Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1916-10-05
or none.'
"Who is it gets the pay?' said Bibbs
tNot Ip she laughed.

or none"
"Who is it gets the pay?" said Bibbs.
sNot IP' she laughed.
Nobody gets it. There isn't any
pay; there's only money. And only
some of the men down town get much
Of that That's what my father wants
me to get.'
Eyes" she said, smiling to him, and
nodding. And you don't want it, and
you don't need it"
"But you don't think I'm a sleep
walker. Mary?" He had told her of his
fathers new plans for him, though he
had not described the vigor and pic
turesGueness Of their setting forth.
''You think I'm right?"
"a thousand timesr' she cried.
There aren't so many happy people in
this world, l think-and you say
you've found what makes you happy.
If it's a dream-keep itr'
"The thought of going down there
into the money shuffie-I hate it as
never hated the shopr he said. AZ
hate it! And the city itself, the city
that the money shuttle has made-just
look at it, And the dirt and the ugli-
ness and the rush and the noise aren't
the worst of it; It's what the dirt and
ugliness and rush and noise mean
that's the worst! The outward things
are insufferable, but they're emily the
expression Of a Spirit-a blind embryo
of a spirit, not yet a soul-oh, just
greed! And this go ahead nonsense!
Oughtn't it all to be a fellowship? I
shouldn't want to get ahead if l could
I'D want to help the other fellow to
keep up with me-"
Il read something the other day and
remembered 1t for you," said Mary.
at was something Burne-Jones said Of
a picture he was going to paint: In
the first picture I shall make a man
walking in the street of q great city,
full of all kinds Of happy life: chill
dren, and lovers walking, and ladies
leaning from windows all down great
lengths of street leading to the city
walls; and there the gates are wide
open, letting in q space Of green field
and cOrnfeld in harvest; ;and all round
his head a great rain of swirling au-
tumn leaves blowing from a little
walled graveyard"
"And if I painted" Bibbs returned,
I'D paint a lady walking in the street
of a great city, full of all kinds of up
roarious and futile life-children being
taught only how to make money, and
lovers hurrying to get richer, and ladies
who'd given up trying to wash their
windows clean, and the gates Of the
city wide open, letting in slums and
slaughter houses and freight yards,
and all round this lady's head a great
rain of sWfrling SCOT" He paused,
adding, thoughtfully: "And yet I be-
lieve Pm glad that SCOT got on your
cheek. 1t was just as if l were your
brother-the way you gave me your
handkerchief to rub it off for you
Still, Edith never"
Didn't she?" said Mary, as he
paused again.
mo. And /" He contented him
self with shaking his head instead of
offering more definite information.
Then be realized that they were pass
ing the new house, and he sighed pro-
foundry "Mary, our walks almost
over"
She looked as blank. $50 it is.
Bibbs."
They said no more until they came
to her gate. As they drifted slowly to
stop, the door Of ROscoe's house
opened, and Roscoe came out with
Sibyl, who was startlingly pale. She
seemed little enfeebled by her illness,
however, walking rather quickly at her
husbands side and not taking his arm
The two crossed the street without ap-
pearing to see Mary and her compan-
ion, and entering the new house, were
lost to sight. Mary gazed after them
graVely, but Bibbs, looking at Mary,
did not see them.
MARY" he said, ''you seem very
serious. Is anything bothering your
"No, Bibbs," And she gave him a
bright quick look that made him in
stantly unreasonably happy.
81 know you want to go in" he be-
gan.
"No. | don't want to-
81 mustn't keep you standing here,