The Miller press. [volume] (Miller, S.D.) 190?-current, 1916-07-06

what effect such stuff would have up
on mew She rose, visibly agitated.
What If it was true?" she demanded.
bitterly. What If it was true a hun
dred times over? You sit there with
your silly face half ready to giggle and
half ready to sniffie, and tell me stories
like that, about Sibyl picking ON Bobby
LamhOrn and worrying him to death.
and you think it matters to mel What
il l already knew all about their quar-
reling'? What II I understood why
she" She broke Off with q violent
gesture, a sweep Of her arm extended
at full length, as If she hurled some
thing to the ground. ado you think a
girl that really cared for a man would
pay any attention to that? Or to you,
Bibbs Sheridan!"
He looked at her steadily, and his
gaze was as keen as 1t was steady.
She met it with unwavering pride.
Finally he nodded slowly, as if she had
spoken and he meant to agree with
what she said.
"Ah, yes," he said. 81 won't come
into the smoking oom again. I'm
sorry, Edith. Nobody can make you
see anything now. You'll never see
until you see for yourself. The rest Of
US will do better to keep out Of it
especially me!'
That's sensible" she responded,
CURLY. you're most surprising of all
when you're sensible, Bibbs."
yes" he sighed. "I'm a dull dog.
Shake hands and forgive me, Edith"
Thawing so far as to smile, she I'M
derwent this brief ceremony, and
George appeared, summonlng Bibbs to
the library; Doctor Quincy was wait
ing there, he announced. And Blbbs
gave his sister a shy but friendly touch
upon the shoulder as a complement to
the handshaking, and left her.
Doctor Quincy was sitting by the
log fire, alone In the room, and he
merely glanced oyer his shoulder when
his patient came in. He was not over
fifty, in spite Of Sheridan's habitual
"ole Doc Quincy" He was gray, how
ever, almost as thin as Bibbs, and
nearly always he looked drowsy.
your father telephoned me yester-
day afternoon, Bibbs," he said, not ris-
Ing. Wants me to look you over
again. Come around here In front Of
me-between me and the fire. l want
to see If l can see through YOU"
You mean you're too sleepy to
move" returned Bibbs, complying. 81
think you'll notice that I'm getting
worse"
Taken Oh about twelve pounds"
said Quincy. Thirteen, maybe"
Twelve"
WELL, 1t won't do" The doctor
rubbed his eyelids. You're so much
better I'll have to use some machinery
on you before We can know just where
you are. You come down to my place
this afternoon. Walk down-all the
way. suppose you know why your
father wants 20 know"
Bibbs nodded. Machine shop"
"Still hate it?"
Blbbs nodded again.
Don't blame your the doctor grunt-
ed. "Yes. l expect it'll make a lump in
your gizzard again. Well, what do
you say? Shall l tell him you've got
the old lump there yet? You still want
to write, do youT"
Whats the user" Bibbs said, smil-
ing ruefully. my kind OF writing!"
YES" the doctor agreed. II suppose
X ycn broke away and lived on roots
and berries until you began to attract
the favorable attention Of editors you
might be able to hope for an income of
four or i've hundred dollars a year by
the time you're fifty"
That's about It," Bibbs murmured.
LOT course l know what you want to
d." sad GurnW. aruwailv- 49, 49,