Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1916-08-31

THAT Stuff'S Deader'n Adams Cat!'
being themselves the people thus cele-
DRAFTED. And if the thing was ques-
toned, or if it was limited that there
might be one small virtue in which
they were rot perfect and supreme,
they wasted no time examining them
selves to see if what the critic said
was true, but fell upon him and boot
ed him and cursed him, for they were
sensitive. SO Bibbs, learning their
ways and walking with them, heark-
ened to the voice Of the people and
served Bigness with them. For the
voice Of the people is the voice of their
god.
Sheridan had made the room next
to his own into an office for Bibbs, and
the door between the two rooms uSu-
ally stood open-the father had estab-
lished that intimacy One morning in
February. when Bibbs was alone, Sher-
idan came in, some sheets Of typeWrit-
ten memoranda in his hand.
"BibDs," he said, II don't like to butt
in very often this way, and when l do
| usually wish | hadn't-but for heav-
ems sake what have you been buying
that ole busted nter-traction stock
for?"
Bibbs leaned back from his desk
For eleven hundred and fifty-fve dol
1or al n,4
"Well, it Amt worth eleven hundred
and fifty-five cents. You ought to
know that l don't get your idea
That stuff's deader'n Adams cat!'
ct might be worth sometlfing-some
day"
"HOw?"
at mightn't be so dead-nOt if We
went into it, said Bibbs coolly.
"Ohr Sheridan considered this mus
ingly; then he said, who'd you buy it
from?'
"A brOker-Fansmith
well. he must "A got it from one O.
the crowd O. poor ninnies that was
soaked with it. Don't you know who
owned it?''
Yes, | do
"Ain't sayin', though? That it:
What's the matter?'
1T belonged to Mr. Vertrees," said
Bibbs, shortly. applying himself to his
desk.
So" Sheridan gazed down at his
sons thin face. Excuse me-" he said
Your business" And he went back
to his own room. But presently he
looked in again.
Il reckon you won't mind lunchin
alone today'-he was shutting himself
into his 0vercoat-'because l just
thought I'd go up to the house and
get this over with mamma" He
glanced apologetically toward his
right hand as it emerged from the
sleeve Of the overcoat. The bandages
had been removed, finally. that morn
ing, revealing but three tingers-the
forefinger and the next to it had been
amputated. "She's bound to make al
awful fuss. and it better spoil her
lunch than her dinner. I'll be back
about two"
But he calculated the time of his ar
rival at the new house so accurately
that Mrs Sheridan's lunch was not dis
turbed, and she was rising from the
| lonely table when he came into the
dining room. He had left his overcoat
in the hall, but he kept his hands in
his trousers DOcketS
whats the matter, papa?' she
asked, quickly. HAS anything gone
wrong? You amt sick?'
"Mew He laughed loudly. ''Me
sick?"
"You had lunch?'
Didn't want any today. You can
give me cup O coffee, though"
She rang, and told George to have
coffee made, and when he had with
drawn she said ENORMOUSLY, 81 just
know there's something wrong"
''Nothin' in the world" he respond
ed. heartily, taking a seat at the head
Of the table. Il thought I'd talk over
notion O. mine with you, that's all