The Miller press. [volume] (Miller, S.D.) 190?-current, 1916-08-03

his side of 1t! That'll do! He doesn't
| come in this house again."
"You look out" Edith cried.
Eyes, I'll look out! I'd "a told you
today he wasn't to be allowed on the
premises, but I had other things in my
mind. I had Abercrombie look up this
young man privately. and he's no
count. He's no count on earthl He's
no goods He's nothin't But it wouldn't
~.aatter IL he was George Washington,
after what's happened and what I've
heard tonigiIis
"But papa" Mrs. Sheridan began.
az Edie says It was all Sibyl's fault,
maxim up to him, and he never encour-
aged her much, nor"
"'S enough he roared. "He keeps
Off these premises! And IL any Of you
SO much as ever speak his name to me
again"
But Edith screamed, clapping her
sound OF his voice, and ran upstairs,
sobbing 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 1t. She never
speaks to that fellow again, and IL he
tries to telephone her tomorrow-
Here! You.tell the help If he calls up
to ring or 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.
Its no good" said Bibbs. Mother,
when you were in love with father"
MY goodness she cried. "You
amt a-goin' to compare your father
to that"
Edith feels about him just what
you did about father" said Bibbs.
"And IL your father had told you"
II won't listen to such silly TALK!
she declared, angrily.
$50 you're handin' out your advice,
are you, Bibbs?" said Sheridan. what
Is it?'
LET her see him all she wants"
You're "a" Sheridan gave 1t up.
81 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. II Edith were a weakling you'd
have a chance this way. but she isn't.
She's got a lot Of your determination,
father, and 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 car. Your
only chance is that she'll do it herself,
and If you give her time and so 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"
81 can't stand any more!" Sheridan
burst out. IF it's come to Bibbs adj
visin' me how to run this house l bet
ter resign. Mamma, where's that mig
ger George? Maybe he's got some plan
how l better manage my family.
Bibbs, for Gods sake go and lay down!
Let her see him all she wants!' Oh,
Lord! Here's wisdom; here's"
"Bibbs," said Mrs. Sheridan, IF you
haven't got anything to do, you might
step over and take Sibyl's wraps
home-she left 'em In the hall. l don't
think you seem to quiet your poor ia
Their very much just now"
"All right" And Bibbs bore Sibyfs
wraps across the street and delivered
them to Roscoe, who met him at 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 W room, and there
he proceeded to write In his notebook.
There seems to be another curious thing
about love Gibbs wrote). Love Is blind
while 1t lives and only opens its eyes and
becomes very wide awake when It 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-al blind. Friend
ship and a quiet heart for the wise.
What q turbulence Is love! 1t Is dan
| gerous for a BLIND thing to be turbulent;
| there are precipices In life. One would not
cross q mountain-pass with q thick cloth
| over his eyes. Lovers do. Friendship
walks gently and with open eyes.
To walk to church with @ friend! To
sit beside her there. 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
happinessf
Friendship brings everything that heav-
| en- could bring. There Is no b that
cannot become q living rapture II you
| know that q friend Is thinking OF you az
| you labor. So you sing at your work. For
| the work Is part of the thoughts Of YOU
friend: 20 you love I'll
Love IL demanding and claiming and in
sistent. Friendship In all kindness-it
| makes the world glorious with kindness
| What color you see when you walk with
q friend! You see that the gray sky n
brilliant and shimmering; you see that
the smoke has warm browns and IS mar
| velously sculptured-the air becomes iri-
| Light foods everything.
l VVhon vou unlk IN church with n frtanH