Bismarck daily tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, Dakota [N.D.]) 1881-1916, 1916-05-28

piAHSIPiCS, wv oc drunken I'LL yUu
want to-outside business hours. Don
for Gossake le'n'thing, innerfere bust.
ness hours! Business!! Thassit! You're
right, father. Drink, Die! L'eyery,
thing 60 to hell, but don't let innerfere
businessv'
Sheridan had seized the telephone
upon Roscoe's desk and was calling
his own Office, overhead. "Abercrom.
bic? Come down to my son Roscoe's
suite and get rid Of some gentlemen
that are waitin' there to see him in
room two-fourteen. You, needn't como
in to let me know they're gone; We
don't want to be disturbed. Tell Pau-
ley to call my house and send ClaHs
down here with closed car. We mAy
have to go out. Tell him to hustle.
and call me at Roscoe's room as SOON
as the car gets here. IT'S alp
Roscoe had laughed bitterly through.
out this monol0gue. Drunk in kUsi-
ness hours! Thass awf'l! Mus'n' do
such thing! Mus'n' get drunk, mns'n'
gamble, mus'n' kill 'nybody-not in
business hours! All right any other
time. Kill 'nybody you want to-'s
long faint in business hours! Fine!
Mus'n' have any trouble t III inner,
fere business. Keep your trouble. t
home. Dom bring 1t to th' office. Might
innerfere business! Don't let your
wife innerfere business! Keep all, all,
all your trouble an your meanness, an
your trad-your tragedy-keep 'em all
for home use! If you got die. go on
die t home-don' die round the office!
Might 'innerfere businessv'
Sheridan picked up a newspaper
from Roscoe's desk, and sat down with
his back to his son, affecting to read.
Roscoe seemed to be unaware Of his
fathers significant posture.
"You know VIII l Think he went
on. II think Bibbs only one the family
any 'telligence at all. Won work, an
dim get married. Jim worked. an he
got killed. l worked, an got mar.
ried. Look at me! JUS look at me, J
ask you. Fine 'dustriss young bust.
ness man. Look whass happen to me-
Finer He lifted his hand from the
sustaining chair in deplorable ges
ture, and Immediately losing his bal.
ance,. fell across the chair and car
omed to the floor with a crash, re-
naming PROSTATE for several min
utes, during which Sheridan did moi
relax his apparent attention to thu
newspaper. He did not even lool
round at the sound Of Roscoe's fall.
Roscoe slowly climbed to an up
right position, pulling himself up by
holding to the chair. He was slightly
sobered outwardly, having progressed
In the PROSTATE interval to a state Of
befuddlement less volatile. He rubbed
his dazed eyes with the back Of his lef
hand. As ays " ....... . -.
"What--what you ask me while
ago." he said. 10 . gip
"Nothin'." .r
Eyes, you did. What--what was it,
NOluIH lOu sUCllCIE SlC uONA.
"You ask me what thought abou
Lamhorn. You did ask. me that. Well
l won't tell you. Iwon't say dam
word bout him!"
The telephone ben nntkd. sheridan,
placed the receiver to hisaear. and said
Fright down. Then he got Roscoe's
coat and hat from, a closet and Prough'
them to his son. "Get into this coat
he said. you're goin' home.'
"All RI" murmured Roscoe, obedi
entity. lE
They went out into the. main. hall by
a side door. Roscoe walked out of the
building without .lurching, and twenty
minutes later walked into his own
house in the same, manner, neither he
nor his father having spoken a word
in the interval.
Sheridan did not 90 in with him; he
went home, and to his own room with.
out meeting any Of his family. But
as he passed Bibbs' door he. heard from
within the sound of cheerful young
voice humming jubllant fragments OF
song: I'LL.
Who looks the mustang in the eyer
With q leap from the ground
To the saddle in a bound. a..
And away-and away!
Hi-yay!
It was the first time In Sheridan's
life that he had ever detected any
musical symptom whatever in Bibbs-
he had never even heard him whistle
and it seemed the last touch, of irony
that the useless fool should be merry
today.
To Sheridan it was Tom o. Bedlam
singing while the house burned; and he
did not tarry to enjoy the. melody, but
went into his own room and locked the
door.
CHAPTER XVIII.