
looked in again.
Il reckon you won't mind lunchin'
alone today"-he was shutting himself
into his overcoat-"because | 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 fngers-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.
whats the matter, papa?" she
asked, quickly. Has anything gone
wrong? You amt sick?"
"Mew 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, Il just
know there's something wrong"
'Nothin' in the world" he respond
ed. heartily, taking a seat at the head
of the table. Il 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 aboutY
"Why, ole Doc Quincy was up at the
Office this morning awhile"
ITO look at your hand? How's he
say it's doin'?"
''Fine Well, he went in and sal
around with Blbbs awhile
Mrs. Sheridan nodded pessimistically
81 guess it's time you had him, too.
knew Bibbs-"
Now, mamma, hold your horsesl
wanted him to look Bibbs over before
anything's the matter. You don't sup
pose I'm goin' to take any chance
with Bibbs, do you? Well, afterwards
l shut the door. and l an ole Gurne,
had a. talk. He's a mighty disagreeabl
man. he rubbed it in on me what b
said about Bibbs havin' brains if b
ever woke up. Then l thought he mus
want to get something out O. me, b
got so flattering-for a minute! Bib
couldn't help havin' business brains
he says 'bein' your son. Don't be SUI
prised,' he says-dont be surprised q
his maxim a success. he says. H
couldn't get over his heredity; b
couldn't help bein' business success
once you got him into it. It's in hi
blood Yes, sir he says, 1T doesn
need much brains,' he says, AN onl
| third-rate brains, at that he says, blu
| it does need a special kind O. brains
he says. to be millionaire. l mean
| he says, when a mans given star
If nobody gives him a start, VIII.
4 course he's got to have luck and tn
right kind O. brains. The only mi
acle about Bibbs,' he says, is where /
! got the other kind O. brains-the braiI
4 you made him quit usin' and thro'
| away"
J But what d he say about h
i health?' Mrs. Sheridan demanded, in
patiently, as George placed a cup
| coffee before her husband. Sherida
| helped himself to cream and suga
| and began to sip the coffee.
"rm comm to that" he returne
placidly. "See how easy manage tn
cup with my left hand. mammal"
" "You been doin' that all winte
What did"
Its wonderful" he interrupted, a
. miringly what fellow can do wi
!, his left hand. l can sign my nan
= with mine now, wells l ever cou
- with my right. II came g. little hai
= at first but now, honest, believe
= rather sign with my left. That's
ever have to write, anyway-ju
!. the signature. Rests all dictatin
- He blew across the top Of the CT
a unctuously. Good coffee, MANN
~ Well, about Bibbs. Ole Quincy sa
- he believes if Bibbs could someho
- get back to the state O. mind he W
in about the machine shop-that is,
he could some way get to feelin' abo
~ business the way he felt about t
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