The herald-advance. (Milbank, S.D.) 1890-1922, 1916-09-08

You rnink tnem men ou the~ ~
waitin' to talk business with a drunk
ard? Yoa think you can cOaseSto your
Office and do business 1SUnk?
George. | wonder how often this ~
been happening and me not on to III
I'll have a look over your books tonosA
row. and III
Roscoe stumbled to ths ft, laugh
ing wildly. and stood swaying. con
irving to hold himself in position by
clutching the back of the heavy chair
in which he had been sitting.
"Hoo-hoorah." he cried. IS my
! principles. too. BE drunken al you
want to-outside business hours. Don
for Gossake le'n'thing innerfere bust
ness hours, Business.. Thassit. You're
right, father. Drink! Die. L'every-
thing 20 to hell. but don't let innerfere
buSiness!"
Sheridan had seized the telephone
upon Roscoe's desk, and was calling
his own office, overhead. "Abercrom-
bic? Come down to my son Roscoes
suite and get rid of some gentlemen
that are waitin' there to see him in
room ~two-fourteen. You needn't come
in to let NE know they're gone: we
don't want to b. disturbed. Tell Pau
ley to call my house and send Claus
down here With q closed car. We may
have to go out. Tell him to hustle.
\ and call me at Roscoe's Don as soon
as the car gets here. rs all"
Roscoe had laughed bitterly through
ont this m%onologue. Drunk in bust
ness hours! Thass awrE Mus'n' do
such thing! Mus'n' get drunk. mne'p'
gamble. mus'n' kill 'nybody-not ID
business hours, All right any other
time. XIII 'nybody you want to-s
long faint in business hours. Fine!
Mus'n' have any trouble Z III inner
fere business. Keep your trouble t
home. Don bring II to til Office. Might
innerfere business! Don't let your
wife innerfere business. Keep all. all.
all your trouble an your an
your trad-your ira gedy-keep I'm all
for home use! Ii you rot die. go on
die t home-don' die round the office!
Might innerfere b~usineso!'
Sheridan picked up Z newspaper
from R~oscoe's desk. and at down with
his back to his son. affecting to read.
Roscoe seemed to be unaware OF his
fathers significant posture.
You know VIII l Think" he went
on. Il think Bibbs only n the family
800 SA>1ll.Aran - all VIynrs vUnyk An
din get married. Jim worked, an ne
got killed. l worked, an | got mar
ried. Look at NE! JUS look at me. ]
ask you. Fine 'dustriss young buss.
ness man. Look whass happen to me
Eine." He lifted his hand from the
sustaining chair in a deplorable ges-
ture. and Immediately losing his bal
ance, fell across the chair and car
omed to the hoe9 with 4 crash. re
naming PROSTATE for several min
utes. during which Sheridan did not
relax his apparent attention to thu
newspaper. He did not even look
round at the sound Of Roscoe's fall.
Roscoe slowly climbed to an up
right position. pulling himself up by
holding to the chair. He was slightly
sobered outwardly. having progressed
IN the PROSTATE interval to a state Of
befuddlement less volatile. He rubbed
his dazed eyes with the back OF his lef'
hand.
"What-what Iou ask me- while
sgo?' he said.
"Nothin'."
Eyes, you did. What-what was ttY
"Nothin'. You better sit down"
you ask me what | thought abon'
Lamhorn. You did ask me that. Well
I won't tell you. | won't say dam
word bout him."
The telephone ben tinkled. Sheridan
placed the receiver to his ear and said
Right down." Thsu he got Roscos',
coat and hat from . closet and broaGA
them to hts son. 'Net into this coat,
he said. YOU'RE goin' home.''
"All rf," murmured Roscoe, obedi
emily.
! They went out fnts the main hall b.
. side door. Roscoe walked out Of Ia
building without hrching. and twent.
: minutes later walked into his ow,
house in the same manner. neither b.
nor HE father having spoken a wore
n the interval
Sheridan did not q In with him: h.
|. went home, and to his own room with
cut meeting any Of his family. Blu
- he passed Bibbs' door he heard fron
within the sound of a cheerful young
! voice humming jubllant fragments .
song: H
Who looks the mustang IN the eyef
. + With q leap from the ground
. To the saddle in q bound. .s. ~ +
And a~vaay-and away!
Hi-yay.
: It was the first time In Sheridan
: life that The had ever detected an
musical symptom whatever in Bibbs7
he had never even heard him whist
land 1t seemed the last touch of iron
Z that the useless fool should be merr
today.
. To Sheridan II wa Tom O, Bedlar