The Elk Mountain pilot., 1916-10-19
works-wanted ,em quick. CONTRACTOR

Took the contract himself; found .
fellow with a new cement and concrete
process; kept men on the job night and
day, and stayed on it night and day
himself-and, by George! we begin to
use them warehouses next week. Four
months and a half, and every inch fire.
proof! l tell you Jims one O. these
fellers that make miracles happen! 1
tell you these young business men
watch just do my heart good! They
don't set around on the back fence-no,
sir! They're putin their life-blood in
to it, I tell you, and that's why we're
gettin' bigger every minute, and why
they're gettin' bigger, and why it's all
goln' to keep on gettin' bigger"
He slapped the desk resoundingiy(
with bis open palm, and then, observ-
ing that Bibbs remained in the same
impassive attitude, with his eyes still,
fixed upon the ceiling In .contempla-
ton somewhat plaintive, Sheridan was
impelled to groan. "Oh, Lordv' he
said. This is the way you always
were. I don't believe you understand
darn word been sayin'! You don't
look as If you did. By George! it's dis
coura ging!'
II don't understand about getting
about getting bigger" said Bibbs.
bringing his gaze down to look at his
father placatvely. 81 don't see just.
why"
"What?" Sheridan leaned forward.
resting his hands upon the desk and
staring across it incredulously at his
| son.
|
| Il don't understand-exactly-w
you want 1t all bigger for?"
Great Godr' shouted Sheridan, and
struck the desk blow with his
clenched fist. "A son of mine asks me
that! You go out and ask the poorest
day laborer you can findi Ask him
that question"
II did once" Bibbs Interrupted:
when was in the machine shop. l."
| "Wha'd he say?"
"He said, oh. hellr" answered
Bibbs, mildly.
Yes. l reckon he wouldr' Sheridan
swung away from the desk. II reckon
he certainly would And 1 got plenty
sympathy with him right now, myselfv'
''It's the same answer, them" Bibbs'
voice was serious, almost tremulous.
| SDeTlOau
"Did you ever hear the word pros
perity, you ninny? Did you ever hear
the word ambition? Did you ever hear
the word progress?"
He flung himself into a chair after
the outburst. his big chest surging, his
throat tumultuous with cultural inco-
herences. Now then" he said, husk-
lily, when the anguish had somewhat
abated, what do you want to do?'
Taken by surprise. Bibbs stammered.
"What-what do-I-what-'
'If I'd let you do exactly what you
had the whim for, what would you
doT"
Bibbs looked startled; then timidity
overwhelmed hgm-a profound shy
ness. He bent his head and fixed his
lowered eyes upon the toe of his shoe,
which he moved to and fro upon tho
rug. like culprit called to the desk In
school.
What would you do2 Loaf?"
mo. sir" Bibbs' voice was almost
inaudibe and what little sound It
made was unquesionably guilty
sound. Il suppose Fd-Td try to-to
write"
| Write whatg'
Nothing important-just poems and
essays, perhaps"
IL see," said his father, brea thing
quickly with the restraint he was put
ting upon himself That is, you want
to write, but you don't want to write
anything of any account"
You think"
Sheridan got up again. ~ take my
hat Off to the man that can write 4
good ad," he said, emphatically. The
best writin' talent in this country Is
right spang in the ad business today
You buy n magazine for good writin'-
look on the back of it, Let me tell
you l pay money for that kind O.
writin'. Maybe you think it's easy.
Just try it! I've tried it, and | can't
do it. l tell you an ads got to be writ
ten so it makes people do the hardest
thing in this world to get 'em to do: it's
got to make 'em give up their money!
You talk about poems and essays
l tell you when 1t comes to the actual
skill O. putin words together so as to
make things happen, r. T. Bloss, right
here in this city. knows more in a
minute than George Waldo Emerson
ever knew in his whole lifer'
'You-you may be" Bibbs said.
indlstlnctly, the last word smothered in
a cough.
'Of course I'm right! And II 1t amt
Just like you to want to take up with
the most out-o'-date kind o. writin'
there is! Poems and essays! My
Lord, Bibbs. that's. womens worki
| Why, lock at Edith 1 expect that
poem O. hers would set a pretty high
water mark for you, young man, and