The Idaho Springs siftings-news., 1917-02-02

worfs-wanted EN- quick Oontzseaseu
said 1t couldn't be done: said nine or
ten months at the soonest; couldn't SEQ
1t any other way. What d Jim doS
Took the contract himself; found Q
fellow with q new cement and concret0
process: kept men on the job night and
day. and stayed on 1t night and day
himself-and, by George! we begin to
use them warehouses next week! Four
months and half. and every inch fire.
proof! I tell you Jim's one O. these
fellers that make miracles happen! I
tell you these young business men I
watch just do my heart good! They
don't set around on the back fence-no.
sirl They're putin their life blood in
to II, tell you, and that's why we'rs
gettin' bigger every minute, and why
they're getttn' bigger, and why it's all
goin' to keep on gettin' biggerw
He slapped the desk resoundingiy
with his open palm, and then, observ-
ing that Bibbs remained in the same
impassfve attitude, with his eyes still
fixed upon the ceiling In Q contempla.
ton somewhat plaintive, Sheridan was
impelled to groan. "Oh, Lordw he
said. This is the way you always
were. l don't believe you understand
a darn word been sayin! You don't
look as II you did. By George! it's dis
couraging!'
Il don't understand about getting
about getting bigger" said Bibbs,
bringing his gaze down to look at his
father placatively. 81 don't see just
why"
"WhatT Sheridan leaned forward,
resting his hands upon the desk and
staring across it incredulously at his
son.
Il don't ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
you want 1t all bigger forr'
Great Godr shouted Sheridan, and
struck the desk a blow with his
clenched fist. "a son of mine asks mo
that! You go out and ask the poorest
day laborer YOU can find! Ask him
that question"
Il did once" Bibbs Interrupted;
when 1 was in the machine shop. l."
"Wha'd he say?"
HE said. oh, hellr" answered
Bibbs, mildly.
Yes, I reckon he wouldv' Sheridan,
swung away from the desk. II reckon
he certainly would! And I got plenty
sympathy with him right now, myselfv'
''Its the same answer, then?" Bibbs'
voice was serious, almost tremulous.
"Damnationr' Sheridan roared.
did you ever hear the word pros
perity, you ninny? Did you ever hear
the word ambition? Did you ever hear
the word progressT'
He flung himself into a chair after
the outburst, his big chest surging, his
throat tumultuous with cultural inco-
herences. "Now them" 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-"
III I'd let you do exactly what you
had the whim for, what would you
do?"
Bibbs looked startled; then timidity
overwhelmed him-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 the
rug, like a culprit called to the desk in
school.
What would you do? Loaf?"
mo, sir" Bibbs' voice was almost
inaudible, and what little sound it
made was unquestionably a guilty
sound. II suppose Td-rd try to-to.
write"
Write what?"
Nothing important-just poems and
essays, perhaps
Il see," said his father, breathing
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. II take my
hat Off to the man that can write q
good ad," he said, emphatically. "The
best writin' talent in this country is
right spang in the ad business today.
You buy 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 1 can't
do it. 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 Z
minute than George Waldo Emerson
ever knew In his whole life!"
'You-you may be" Bibbs said,
fndistinctly, the last word smothered In
cough.
"Of course I'm right! And II 1t amt