The Twin Falls times. [volume] (Twin Falls, Idaho) 1905-1916, 1916-05-09

brother, for Sheridan had gone co
pieces when he saw his dead son. He
had nothing to help him meet the
shock, neither definite religion nor
philosophy" definite or indefinite. He
could only beat his forehead and beg, |
over and over, to be killed with an |
ak, while his wife was helpless except |
to entreat him not to take on" her
self adding a continuous lamentation.
Edith, weeping, made truce with
Sibyl and saw to it that the mourn
ing garments were beyond criticism.
Roscoe was dazed, and he shirked, JUS
tifying himself curiously by saying he
"never had any experience in such
matters" SO it was Bibbs, the shy
outsider, who became, during that
dreadful little time, the master of the
house; for as strange a thing as that,
sometimes, may be the result of
death
Dust to dust" said the minister,
under the gaunt trees; and at that
Sheridan shook cOnvulsively from head
to foot. All Of the black group shiv-
cred except Bibbs. He had been close
upon dust himself for a long, long time,
and the machine shop. if he had to go
back to it, would probably bring him
closer still. TO Bibbs' knowledge. no
one and nothing had ever prevented
his father from carrying through his
plans. He had the gift of terrible
persistence. and with unlocked conf
dence that his way was the only way,
he would hold to that way of making
a man" of Bibbs, who understood very
well. in his passive and impersonal
fashion. that it was a way which might
make, not a man, but dust of him. But
he had no shudder for the thought.
The truth about Bibbs was in the
poem which Edith had adopted. But
he had not hidden his feelings about
his father where they could not be
found. He was strange to his father
but his father was not strange to him
He knew that Sheridan's plans were
conceived in the stubborn belief tina
they would bring about good thini
for Bibbs himself; and whatever tn
result was to be, the son had no Bit
terness. Far otherwise, for as h
looked at the big, woeful figure, shaB
ing and tortured, an almost unbearabl
pity laid hands upon Bibbs' throa
r Roscoe stood blinking, his lip quivel
ing; Edith wept audibly; Mrs Sher
= dan leaned in half collapse againS
her husband; but Bibbs knew that hi
l father was the one who cared.
: 1t was over. Men in overall
n stepped forward with their shovel
$ and Bibbs nodded quickly to Rosco
e making a slight gesture toward tt
- lire of waiting carriages. Bibbs gaze
Z steadfastly at the workmen; he kne
that his father kept looking back
he went toward the carriage and tn;
was a thing lie did not want to Sc
IF After little while, ITS too bad!'
IN half whispered. his lips forming Il
III words-and his meaning was That
ne was too bad that the strong broth
re had been the one to go. For this WI
re Ills last thought before he walked
" the coupe and saw Mary Nertre
SO standing all alone on the other si
re Of the drive
he SIZE had just emerged from gro
H. Of leafess trees that grew on a slo
ait where the tombs were many. Again
such background Bibbs was not
lat congruous. with his figure, in bla'
so long and slender, and his face
sly long and thin and white; nor was
go undertaker's coupe out of keeping, w
the shabby driver doing on the b
ce. and the shaggy horses standing
,Ir. tiently in attitudes without hope a
son without regret. But for Mary Nertre
let here was a grotesque setting-she W
ing "A vivid, living creature of a beauti
the world And a graveyard is not