Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1916-08-18

his side of it! That'll do! He doesn't
come in this house agafnp'
You look out!'' Edith cried.
Eyes, I'll look out! I'd "a told you
today he wasn't to be allowed on the
premises, but had other things in my
mind. / had Abercrombie look up this
young man privately, and he's no
count. He's no count on earth! He's
no goodl He's nothin'! But it wouldn't
matter IL he was George Washington,
after what's happened and what I've
heard tonightv'
"But, papa" Mrs. Sheridan began.
IF Eide says it was all Sibyl's fault,
maxim up to him, and he never encour-
aged her much, nor
rs enoughy' he roared. "He keeps
of these premises!' And if any of you
SO much as ever speak his name to me
again
But Edith screamed, clapping her
hands over her ears to shut out the
sound Of his voice, and ran upstairs,
sobbing loudly, followed by her mother.
However, Mrs Sheridan descended a
few minutes later and joined her hus-
hand in the library. Bibbs, still sit
ting In his gold chair, saw her pass.
reused himself from reverie, and
str0lled in, after her.
She locked the door," said Mrs.
Sheridan, shaking her head woefully.
"She wouldn't even answer me. They
wasn't sound from her room"
'sWell," said her husband, "she can
settle her mind to it. She never
speaks to that fellow again, and if he
tries to telephone her tomorrow
Here! You tell the help If he calls up
to ring off and say it's my orders. No.
you needn't. I'll tell 'em myself"
Better not" said Bibbs, gently.
His father glared at him.
ITS no good" said Bibbs. Mother
when you fwere in love with father"
my goodness!'' she cried. you
amt a-goin' to compare your father
to that
edith feels about him just what
you did about father said Bibbs.
"And if your father had told you"
IT won't listen to such silly talky'
she declared, angrily.
$50 you're handin' out your advice,
are you, Bibbs?" said Sheridan. "What
is tt?"
''Let her see him all she wants."
you're "a Sheridan gave it up.
81 don't know what to call you.'
'Let her see him all she wants"
Bibbs repeated, thoughtfully. you're
up against something too strong for
you. If Edith were a weakling you'd
have a chance this way, but she isn't.
She's got lot of your determination,
father, and with what's going on in
side Of her she'll beat you. You can't
keep her from seeing him, as long as
she feels about him the way she does
now. You can't make her think less
of him, either. Nobody can. Your
only chance is that she'll do it herself,
and if you give her time and go easy
she probably will. Marriage would
do it for her quickest but that's just
what you don't want, and as you don't
want it, you'd better"
''I can't stand any morew Sheridan
burst out. IF it's come to Bibbs ad-
visin' me how to run this house | bet
ter resign. Mamma, where's that mig
ger George? Maybe he's got some plan
how / better manage my family
Bibbs, for Gods sake go and lay down!
Let her see him all she wants! Oh,
Lord! Here's wisdom; here's"
"Bibbs," said Mrs. Sheridan, ''if you
haven't got anything to do, you might
step over and take Sibyls wraps
ho1ne-she left 'em in the hall. don't
think you seem to quiet your poor ia
Their very much just now"
"All right And Bibbs bore Sibyl's
wraps across the street and delivered
them to Roscoe, who met him at the
door Bibbs said only, Forgot these,
and, "Good night, Roscoe" cordially
and cheerfully, ana returned to the
new house. His mother and father
were still talking in the library, but
with discretion he passed rapidly on
and upward to his own room, and there
he proceeded to write in his notebook.
There seems to be another curious thing
about love Gibbs wrote). Love is blind
while it lives and only opens its eyes and
becomes very wide awake when It dies.
Let 1t alone until then.
You cannot reason with love or with
any other passion. The wise will not wish
for love-nor for ambition. These are pas
sions and bring others in their train
ha&reds and jealousies-an blind. Friend
ship and quiet heart for the wise.
What a turbulence is love! 1t is dam
gerous for a blind thing to be turbulent;
there are precipices in life. One would not
cross mountain-pass with a thick cloth
over his eyes. Lovers do. Friendship
walks gently and with open eyes.
To walk to church with a friend! To
sit beside her there! To rise when she
rises. and to touch with ones thumb and
fingers the other half Of the hymn book
that she holds! What lover, with his
fierce ways, could know this transcendent
happiness?
Friendship brings everything that heav-
en- could bring. There is no labor that
cannot become living rapture, if you
know that friend is thinking of you as
you labor. So you sing at your work. For
the work is part Of the thoughts of your
friend; so you love it!
Love is demanding and claiming and In
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