The Twin Falls times. [volume] (Twin Falls, Idaho) 1905-1916, 1916-05-16

chair, gazing at the fire, Sheridan let
the unfolded evening paper rest upon
bis lap, though now and then he lifted
1t, as If to read. Bibbs came in noise
lessly and sat in corner, doing moth
ing; and from a reception room"
across the hall an indistinct vocal MUIR
muir became just audible at intervals.
Once, when this murmur grew louder,
under stress of some irrepressible mer-
riment, Edith's voice could be heard
Bobby, aren't you awful" and Sheri-
dan glanced across at his wife appeal
ingly.
She rose at once and went into the
reception room;" there was a furry of
whispering, and the sound of tiptoeing
in the hall-Edith and her sutton
changing quarters to a more distant
room. Mrs Sheridan returned to her
chair in the library.
"They won't bother you any more,
papa" she said, in a comforting voice.
"She told me at lunch he'd 'phoned he
wanted to come up this evening, and
said thought he'd better wait few
days. but she said she'd already told
him he could" She paused, then added,
rather guiltily: II got kind Of a notion
maybe Roscoe don't like him as much
as he used to. Maybe-mayb you bet
ter ask Roscoe, papa" And as Sher-
idan nodded soemnly, she concluded,
in haste: Don't say l said to. l might
be wrong about it, anyway"
He nodded again, and they sat for
some time in a silence which Mrs
ing fallen into a reverie that brought
tears. "That Miss Vertrees was a good
girl" she said. "She was all right"
Her husband evidently had no diff
Guilty in following her train Of thought,
for he nodded once more, affirma-
lively.
did you How did you fix it about
the-the Realty company" she fall
tered did you"
He rose heavily, helping himself to
his feet by the arms of his chair. 81
fixed it," he said, in husky voice. He
went to her, put his hand upon her
shoulder, and drew long, audible, ire
mendous breath. "It's my bedtime,
mamma; I'm goin' up" When he
reached the door he stopped and spoke
again, without turning to look at her.
THE Realty company'll go right on
| just the same" he said. ITS like
it's like sand, mamma. 1t puts me in
mind Of children playin in a sand
pile. One Of 'em sticks his finger In
the sand-pile and makes a hole, and
another of 'em III pat the place with
his hand, and all the little grains
of sand run in and fill 1t up and set
tie against one another; and then,
right away it's fat on top again, and
you can't tell there ever was a hole
there. The Realty company II go on
all right, mamma. There amt any
things anywhere, 1 reckon, that
wouldn't go right on-just the same"
And he passed out slowly into the
hall; then they heard his heavy tread
upon the stairs.
Mrs. Sheridan. rising to follow him
turned a piteous face to her son. 1T!
so forlorn," she said. chokingly. "That''
the first time he spoke since he came
in the house this evening. l know i
must "a hurt him to hear Edit
laughin' with that Lamhorn. She't
oughtn't to let him come, right the ver1
first evening this way; she'd oughtn'
to done it, She just seems to lose he
head over him, and it scares me. Yol
heard what Sibyl said the other day
and-and you heard what-what-"
what Edith said to Sibyl?' Bibb
finished the sentence for her.
1--WE can't have any trouble o. tina
kindr' she walled. ooh, it looks as
movin' up to this new house ha
brought us awful bad luckl 1t scare
me-" She put both her hands over he
face. "Oh, Bibbs, Bibbsl If you onl
wasn't so queer! If you could onl
been kind of dependable son! L don
know what we're all comm to-" An(
weeping, she followed her husband.
Bibbs gazed for a while at the fire
then he rose abruptly. like a man VIII
has come to a decision, and brisk