The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1916-07-27

what effect such stuff would have up
on mew She rose, yisibly agltated.
what II II was trueT she demanded,
bitterly. "What IL II was true hun
dred times over2 You sit there with
your silly face half ready to giggle and
half ready to snlfIle, and tell me stories
like that, about Sibyl picking on Bobby
Lamhorn and worrying him to death,
and you think II matters to me? What
II already knew all about their quar-
reling'? What IL i understood why
She" She broke Off with n violent
gesture, a sweep of her arm extended
at full length, as IL she hurled some
thing TO the ground. "Do you think n
girl that really cared for man would
pay any attention to thatf Or to you,
Bibbs Sheridanw
He looked at her steadily, and his
gaze was as keen as It was steady.
She met 1t with unwaverlng pride.
Finally he nodded slowly, as II she had
spoken and he meant to agree with
what she said.
"Ah, yes" he said. ~ won't come
into the smoking room 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,
curtly. 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 un-
derwent this brief ceremony, and
George appeared, summonlng Bibbs to
the library; Doctor Gurney was walt
ing there, he announced. And Blbbs
gave his sister shy but friendly touch
upon the shoulder as complement to
the handshaking, and left her.
Doctor Gurney was sitting by the
log fire, alone in the room, and he
merely glanced over his shoulder when
his patient came In. He was not over
fifty, in spite OF Sherldan's habitual
'ole Doc Gurney." He was gray, how
ever, almost as thin as BiLbs, and
nearly always he looked drowsy.
"Your father telephoned me yester.
day afternoon, Bibbs," he said, not rls-
ing Wants me to look you over
again. Come around here in front Of
me-between me and the fire. | want
to see IL can see through you"
You mean you're too sleepy to
move" returned Bibbs, complying. II
think you'll notice that I'm getting
worse"
Taken on about twelve pounds, /"
said Gurney. ''Thirteen, maybe"
Twelve"
"Well, 1t won't do" The doctor
rubbed his eyelids. You're 50 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 to know"
Bibbs nodded. Machine shop"
"Stlll hate TT"
Blbbs nodded again.
'Don't blame you" the doctor grint-
ed. yes, expect itll make lump In
your giZzard again. Well, what do
you say? Shall tell him you've got
the Old lump there yet? You still want
to write. do your
whats the use?" Bibbs said, smil-
ing ruefully. my kind OF writingr'
YES" the doctor agreed. 81 suppose
IL you 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 five hundred dollars a year by
the time you're nifty"
That's about it," Blbbs murm arcd.
"Of course know what you want to
do" said Gurney, drowslly. "You dSa'i