The Twin Falls times. [volume] (Twin Falls, Idaho) 1905-1916, 1916-05-04

hoarse with awe, ant chew know
who that is?'
"Who?"
"Its Sheridanw
"Jeestr cried the first, staring in
sanely.
At about the same hour, four times
week-Monday, Wednesday, Friday
and NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS. stopped at
this shop to be shaved by the head bar
ber The BARRIERS were negroes, he
was their great man, and it was their
habit to give him reception" his
entrance being always the signal for
furry of jocular hospitality, followed
by general excesses of briskness and
gayety. But it was not so this eve
ming.
The shop was crowded. Copies of
the extra" were being read by men
waiting and by men in the latter stages
of treatment. Extras lay upon va
cant seats and showed from the peck
cts of hanging coats.
There was a loud chatter between
the practitioners and their recumbent
patients, vocal charivari which
stopped abruptly as Sheridan opened
the door, His name seemed to fizz in
the air like the last suffering of a
frework; the BARRIERS stopped shaving |
and clipping; lathered men turned |
their PROSTATE hea0s to stare, and
there was a moment of amazing silence
in the shop.
The head barber, nearest the door,
stood like a barber in a tableau. His
left hand held stretched between
thumb and forefinger an elastic sec
ton of his helpless customers cheek.
while his right hand hung poised
above it. the razor motionless. And
then reused from trance by the doors
closing, he accepted the fact of Sheri-
}. dams presence. The barber remem-
= bered that there are no circumstances
in life-or just after it-under which
, a man does not need to be shaved
He stepped forward, profoundly
grave. Il be through with this man
:; in the chair one minute, Mist Sheri-
e dan" he said, in a hushed voice. Yes
: subj" And of a solemn negro youth
who stood by, gazing stupidity, you
i goin' resign?" he demanded in a fierce
/ undertone. you goin take Mist
e Sheridan's coatY" He sent an angry
e look round the shop, and the BARRIERS,
g taking his meaning. averted their eyes
and fell to work, the murmur of sub
d dued conversation buzzing from chair
o to chair.
t "You sit down cSe minute, Mist
d Sheridan" said the mead barber gen
y thy. Il fix nice chair 70 you to wait
/ in
y "Never mind" said Sheridan. go
lie on get through with your man."
''Yessuh." And he went quickly
10 back to his chair on tiptoe, followed
ct by Sheridan's puzzled gaze.
Something had gone wrong in the
Y. shop, evidently Sheridan did not
se know what to make of it. Ordinarily
H. he would have shouted a hilarious de-
- mand for the meaning of the mystery,
IL but an inexplicable silence had been
e. imposed upon him by the hush that
Up fell upon his entrance and by the ODD
re look every man in the shop had bent
Nv upon him.
We Vaguely disquieted, he walked t.
cd one of the seats in the rear of the shOI
to and looked down the two lines of bar
ne bers, catching quickly shifted, furtivt
'p, chances here and there. He made this
l brief survey after wondering if one OF
the BARRIERS had died suddenly, thai
VS. day, or the night before; but there was
DIS no vacancy in either line
All The seat next to his was unoccupied
y! but someone had left a copy of thu
mt extra" there, and, frowning, h
ed picked it up and glanced at it. TIL
les first of the swollen display lines hal
he little meaning to him:
fr
If Fatally faulty. New process roof col
,ld lapses hurting capitalist to death with In
~ ventor. Seven escape when crash comes
vas Death claims
Thus far had he read when a thi
hand fell upon the paper, covering til
print from Lis eyes, and, looking III
he saw Bibbs standing before hin
pale and gentle, UNNECESSARILY con
, passionate.
"Pve come for you, father" sal
Bibbs. Here's the boy with your &C;
"a and hat Put them on and con
n home"
a And even then Sheridan did not u
~ derstand. So secure was he in Il
. strength and bigness of everytEiI
II that was his. he did not know what c
Is lamity had befallen him. But he WI
II frightened.
" Without a word, be followed Bib
heavily out through the still shop, b
IN as they reached TIE pavement
III stopped short and, grasping his SCI
W sleeve with shaking fingers, swul
~ him round so that they stood face
I face.
"What-what-" His mouth cou
III not do him the service he asked of
m he was so frightened