Bismarck daily tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, Dakota [N.D.]) 1881-1916, 1916-05-07

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they all understood that he was 4 fail
ure as a great mans son, a disappolnt
ment the queer one" of the family,
and that he had been summoned to
judgment-a weilfounded impression
for that was exactly what they under
stood.
"Sit down." said Sheridan.
1t is frequently an advantage fol
deans, schoolmasters and worried IA
theirs to place delinquents in the sit.
ting posture Bibbs sat.
Sheridan, standing, gazed enigmatic.
ally upon his son for period of
silence. then walked slowly to win
dow and stood looking out Of 1t, his
big hants, loosely hooked together by
the thumbs, behind his back. They
were sOiled, as were all other hands
down town, except such as might he
still damp from basin.
"Wcll, Bibbs," he said at last, not
altering his attitude, do you know
what I'm goin' to do with you"
Bibbs, leaning back in his chair, fixed
his eyes contemplatively upon the cell.
ing. II heard you tell JIM" he began,
in his slow way. You SAID you'd send
him to the machine shop with me If he
didn't propose to Miss Vertrees. So
suppose that must be your plan for me-
But" ''- "' ." -@ ir
But what?" said Sheridan, irritably,
as the son paused.
Isn't there somebody you'd let me
propose tor"
That brought his father sharply
round to. face. him. You beat the
devil! Bibbs, what is the matter with
you? Why can't you be like anybody
else?"
Liver, maybe" said Blbbs, gently.
''Boh! Even ole Doc Quincy says
there's nothin' wrong with you organ.
ically. No. You're dreamer, Bibbs;
that's what's the matter, and that's all
the matter. Oh, not one O. these big
dreamers that put through the big
deals! No, sir! You're the kind O.
dreamer that just sets out on the back
fence and thinks about how much trou-
BILE there must be in the world! That
amt the kind that builds the bridges,
Bibbs; it's the kind that borrows fit.
teen cents from his wife's uncle's
brother-in-law to get ten cents worth
O. plug tobacco and a nckels worth o.
quinine!"
He put the finishing touch to this
etching with snort, and turned again
to the window.
Look out there"' he babe his son.
Look out O. that window! Look at
the life and energy down there! Look
at the big things young men are dom
in this town. He swung about, com.
ing to the mahogany desk in the mid
die Of the room. Look at what your
own brothers are doin!' Look at Ros-
cOe! Yes, and look at jim! l made
Jim president o. the Sheridan Realty
company last new years, and it's an
example to any young major ole
man, either-the way he took ahold Of
it. Last July We found out we wanted
two more big warehouses at the pump
works-wanted 'em quick. Contractors
said it couldn't be done; said nine or
ten months at the soonest; couldn't see
it any other way. What d Jim do?
Took the contract himself; found a
fellow with new cement and concrete
process; kept men on the job night and
day, and stayed on it night and day
himself-and, by George! we begin to-
use them warehouses next week! -Four
months and half, and every inch fire.
proof! l tell you Jim's one O. these
fclers that make miracles happen! Il
tell you these young business men 4
watch just do my heart good! They
don't set around on the back fence-no,I
sir! They're putin their life-blood in.
to it, l tell you, and that's why we're
gettin' bigger every minute, and why
they're gettin' bigger, and why it's all
goln' to keep on gettin' bigger!'' .
He slapped the desk resoundingly
with his open palm, and then, observ.
ing that Bibbs remained in the same
lmpassive attitude, with his eyes still
fixed upon the ceiling in contempla.
ton somewhat plaintive, Sheridan was
impelled to groan. "Oh, Lordr' he
said. "This is the way you always
were. 1 don't believe you understand
darn word been sayin'! You don't
look as if you did. BY George! it's dis.
couraging!
II don't understand about getting
about getting bigger" said Bibbs,
bringing his gaze down to look at his
father placatively. Il don't see just
why
"What?" Sheridan leaned forward,
resting his hands upon the desk and
staring across it incredulously at his
son. rib
Il don't Observation-Disclosures
you want it all bigger for?"
Great Cod" shouted Sheridan, and
struck the desk a blow with his
clenched fist. "A son of mine asks me
that! You go out and ask the poorest
day laborer you can find! Ask him
that question:
Il did once" Bibbs Interrupted;
when was in the machine shop. -
"Wha'd he sayf
"He said oh. hellr" answered
Bibbs, mildly.