The herald-advance. (Milbank, S.D.) 1890-1922, 1916-09-08

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Galapagos tortoise.
The rooster y . l~ependsa: ~ depends
upon the farmss and ~ vssther. Midas
is q dependent: be 1sDendD upon the
farmer and the W~0Rhss. The rooster
thinks only OF the moment; Midas pro
vides for tomorrow. What aces he pro-
vide for tomorrow Nothing tina the
rooster Will not have without providing.
The rooster and the prosperous worker:
they are totv. t.e:' grub. they love; they
grub and love grubbing, c.s Grub ard
they die. Neither knows beauty: neither
knows knowledge. And after all. when
Midas and tho rooster dies. there is one
thing Midas has had and rooster has not.
Midas has had the excitement OF accumu-
latinE what he has grubbed. and that has
been his life and his love and his god. He
cannot take that god with him when he
dies. I wonder II the worthy gods are
those we can take with us.
Midas must teach all to be as Midas:
the young must he raised Ia his religion
The manuscript ended there. and
Sheridan VAS NOT anxious for more. He
cr,lnpled the sheets into 4 ball, depos-
ting it with vi1r) in 4 w%astebasket
beside him: t~her.rising. he consulted a
Cyclopedia of Names, which a book
agent had somehow sold to him years
before: a volume now first pat to use
for the location OF Midas" Having
read the legend. Sheridan walked up
and down the spacious Office. exhaling
the breath of contempt. Dam fool!''
he mumbled.
!, He felt very lonely. and this was,
daily, his hardest hour. For a long
time he and Jim had lunched together
h~abitually at 4 small restaurant near
the Sheridan building. where they
spent twenty minutes in the consump-
ton OF food, and twenty in talk. with
cigars. But now Sheridan remained
alone in his oiace; he had not gone out
to lunch since Jilm's death. nor did he
have anything sent to him-he tasted
until evening.
It was the time he missed Jim per.
sonaliy the mnst-the voice and eyes
and handshske all brisk and alert. all
businesslike. But Shertdan's sense OF
loss went far deeper. Jim was the one
who would have been surest to keep
the great property growing greater,
year by year. Sheridan had fallen
asleep. night aeter night. picturing
what the growth would be under jim.
He had believed that Jim was abso-
Iutely certain to be one Of the biggest
men Ia the country. Well, 1t was all
up to Roscoe now!
had in mind to ask Roscoe. 1t was 4
question Sheridan considered of no
present importance, but his wife had
suggested Though vaguely-and he
had meant to speak to Roscoe about it.
However. Roscoe had not come into
his fathers Office for several days. and
when Sheridan had seer his son Z
home there had been no opportunity.
He waited until the greater part OF
his days work was over. toward four
O'clock. and then went down to RIOS
Goes o9cc, which was on a lower floor.
He found several men waiting for bust
ness interviews in an outer room Of
The series Roscoe occupied. and he sup
posed that he would find his son busy
with others. and that his question
would have TO be postponed, but when
he catered the door marked "R. G.
Sheridan. Private" Roscoe was there
aloHe.
He was sitting with his back to the
door. his feet on 4 window-sill, and ne
did not turn A his father opened tn
door.
Some pretty escd men out there
waitin' 10 see you, my boy" said Shen-
dan. whats the mattery"
Nothing Roscoe answered indis-
tinctly, not moving.
well, I guess that's al right. toe
let 'em wait sometimes myself!
just wanted to ask You 4 question, but
I expect It'll keep. II you're workin'
something out in your mind"
Roscoe made no reply; and his r.
ther. who had turned to the door
paused with ks hand on. the knob
staring curtsusly At the notionles.
figure il the chatr. Usually the soI
seemed pleased aAd eager when ht
cans TO the ofncs. "You'O all right
Amt your" said NAst1dan. "Not sick
AZ your"
"No." sf& tt
sheridan was D1zaed: then. abf0Ct
". he decided to ask his question. =
wanted to talk to you about that yOq0
LAmhorn."'1 he said. Il guess ~
mother thinks he's comm d 80 EA1l
\ pretty often. and yen knew him hassl
n any OF US. So"
II won't" said Roscoe, thickly-
won't cay 1 dam thing about him!
Sheridan uttered N exclamation ant
walked quickly to . position near th'
window where he 1couil sse his SON
face. Roscoe'a eyes were ibloodsho
and vacuous; his hair was disorderrd
his mouth was distorted. and he wa.
deathly pale. The father stood aghast
by George" be muttered. "Ros
coey' ss 81
sMy.nams," said Roscoe. "Can' hell
that" i
"Rescoe!" Blank establishment wa,
S~heridan's 6rst sensation. Probabl,
6othing in the world could have NOR,
amazed him than to ind Roscoe-th,
steady old wheel-horse-in this condi
ton. How'd you get this way?p h
demanded. You caught cold and tool
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